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Lucas gritted his teeth.
The sword energy petals kept coming.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Each time he blocked, another blade immediately followed.
Slash!
A thin cut appeared on his arm.
Blood splashed on the ground.
Lucas frowned.
He immediately stepped back and swung his greatsword with full force.
Boom!!!
The powerful swing destroyed several sword energy petals.
But it didn't stop the attack.
More blades appeared.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Lucas moved quickly and blocked again.
Clang!
Clang!
But his movement was clearly slower now.
Alan stepped forward calmly.
His feet continued moving in the rhythm of the sword dance.
Slash!
Another sword energy blade cut across Lucas's armor.
A long scratch appeared.
Lucas narrowed his eyes.
"So, you are finally using more than just your Aura.."
He suddenly stomped his foot.
Boom!
The ground cracked.
His aura suddenly grew heavier.
The watching Red Knights became serious.
"Commander Lucas is getting pushed back!"
Lucas raised his greatsword high.
His muscles tightened.
Then he rushed forward.
Boom!!!
His speed suddenly increased.
He smashed his greatsword straight toward Alan.
Alan blocked.
Clang!!!
A huge shockwave spread across the battlefield.
Even the nearby knights stepped back.
Lucas attacked again.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
His heavy attacks forced Alan to stop the sword dance for a moment.
Alan slid back several meters.
Lucas rushed forward again.
His sword swung downward like a falling mountain.
Boom!!!
Alan barely blocked.
The frost greatsword trembled.
Crack.
A small crack appeared on the ice blade.
Lucas saw it.
"You can't maintain that sword forever," Lucas said calmly.
Then he attacked again.
Boom!
Alan jumped back.
The ground exploded where he stood.
Dust filled the battlefield.
Lucas didn't give him time to breathe.
He rushed forward again.
Boom!
Alan blocked again.
But this time Alan smiled.
"You are strong."
Lucas frowned.
Alan raised the frost greatsword again.
Cold mist spread across the battlefield.
Then Alan stepped forward.
His feet began moving again.
The sword dance restarted.
Slash.
Slash.
Slash.
The movements were faster than before.
Lucas immediately realized something.
'It's faster…'
Alan's body moved like flowing water.
The frost greatsword followed every step perfectly.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Lucas blocked repeatedly.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
But the attacks kept increasing.
Alan suddenly spoke quietly.
"Pagma's Sword Dance..."
His body rotated.
The frost greatsword moved in a powerful arc.
"Link."
Slash!
Lucas blocked.
Clang!
But another strike immediately followed.
"Kill."
Slash!
Lucas slid back several meters.
Before he could stabilize—
Alan stepped forward again.
His sword moved in a beautiful arc.
"Pinnacle"
Suddenly—
Many cross shaped slashes were aimed at Lucas.
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
Lucas's armor began to crack.
Several cuts appeared on his body.
Blood splashed across the battlefield.
The watching knights gasped.
Lucas suddenly roared.
"I am not done yet!"
Boom!!!
His aura exploded outward.
The sword energy slashes all exploded against the Aura armor he put on.
Lucas stood there breathing heavily.
His armor was damaged.
Blood ran down his arm.
He looked at Alan seriously now.
"You are stronger than I expected."
Alan rested the frost greatsword on his shoulder.
Cold mist flowed around him.
"But you are still standing," Alan replied.
Lucas slowly lifted his greatsword again.
His eyes became sharp.
"This is my final slash with all my might."
Boom!!!
Lucas rushed forward again.
And this time—
His killing intent exploded across the battlefield.
Lucas rushed forward.
His aura exploded violently around him. The ground cracked under every step he took.
Then he raised his greatsword high above his head.
The aura around the blade gathered rapidly.
Wind, dust, and broken stones were pulled toward it.
The watching Red Knights felt the pressure and stepped back.
"This attack…"
"It's Commander Lucas's full power!"
Lucas roared and swung his sword.
"Die!!"
Boom!!!
A massive wave-shaped slash flew toward Alan.
The attack was enormous, like a giant blade made of pure force. It tore the ground apart as it rushed forward.
Alan looked at the incoming attack calmly.
The huge slash was already right in front of him.
Then Alan moved.
He lifted his frost greatsword and stepped forward.
"Greatswordsman Pagma's Sword Dance…"
His body rotated.
"Revolve."
Slash!
Alan's sword struck the massive wave.
Instead of blocking it—
The attack was redirected.
The huge slash changed direction instantly.
Whoosh!!!
It flew back toward Lucas.
Lucas's eyes widened.
"What—?!"
Boom!!!
The massive slash hit him directly.
His own power exploded against his body.
Lucas was thrown backward violently.
Crash!!!
He smashed into the ground dozens of meters away.
Dust rose everywhere.
The battlefield became silent.
The Red Knights stared in shock.
Lucas lay on the ground, blood covering his armor.
His greatsword had fallen from his hand.
Alan walked forward slowly.
Step.
Step.
Step.
He stopped beside Lucas.
Then he placed one foot on Lucas's chest and pushed him down.
Lucas tried to move—
But he had no strength left.
Alan looked down at him coldly.
"Is this all you can do?"
Lucas clenched his teeth.
"I didn't even use thirty percent of my true power yet."
Alan's voice was calm, but cold.
The surrounding knights froze at the sudden hostility erupting from him.
"What are you doing?" Mercedes asked, drawing her sword as she sensed Alan's immense killing intent.
"You know, when I was coming to the Empire, I saw the same kind of slash killing an elderly old woman and children. I thought it was done by some criminals… yet it turned out to be a Red Knight."
Alan's eyes were cold as he looked at them.
"Oh, I forgot. Your Empire's bastards have a history of killing innocents while defeating enemies like Madra through plotting when you couldn't win against him on a fair battlefield," Alan said coldly.
"Now I know why Piaro and Asmophel left the Empire and are now serving me," Alan said, dropping a bombshell.
The Red Knights' eyes widened in shock.
Even Mercedes's eyes widened like saucers.
"Piaro… and even Asmophel are now serving you?" Mercedes asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Alan replied calmly. "Both of them swore to destroy the Empire, and I will be more than happy to help them do that."