The Villain's Story

Chapter 69 {69}Sword Saint[3]

A/N:Noice.

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The same man that was labeled demon slayer, The Sword Saint, One of the strongest humans alive was standing in front of Alexander Wright.

"Get into your stance boy."

That same man said to Alex while not taking any stance himself.

"Yes?"

Replied the confused Alex, who still hadn't comprehended the situation in front of him.

"Get ready for a light spar."

'Spar?!With you?!'

That is a death sentence! How could he be the weakest shield student fight one of the strongest humans to ever exist?!

Even if it was just a light spar?! The Sword Saint did not even need to use a fraction of 1% of his strength to take a million of Alex down!

Alex tried to turn this ridiculous spar down.

"Sir I don't think...this is a good idea?"

Alex spoke while trembling. Seeing him, the Sword Saint chuckled and said.

"Heh, don't worry boy I'll limit myself....at least enough to not kill you."

"Excuse me?!"

Alex exclaimed in fright.

Just what was that last sentence?! Just enough to not kill you?!

''I...I don't think I'll be able to survive even after that sir...."

'Please just please go away.'

Said Alex and he begged for this man to go away.

Sigh-

A sigh escaped from the mouth of the legendary Sword Saint.

"I didn't want to do this but oh well."

He muttered under his breath. And what happened after was him releasing bloodlust.

Like his bloodlust itself was materializing in front of Alex's eyes, He cowered in fright.

'He...He's Going to kill me!'

His pants had now become wet. The Sword Saint released all of the blood lust he had accumulated over his years of massacring the fuck out of demons that had scared Alex down to the bone.

Slowly the Sword Saint walked up towards Alex who had fallen on his butt.

"Pick up your swords."

He said in a cold and commanding voice.

And before that voice, Alex could do nothing else but pick up his swords like a slave being commanded by his master.

'Why is my body reacting like this?!'

Being threatened with death and the huge amount of bloodlust made his body subconsciously think that it had to do everything the Sword Saint ordered it to survive.

It should have been cowering in fear after that amount of bloodlust yet here it was listening to The Sword saint's every command.

Alex swung his two swords at the Sword Saint.

The sword saint, in response, just let the swords hit his bare body that had no protection except the grey shirt he was wearing.

*Clang!*

The sound of metal clashing adamant metal rang out.

The Sword saint had deflected two swords with just his body.

And it produced the sound of metal clashing against metal.

Yet, Alex did not respond to this peculiar sound and just kept hacking away at the sword saints body.

*Clang!*Clang!*

? The sound rang out again and again. Until finally Alex lost his stamina and collapsed to the ground gasping for breath.

The shirt the sword saint was wearing had long been torn apart by Alex's blades. And what was underneath the shirt were fine tunes muscles that any woman would fawn over...if they were not possessed by an old man that was.

The entire time Alex had been hacking away at his body, the sword saint just observed him.

His movements, his footwork, his slashes, the movement of his eyes, the movement of his pitiful muscles when he was about to slash.

"...kids these days all just want to be mages."

The sword saint muttered under his breath.

"But your form was quite good. And you don't practice a weapon art from what I can tell."

"And your special Null attribute also interests me."

Pondering after his words for a while, He suddenly laughed and said.

"Haha, Well I should also include him too."

'Him?'

Alex wondered who 'him' was? Was the sword saint talking about Alex Himself?

But the sword saint did not elaborate any further, all he did was release the terrifying amount of bloodlust he was exuding.

And moments, after he did Alex, heard a sound of air being ripped apart.

*Shwing!*

The Sword Saint as if in response to that sound raised his left hand at a speed that left after images of just his left hand...and with his index and middle finger caught something.

He caught a pure white spear that had some traces of blue that further enhanced its beautifully crafted frame.

"My, Now that would have hurt me if I wasn't careful you know."

The Sword Saint said out loud with a chuckle.

Alex looked towards where the Spear had come from, And he saw a white-haired boy he grew familiar with these past few days standing in a javelin throwing position with beads of sweat trickling down his face.

Alex didn't think he would come today as it was later than his usual time...but he did come, and he threw a fucking spear at the Sword Saints Face.

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