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{71} Body as cold as Ice.[2]

{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.

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