In response, Alexander raised his sword above his head. It was an ordinary slashing move. Since the distance was more than twenty meters, the man repeated his sword Qi without worry. Was this boy thinking of attacking from so far away?

"It's true that I underestimated your power, but don't forget that you are only in the second stage! Damn it, why did you have to be the dog of the Shadow Cathedral? My little brother could have taken care of you. You must be about the age of his son-? "

Swiff!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The roaring wind shattered everything around. Dozens of simultaneous sword blows, one after the other, cut through the wind. The man reacted in time, but a little too late to defend himself.

His sword slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. As blood began to spurt from his fingers, a sword sliced right through his stomach. As the man screamed like a wild animal, Alexander covered his mouth with his other hand and put pressure on his sword.

Bang!

Crack!

A knee strike landed on Alexander's sword-holding arm and the sound of breaking bone reached his ears. Alexander flew backward and, after a few bounces, regained his balance. His face was pale, his broken arm trembling. But the look in his eyes was unchanged.

The man looked at Alexander and then at his right hand. He was trying to keep the blood in his body with his Qi, but it was making the pain worse.

Alexander took one more look at the man and then picked up Noah's dead body and the bags. Then he started running in the opposite direction.

His right arm hurt incredibly badly, but he kept running expressionlessly. His sheer physical strength was not to be underestimated. He could still go on.

...

His name was Declan Earthwork. He was a first-class swordsman serving the Tyrants, a famous sword dynasty. He was already forty years old, but he had lost none of his energy and skill.

He had withstood all the hardships and had never been badly damaged in any battle.

Until now. All the fingers on his sword-holding hand had been cut off with a clean sword stroke. Alexander had taken advantage of her carelessness and cut off her fingers with a real sword thrust out of dozens of fake sword thrusts.

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Declan gritted his teeth to stop the bleeding and collapsed on the floor with a pale face. His abdomen was pierced and all the fingers on his right hand were severed.

It was a total defeat.

"Captain, are you okay!?"

His teammates noticed something strange and ran toward him. From a distance, they couldn't quite make out what was happening, but when they got closer they were stunned by what they saw. But no one made the mistake of opening their mouths.

"He's gone to the other side. He's badly wounded and he's carrying a lot of weight, doesn't miss him."

"Copy that."

...

Alexander hid under a rock at the foot of Mount Eden and covered the smell of blood with a few strong-smelling herbs. He took the herbs out of his bag and swallowed them in one gulp, then began to meditate.

After a few hours of meditation, he regained most of his lost energy. He applied a special cream to his right arm, fixed it with a wooden bandage, and bandaged it.

He could hear voices in the distance, but he continued without worry. He was strangely calm even though he knew he could die.

When he visualized the structure of the mountain, he found a way to escape. Mount Heaven was not a simple place, it had a complex structure and could easily be lost if one was not careful. Alexander could use this to his advantage, but time was working against him.

After some thought, he took a needle out of the bag. One of the best stimulants in the whole camp was Hell's Blood. The side effects were not very strong, but the effect was quite strong. So he did not hesitate to use it.

He straightened his sword and stood up, taking a deep breath.

...

Declan was meditating on a rock.

It was in a very different area from where he had fought Alexander. Behind him was a waterfall a hundred and fifty meters high, and at his feet was a shallow stream. He was like a monk standing on the path that separates two worlds.

His fight with Alexander had cost him his fingers, and there was no magic in Elysium to put them back.

Declan opened his eyes and looked at the handsome man landing a few meters away. He was a charismatic man, about the same age as him. Although similar to him in appearance, they were very different on a level.

"A sixteen-year-old boy did this?"

The charismatic man looked at Declan's hand and frowned. The aura oozing from his body was suffocating Declan.

A level eight expert!

This man was tier eight. He was a mighty warrior who could bring about great change, even in Elysium.

The son-in-law of the Tyrant family, Cloud Tyrant.

He was also the leader of one of the teams that attacked Mount Heaven. His job was to arrest the fugitives and bring them back to the base. He was far superior to Declan in skill and strength. That was not the only difference between them.

Cloud was one of the teachers at Circle, a military academy of great importance in both federations.

"He is an expert at manipulating people. He's a genius at using his emotions for his purposes. He'll want to escape."

"You don't need to get involved in this. Just stay on the sidelines and don't cause any more trouble."

"You're very rude to your elders."

"It won't work, tsch."

"You will fall into his trap, let me tell you from the beginning."

Cloud looked at Declan's fingerless palm and laughed.

"Shut up, cripple."

....