The Villain's Story-Chapter [471] To split the Heavens, Sea’s And Earth.
471 [471] To split the Heavens, Sea's And Earth.
It was completely outside the tower's expectations. Although it had indeed known about the devastating power of Alan's martial arts since the time he had dueled Elijah and showed it off, even it had not expected this.
And the people did not even have the ability to process it.
Like an eternal blizzard, the sheer cold that had been manifested froze the entire floor, the sea's and whatever was underneath was not left untouched. All had frost on them, whether it was small or big, who cared?
Instead of feeling an ethereal chill, the survivors on the small piece of land instead felt warmth. They could not comprehend this, how could the frost be warm?
Indeed, it was not supposed to be like this, so how? They questioned, but it was a question left unanswered. However...
What they saw next made their skin turn pale, the palest they had ever been. Alan swung his spear down, and the force released from such a blow was so strong that they could not stay still. He had just swung his spear, yet all the dust and other grime on the island, whether it was frozen or not, flew from the pressure alone.
Abyssal Rend.
That was all they heard from his mouth, and the Tower felt fear.
[You can't...do this.]
It said, terror filling its voice for the first time, it had not felt fear when even faced with Lanesha...yet this?
A crescent slash left Alan's spear, tearing apart the frozen sea's. Bit by bit, the frost exploded into a million's of smaller pieces, falling into the water, which was soon split apart by the devastating crescent slash. It proceeded undisturbed. Nothing could stop it. The leviathans, each as large as a building and some even the sizes of mountains, fell short.
They, defiantly, stepped forth, trying to stop the crescent slash, to devour it. But it was they who had been devoured. All the ones who tried to defy the slash, were torn apart, their original visage no longer recognizable.
It tore apart the sea, but it was not just the sea. It was the sky, it was the land.
The skies themselves parted, the dark clouds that cast gloom over the people, had disappeared, as if cut apart cleanly by a heavenly force. The bright rays of the sun shone over, enveloping them with a sense of warmth, yet the frost was untouched. The bright rays of the sun proved useless in front of the ethereal frost. It was as if it was mocking the celestial body, to dare and defrost it.
The crescent slash tore through the earth as well, forming a large ravine that would have been filled with water if the sea was not undergoing the same fate. The aquatic life left, swimming as fast as they could in order to save themselves, whether it be the largest leviathan or even the smallest plankton. Everything ran.
[Wait!]
Yelled the tower, urging Alan to stop. But the pain in Alan's head, which was increased due to using the Abyssal Rend rendered him unable to hear anything, He was simply standing on the edge of the small piece of land, looking at what he had done, what he was doing to the floor. Like a lonesome warrior, surprised, even prideful at his own doing. The crescent slash continued forth, disappearing from his view. Alan stepped on the ground, and another chill spread out, freezing the cold waters that had been split, so they would not come again.
"Hey..."
He looked back towards the people, only to find them...gone?
"Huh? Where did they all...?"
Crack!
'What?'
The distinct sound of glass shattering rang in his ears, Alan was confused, there was glass in this floor? At first, he thought maybe some of the glass on the ship had cracked, but the ship, just like the people, had also vanished.
Crack! Crack!
He heard the sound again, and looked around himself. He saw cracks appearing everywhere, in the sky, around him, even below him. Cracks, which seemed to destroy the floor.
[You...]
He could not hear the tower's next words.
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It was all a blur, as the world around him, or rather the floor was destroyed, Alan cleared it in another way this time, instead of completing the objective, he destroyed the stage that held it.
No stage, meant no objective to accomplish.
He fell to his knees, the pain in his head akin to a hammer being smashed there, and pieces of glass running inside, cutting apart everything. It was hell.
However, one had to wonder what would his reaction be when he realized he had destroyed the floor, He was not in his right senses, but even he should have an idea.
So, what would it be? Awe? Pride? Or even dissatisfaction that this was the extent of what he could do?
He always compared himself to Aranus, who, with the same strike, could slice apart entire galaxies if he wished, along with as many supremes as he wanted.
So, when compared to it? This was not even a commendable technique in Alan's eyes...right?
No, his reaction was quite simple.
"Nice."
He said, and his figure fell off the piece of land, the pain in his head, coupled with the recoil from using the technique, had rendered him unconscious. He was about to fall in the ravines he himself had created, into the possibly endless chasms of darkness.
However, before he could enter the ravine. The floor shattered like glass. The realm in which the trial would be held was destroyed, unable to withstand the force of the technique. The world itself shattered, exposing the black space that contained it.
[...]
Sighed the tower.
[Floor 60 has been cleared.]
[Rewards have been distributed.]
[Tower has deemed the floor clear conditions to be unsatisfactory, rewards have not been granted to the challenger this time.]
[Transporting to the 61st to 70th floor joint trials.]
[Wishing the challenger good luck.]
His body disappeared, covered in bright light.
