[Chaotic Spear Art]
//First Movement
ABYSSAL REND!
Alan circulated his mana and the Blue non-attribute mana flowed into his Spear.
It was ready, His strongest attack was ready.
And he unleashed it. He swung his spear at the Sword Saint's kick at point blank range.
It was going to hit.
And it hit.
Both Of their attacks collided.
*BOOM!*
A large explosion of Mana erupted from their attacks colliding with each other.
Poor Alex, who was watching their fight had been hit by the shockwave and was sent flying.
The ground of the training room had shattered.
The surroundings shook, And an earthquake far greater in magnitude than the one Alan had first made when he practiced Abyssal Rend for the first time was felt all over the place.
The result of the terrifying clash?
Alan's defeat. And the right leg of Sword Saint bleeding profusely.
But...the head of Alan Peccator was in the Sword Saints Grasp.
If he wanted to, he could turn Alans Head into Mush.
The gaze of the sword Saint however turned towards Alans Arms, His hoodie there had been completely torn by the force of his attack.
The Sword Saint closely examined Alan's Condition, then a smile formed on his face which quickly disappeared.
"To think I would see something similar here. And from a student no less."
The sword saint muttered with an expression of longing and a forlorn expression on his face.
The attack Alan had just used closely resembled an attack he had seen far too many times in his past.
Hiroto Mitsuki's Spear techniques [Spear Of the Hero] first movement.
[Heavenly Rend]
The move of a five-star Spear art that had been invented by his dear friend and brother in arms himself.
Something that put him on equal footing with the Sword saint's Own Sword Art.
'...No, although I hate to admit it, Hiroto's would be much weaker at <C> Rank.'
The Sword Saint thought. and then looked over to the unconscious Alan in his grasp.
He had passed out from the force of his attack.
"I've decided, Both of you will be my disciples from now on, and hopefully the only ones."
(A/N:Hehe, can you guess who will be his next student?)
The Sword Saint Said, and then continued while pointing At Alex.
"You, Alex correct? Take him to the infirmary and come here to the Training Center Every day at this time. And hurry up and take him to the infirmary, and also, don't tell anyone else about this."
The Sword Saint looked towards The still confused Alex and then sighed.
His eyes glowed a golden hue and Alex as if his body was being controlled, walked over to The Sword Saint and crouched down.
The Sword Saint then put Alan's Body on Alex's Back and held Alan tight. And as if in a trance, started to walk towards the infirmary.
'Why is my body listening to his every command?!'
Alex thought He didn't know what skill the sword saint was using but whatever it was, it made Alex listen to him like an obedient dog.
'...but holy fuck.'
To admit it himself, Alex was extremely surprised. Who would have thought a damn student could Injure a Freaking Legend?!
Although The Sword Saint had been going easy on him and had not enhanced his body with mana like Alan had, it was still a fucking marvelous feat that Alan had made Him Bleed.
In The eyes of Alex, The Sword Saint was akin to a God Of War himself from all the stories he had read about him as a child.
And Alan had made someone who Alex considered a God...Bleed.
It was simply too unbelievable to him.
And did he mishear?
Disciples?
'...please don't be a dream.'
Alex hoped sincerely for this fateful night to not be a dream.
If it wasn't, then maybe...just maybe.
His life could do a complete 180
***
"Hah!Hah!"
Alex gasped as he laid down the Body of the unconscious Alan Peccator Into the Hospital Bed.
'What the hell man!Your body a block of ice or what?!'
He didn't dare say these thoughts out loud but he truly wondered what the fuck he was carrying over here.
Like Seriously. His entire back was numb and his uniform was stained with blood.
The Blood came from the Injured Alan Peccator. And the numbness in his back came from the same person.
The entire way back here he felt like he was carrying a huge chunk of ice instead of A human being.
Even his ducking blood was cold!
'...I should leave before anyone sees me.'
And with that, without thinking any further He left before the nurse came here.
He had just entered In the middle of the night and plopped Alan down on the nearest Bed he could find.
The Top ten had personal rooms to them that would open with just their facial identification.
That was how he got here in this expensive and luxurious room.
*Tuk*Tuk*
He began walking towards the door to exit.
He opened the door and was. about to step outside when he caught sight of a Rather beautiful woman with Green Hair about to enter the room.
She looked to be in her mid-twenties and had a charming face that could woo all sorts of men.
The woman, Without even bothering to ask for his name and just went inside the room to inspect her patient.
Alex Likewise said nothing and exited the room.
*Bhuk!*
The door closed, and Alex Left.
The woman who was wearing a lab coat, Walked towards the luxurious bed, She looked at the State of her patient.
"Well, well..."
She looked over to the door where she had just seen The black-haired boy leave.
A scheme to make some extra cash had formulated in her mind.
And she took out her phone and took a picture of the bloodied and extremely bruised Alan Peccator.
*Click*
With a flash, the phone had taken a photo of Alan's Current state.
But this was as far as she could do, this was as far as Shield Would tolerate it.
And she, with a smile on her face begins to treat this patient of hers.
A rumor would spread tomorrow.
That Alan Peccator had been beaten to near death by Alexander Wright.
Although it would be false, letting it be spread from the right hands would make her rich and also avoid Shields, or more accurately, Headmaster Olivers Wrath.
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