The Villain's Story

Chapter 393 [396] Wudang(5)

Alan took a step back, the Wudang Sect master kept pushing and the pair descended down the mountain.

While Alanʼs strikes were destructive, the Wudang sect master remained calm. It was as if a stormy sea was fighting a peaceful sky.

It was able to do nothing, not even reach the tranquil sky.

The Sword and Spear clashed with a ʼclangʼ. Alan lost his balance and almost fell down the mountain. Thankfully he was able to avoid such a fate.

ʼHe just keeps…doing the same thing.ʼ

Alan thought as he was forced to go down the mountain. The Wudang Sect master elegantly flowed down the steps, pushing Alan down the mountain.

Alan almost slipped on the destruction he created on the steps before.

”Argh!”

With a grunt, He fired an ice bolt at the Wudang Sect Master.

The master simply raised his blade to cut it in half, the pieces went by his head and dropped on the ground with a ”thud”.

”Yin energy techniques…”

Commented the Wudang Sect Master. As he stopped, giving Alan a moment of respite.

”Itʼs been a while since I saw them…”

He seemed to be recalling a certain memory, a memory that finally changed the dead look on his face.

He tightened the grip on his weapon.

”How intricate your energy is…You po-”

*SHWISH*

Alan interrupted the Wudang Sect master by trying to split his head apart, The Wudang Sect master ducked and tried to sweep Alan off the ground, but failed in doing so. He hurriedly retreated to the above steps.

Alanʼs lower body strength was remarkable, he tried to continue his attack but a chill ran down his spine.

He retreated and looked at the Wudang Sect Master above him. The gates of the Wudang Sect were visible, and even from such a large distance, Alan could see they were in a terrible condition.

”...”

*tok* The Wudang Sect master stepped down the Steps, an indecipherable emotion cemented on his face. His dead eyes returned and he said.

”You shouldnʼt have seen that.”

Regret laced his voice. An enormous amount of regret.

”...The terrible state of your sect.”

The Wudang sect masterʼs grip on his sword tightened.

”...”

”Itʼs quite pathetic…no?”

Alan showed a cheeky smile and taunted the Wudang Sect Master.

He had to do this so this old man would falter, His calmness when fighting Alan was dangerous. He needed to agitate the Wudang Sect Master.

”I can see how grand it was in an era long past…but now itʼs in a pathetic state…Having all of its splendor.”

”Shut your mouth.”

Ah, it worked.

It worked splendidly.

”Your games wonʼt work.”

Nevermind.

ʼ...ʼ

Despite his taunts, The Wudang Sect master had long lost all love for his sect, for his passion, So he did not fall to such blatant taunts. Alan would have to try harder. He wondered if the sect looked a little maintained, the old man, maybe would have been angered but he would be wrong. The sect master was the best at Taoism, such a thing would not affect him.

”Damn it.”

Alan cursed. The Wudang sect master descended the stairs once again, regaining his clarity.

Although the passion had died, the body was still alive. It carried a duty, a duty it must fulfill.

He wanted his pain to end…but he had no intention of making it a terrible, pathetic end.

”Come.”

He urged Alan on, Alan observed the Wudang Sect master.

”You like Yin Energy…Take it!”

Alan suddenly charged at the Wudang Sect master and held his fist out.

[Frost Boom has been activated.]

A skill that would condense the Frost energy he had into a single point, and explode it. Alan concentrated a large amount of the frost mana he had and was intending to end the Wudang Sect master or cause a debilitating injury at the very least.

The Wudang Sect Master retreated, the sudden energy made him wary.

ʼLike I will let you!ʼ

Alan teleported to the side of the Wudang sect master, keeping his skill active, and Punched forth, his punch was only a few inches away from the Sect Master…and then,

His bone-chilling voice reached Alanʼs ears.

”Everything has a flow.”

He put his palm in front of Alanʼs punch, and rotated Alanʼs fist along with it, forming the symbol of Yin and Yang, The taijutu.

Alan could faintly see the symbol and to his shock. His supreme Dominance over his ʼOWNʼ mana was turned against him…No

It was different from the spear technique disruption. The man was still under his control…but the direction had been changed.

