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The pressure in the air changed instantly.
"Ready?" Alan asked quietly, switching back to his sword this time.
For the first time since the sparring began… his aura sharpened.
Jishuka raised her hand.
"Begin!"
BOOM!
Zednos attacked first—hurricane blades ripped through the battlefield. At the same time, Toban cast holy buffs, strengthening the entire team while Vanter charged forward like a moving fortress.
Grid vanished.
Pagman Sword Dance—Link.
Dozens of sword shadows crashed toward Alan from behind while Ibellinba closed in from the front with precise killing strikes.
For the first time—
Alan smiled.
Clang! Clash! BOOM!
His sword moved like lightning, blocking Grid's sword dance while sidestepping the wind blades. He twisted around Vanter's shield bash, countered Ibellin's strike with a brutal elbow, and deflected Toban's holy chains mid-air.
The ground shattered beneath them.
Now this… felt like a real fight.
Alan's eyes gleamed.
"Good… this is better."
The moment those words left his mouth—his stance changed.
His sword lowered slightly, his breathing slowed… and then—
Supreme Swordsmanship activated.
The air itself seemed to tighten around him.
Grid's pupils shrank. "His presence… changed."
Alan moved.
Not fast—no… it was perfect. Every step landed at the exact angle needed to disrupt their formation. His blade curved like flowing water, intercepting attacks before they could even fully form.
Clang!
He redirected Ibellin's precise strike—not blocking it, but guiding it sideways straight into Vanter's shield, throwing their timing into chaos.
Boom!
A spinning slash cut through Zednos's wind blades, the sword energy dispersing the magic like mist.
Toban tried to bind him with holy chains again—
—but Alan stepped into the gap between links, his sword tapping Toban's weapon and breaking the casting rhythm instantly.
Behind him—
Grid appeared.
"Kill—"
Alan didn't even turn.
His blade moved backward in a reverse arc, perfectly colliding with Grid's sword mid-dance, interrupting the flow of Pagma's technique itself.
The battlefield fell into a terrifying rhythm.
He wasn't overpowering them with raw strength…
He was dismantling them.
—
Meanwhile…
The fight was being broadcast live across the entire world.
Streams exploded with viewers.
Players stared at their screens in disbelief.
"That's… that's such perfect sword techniques!"
"He's not even using sneak attacks…!"
"He defeated Regas, Pon, Jishuka, and Faker by using their own weapons against them… and now he's fighting five rankers at once head-on?!"
"He's… reading all of them!"
Even top rankers watching from afar fell silent.
They had once criticized him—calling him a crowd-control specialist who relied on tricks.
But now—
Alan stood alone against multiple top-tier players… and dominated purely through technique.
Back on the battlefield—
Vanter charged again, shield glowing.
Grid attacked from above.
Zednos unleashed a storm from the side.
Toban buffed and struck simultaneously while Ibellin aimed for Alan's blind spot.
For a brief second… their coordination was perfect.
Alan smiled faintly.
Slash.
One motion.
One perfect line.
Their attacks collided with each other instead—Vanter's charge forced Grid off trajectory, Zednos's wind disrupted Toban's cast, and Ibellin stumbled as Alan shifted his center with a precise shoulder movement.
Clang! BOOM!
One by one—
they were knocked back.
Silence spread across the battlefield.
Dust settled around Alan as he stood calmly in the center, sword resting on his shoulder.
The viewers watching worldwide could only stare.
This wasn't trickery.
This wasn't luck.
This… was pure mastery.
In an instant, public opinion about Alan changed drastically.
Back in Bairan Village, the villagers erupted into cheers as they watched their hero defeat all the rankers with ease.
Alan lowered his sword and said calmly, "You're all great… but you're still rookies."
The Tzedkah Guild members wanted to rebuke him. After all, they had been playing for over four years in game time. They were top players in their respective classes and ranked within the top 100 overall. But… they couldn't deny it—not after being defeated so easily by Alan.
"You should all visit Reidan," Alan continued. "There are many powerful NPCs living there, and most of them are battle maniacs too. They might ignore you at first because your skills still need refinement… but if you show determination, you might earn their respect."
The guild members exchanged looks.
"Are you talking about that Reidan… the capital of the Blood Moon Kingdom?" one of them asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Alan nodded.
"Do you know the Blood King?" another asked quickly.
"No—wait, then how did you even go there?" someone else added.
"That whole place is surrounded by powerful vampires and dangerous monsters."
"Many people have tried to enter, but the vampires stopped them. No outsiders are allowed inside the Blood Moon Kingdom."
"Huh? Is that really a thing?" Alan asked, confused. Unknown to him, after Marie Rose and Latina became pregnant, their siblings had begun restricting access to the Kingdom for their protection.
They are over protective siblings.
"Don't you know?" they asked in surprise.
"Well… when it became the Blood Moon Kingdom, I was already there—and I just recently left," Alan shrugged.
They didn't doubt Alan is Blood King as all have assumed Player Alan who became Blood King is an Vampire species player, none of them thought a Human can be Blood King too.
Jishuka and the others nodded after hearing him.
"Hm… I guess you guys can't go there for now," Alan said, and they nodded again.
"Anyway, it was a good match," Alan added as he turned to leave.
"Wait—what about forming a guild with us?" Jishuka asked, looking at him. Alan paused for a moment.
"That was just an excuse so I could fight you guys. I'm more of a solo player," he replied before starting to walk away again.
Jishuka looked at his back and spoke quietly. "It's because we're too weak, right?" she said. The others looked at her and smiled bitterly. Now they understood why Alan didn't want to form a guild with them.
Alan stopped and glanced over his shoulder. "Like I said—you guys have talent. You just don't have enough experience yet," he said.
Then, using Fly, he left the area and headed toward the Albantino Family Graveyard, where he planned to submit the quest for crafting 100 Unique-rated items.
Alan soon arrived at the graveyard, where the Ghost Elders were already waiting for him.
"We sensed your return to the city and have been waiting for you," they said. Alan nodded.