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Alan shifted to the side just as the Yangban's blade sliced through empty air.
Before the divine being could recover, Alan moved.
Fast.
"Madra War Dance."
His sword flashed, carving a clean line across the Yangban's ribs. The Yangban gritted his teeth and retaliated instantly, spinning with a wide, devastating arc that shattered the ground beneath them. But Alan leaned back at the last possible moment, the attack grazing past him.
Then he stepped in.
Closer.
Too close.
The Yangban's eyes widened in shock.
Alan's blade erupted into motion.
One slash.
Then another.
Then a third.
Three consecutive strikes landed in the blink of an eye, forcing the Yangban to stagger backward under the sheer impact. Yet he didn't fall. Instead, a violent surge of divine energy exploded from his body, blasting outward in all directions.
The shockwave pushed Alan back slightly, his boots dragging across the fractured ground.
The Yangban's eyes burned with fury. "You think defeating Yeum makes you strong?" he spat coldly. "Know your place, mortal."
Golden energy condensed in his hand before launching forward like a spear. The attack tore through the air, but Alan twisted aside effortlessly. It missed him entirely and pierced through a distant building, obliterating it in an instant.
Screams rang out as debris fell.
Alan didn't even glance back.
"I've already seen enough," he said calmly.
And then—
He vanished.
A sharp burst of speed echoed through the battlefield.
The Yangban's pupils shrank.
Too fast.
A presence appeared behind him.
He turned—
Too late.
"Linked Kill."
A deep slash ripped across his back, forcing a pained groan from his lips. Before he could regain his footing, Alan followed up immediately.
"Linked Kill Wave."
A storm of energy blades erupted at point-blank range, engulfing the Yangban in a series of violent explosions. The ground shook as blast after blast consumed him, smoke rising to obscure the battlefield.
For a moment—
Everything went silent.
Then a figure stepped out from the smoke.
Still standing.
But barely.
His robes were torn, his body drenched in blood, rage trembling in his voice. "…You…"
Behind him, the other Yangbans had lost their earlier amusement. Their expressions hardened, eyes filled with caution.
"This human… is dangerous."
One stepped forward.
Then another.
And another.
Until five Yangbans stood surrounding Alan from all directions.
Their auras surged simultaneously, crushing the air with suffocating pressure. The ground beneath Alan's feet cracked under the weight of their combined presence.
But Alan—
Smiled.
"…Good."
He tightened his grip on Iyargut as a dark, heavy aura rose from his body, oppressive and dominant.
"Come."
The five Yangbans attacked at once.
The battlefield erupted.
One struck from the front, two closed in from the sides, one descended from above, and another moved from behind—perfect coordination, flawless execution.
Deadly.
But Alan moved.
His body blurred as he slipped past the first strike, parried the second with a sharp clang, twisted away from the third—and countered instantly.
A single slash sent one Yangban flying.
Another attack crashed down from above, forcing Alan to raise his sword. The impact shook his arm, but he held firm.
Then he stepped forward—into the pressure.
"Undefeated King Swordsmanship."
His aura exploded outward, forcing the surrounding Yangbans back for a brief moment.
A moment—
That was enough.
Alan vanished again.
What followed was chaos.
His figure flickered between them like a shadow, appearing and disappearing in rapid succession. Each movement was precise, each strike deliberate. No wasted motion. No hesitation.
Blades clashed. Explosions rang out. Shockwaves tore through the battlefield.
One Yangban was struck down.
Another was driven back.
Their formation shattered.
And once it broke—
Alan advanced.
He stepped in, eyes cold, voice low.
"Pinnacle."
His sword descended.
KRAAASH—!!
The strike crashed down like a falling mountain, slamming into a Yangban's guard with overwhelming force. The impact alone drove the divine being to his knees, the ground beneath him fracturing violently as cracks spread across his golden aura.
"Keuk—!"
But Alan didn't give him a chance to recover.
He was already moving.
Fast.
"Chop."
Shing—!!
A merciless downward slash followed. Steel cut clean through flesh and bone, and a spray of blood painted the air as the Yangban's body was torn apart and hurled into the distance.
[Critical Hit!]
The remaining Yangbans reacted instantly.
"Divine Step!"
Peeng!
One vanished, reappearing behind Alan in a flash, his palm blazing with radiant energy.
"Judgment Palm!"
Wooooong—!!
The air howled as the strike came crashing down.
But—
Alan had already turned.
Too fast.
"Revolve."
Clang—!!
His blade spun in a flawless arc, catching the attack and redirecting its force. The golden strike veered off course, missing entirely—while his sword flowed seamlessly into a counter.
Shhhh—!!
A razor-sharp slash tore across the attacker's chest.
"Keagh—!"
The Yangban staggered back, shock written across his face.
Another didn't hesitate.
"God Spear Descent!"
A spear of condensed golden energy formed and shot forward.
Boom—!!
It struck nothing.
Alan was already gone.
A flicker—
Then he appeared above them.
"Transcendence."
For an instant—
The world slowed.
The battlefield froze.
The Yangbans halted.
Even the falling dust hung suspended in the air.
Within that silence—
Alan moved.
One step.
Two.
Three.
Then—
Slash.
Slash.
Slash.
Three strokes carved through the stillness itself.
Time resumed.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—!!
The delayed strikes detonated all at once, blasting two Yangbans into the ground, their bodies broken under the accumulated force.
"…Impossible…" one whispered, barely managing to lift himself.
But Alan was already raising his sword again.
His aura surged—
Darker.
Heavier.
"Pinnacle… Transcend."
The atmosphere distorted.
Pressure descended like an unseen weight, suffocating everything in its reach.
Even the Yangbans felt it.
"…This pressure—!"
Alan stepped forward—
And struck.
KRAAAAAAAAAASH—!!
A colossal arc of power fell from above. One Yangban raised his defense—
Crack.
It shattered instantly.
The impact drove him into the earth, crushing him into a deep crater as debris erupted skyward.
Then—
Silence.
Only three Yangbans remained.
And for the first time—
Fear crept into their eyes.
"This… this human…"
Their voices trembled.
But Alan stood unmoved.
Calm. Unshaken.
His sword lowered slightly as his gaze locked onto them.
"…Next."
The battlefield froze.
No one moved.
For a heartbeat—
Nothing existed but tension.
Then—
"Divine Union Formation!"
Wooooooong—!!
Their auras surged and fused together, forming a massive golden domain that swallowed the battlefield whole. Pressure multiplied instantly, bearing down like a collapsing sky.
Crack… crack…
The ground beneath Alan's feet began to cave in.
Yet—
He didn't retreat.
Instead—
A faint smile curved his lips.
"…Good."
His grip tightened.
His aura exploded outward.
And then—
He moved again.