Before Alan could change the direction of the skill once again, the skill exploded right in his face, the Wudang Sect master had disrupted the flow and even managed to protect himself from the explosion.

Making sure Alan would take the full brunt of his own attack.

The skill erupted, and caused Alan, along with half the mountain below him to be covered in a hellish frost.

”...”

Alan, still hidden from the mist caused by the explosion, coughed.

”...Didnʼt expect that.”

He managed to say that although he had expected his moves to be disrupted or even being used against him…that was only with weapons or martial techniques.

He was a dragon, someone who held absolute control over his mana…He never expected this would happen.

The mana was still in his control, but the direction was shifted…even though it Shouldnʼt have.

His own control was used against him. And…he was supporting it for some reason…he didnʼt know how and why.

”Everything has a flow.”

Alan repeated the words of the Wudang Sect master and then transformed into his Frost Draconian flow. Everything had a flow huh…Everything?

His wings sprouted and Scales covered his body as he deposited the Ame-No-Sakahoko into his inventory.

”Everything…has a flow huh.”

He used Dragon eyes and saw the figure of the Wudang Sect Master, who had disregarded his weapon, sensing Alan coming.

He knew his blade would be of no use against Alan now.

”Everything has flow…”

He now understood some of it…or at least some of it. A way to go against or overpower it.

”Why donʼt I…”

He was the Wudang Sect master.

”Make the flow so strong...so powerful you cannot do anything?”

[DRAGON BREATH (Frost) has been activated.]

*******

The sound of swords clashing with one another resounded throughout the mountain, for the first time in decades, the Mountain was finally feeling alive.

”CLANG!”

The swords clashed with one another with loud ”Clangs”. Elijah and The Wudang sect master exchanged blows with one another.

The fight was not destructive at all, it was rather calm and peaceful. No destructive skills were being used.

Only the skill with the sword.

Elijah charged forward, swinging the Sword of Sundering Hellfire at the Wudang Sect master, possessing a calm but fierce nature.

”Your sword is fire.”

Commented the Wudang sect master as he parried Elijahʼs sword. Elijah hurriedly used Fire and propelled himself upward, he appeared behind the Wudang Sect Master and covered his sword in a calm but powerful flame.

”It is fire, yet it is peaceful.”

The Wudang Sword Master redirected the attack at Elijah, Elijah felt his mana rebound at him and took a step back, evading his own blow.

”Everything has a flow.”

Smiled at the Wudang Sect master. He continued.

”But your fire has a gentle flow, unlike the sea of flames I have seen others use…It is soft, yet fast. Deadly but calm.

It is a gentle Yang, like the sun.”

*CLANG!*

Their blades clashed once again, producing a crisp metallic sound.

”Thank you.”

Elijah thought it was a compliment, so he thanked the Wudang Sect Master. He carefully observed the Wudang Sect masterʼs techniques, trying to grasp how he did it.

How did he redirect it?

”Everything has a flow…”

And then it clicked. When the Wudang Sect master repeated his words it clicked in his mind.

Flow…

Flow!

Elijah pressed forward and activated Godʼs Eyes.

[/GOD EYES\ has been activated.]

Clash!

The eight clashes between their blades resounded. The Wudang Sect Master looked at Elijahʼs glowing eyes with expectation.

Would he be able to do it? Would he break the record of the heavenly demon, who had understood the principles in ten strikes?

He hoped he would…Then his pain would end.

This suffering would end.

Elijah pressed on…but his charge was calm. His blade was calm.

The world he was seeing with the help of Godʼs eyes…he dismissed it.

ʼFlow…ʼ

He thought.

ʼFlow…ʼ

He repeated, and opened his eyes, dismissing Godʼs eyes.

He didnʼt think it would be right to use the skill to understand…He would rather do it himself.

The ninth clash ensued, But it was longer in Elijahʼs mind.

ʼStudy the flow of the blade…ʼ

He thought, observing how his and the Wudang Sect mastersʼ blades moved.

He activated his mana, but instead of applying it on his blade, he did it on his hands and the surroundings.? And then...he did it.

He understood the

ʼHo…ʼ

The Wudang sect master smiled.