Now only two are left, Alan thought, locking his gaze on Box and Zibal.
Box isn't a problem anymore. Without crowd control or buffs, he's helpless—unless Zibal has a support skill.
Still, Alan didn't intend to take chances.
He stepped toward Zibal.
Zibal reacted instantly, shifting his stance and raising his greatsword, ready to intercept—
But midway, the weapon in Alan's hand changed.
The greatsword vanished.
A trident appeared in its place.
"Maelstrom Strike."
Alan hurled the trident with full force.
"—Now!" Zibal shouted, instantly realizing the target. "Box!"
He lunged forward to intervene—
Too late.
The trident pierced straight through Box's hastily formed magic shield as if it didn't exist.
There was no resistance.
A split second later, a violent water vortex exploded outward.
Box's body was lifted, twisted, and crushed within the spiraling torrent—while the expanding vortex dragged Zibal into its range as well.
An AOE attack?! Zibal's eyes widened.
He barely managed to stabilize himself as the water tore at his defenses—
—and then he froze.
Alan was no longer holding a trident.
He was holding a bow.
Before Zibal could even process it, arrows were already flying.
First a greatsword… then a trident… now a bow?
Is he a Berserker like Asuka—someone who can wield every weapon type?! Zibal thought in disbelief.
Alan didn't slow down.
His fingers moved with practiced precision as arrow after arrow was released.
During the five months of training, he hadn't only mastered the sword.His Bow Mastery had reached Intermediate Level 9—just two steps away from Advanced rank.
Each shot was clean.Each trajectory perfect.
Zibal felt it clearly now—
This wasn't versatility.
This was total combat dominance.
In the spectator stands, the eliminated players were still trying to process what they had just witnessed.
"Is he a hidden Epic-class user?" Bondre said slowly.
At present, only two Epic-rank classes were known. One belonged to Agnus, ranked seventh, who wielded a Necromancer-type Epic class. The other Epic-class user was completely unknown—no identity, no records, no information at all.
"It's very likely," Chris nodded. "And judging by his fighting style, it seems to be a Berserker-related Epic class."
"Aside from his class," Asuka said calmly, her eyes never leaving the arena, "his combat sense is terrifying. Every movement is calculated."
"Now I understand why he insisted on fighting all of us at once," Hurent said grimly.
"He knew that if we fought him one by one, we'd gradually uncover his weaknesses and skill set."
"So you're saying he caught us off guard?" Bubat sneered.
"No matter what, he defeated us, accept that fact."
Hurent scoffed. "Give me another chance and I'd defeat him easily."
Yet his words lacked conviction.
"This match is already lost," Asuka said quietly, her gaze sharp and unwavering.
"There's nothing we can do about it now."
She paused, then added softly,
"I want to know his class."
"I'm willing to buy that information from him" She said as others didn't said anything as she can indeed do that as she is an heir of an Mega Company for her even Tens Billions dollars are something she can use easily.
The arena had fallen deathly silent.
All eyes were fixed on the two figures standing at its center.
Alan.
Zibal.
The last remaining players.
Box's body dissolved into light as he was eliminated, leaving Zibal alone before the masked swordsman. The water vortex faded, fragments of shattered ice and mist drifting across the stone floor.
Zibal tightened his grip on his greatsword.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears.
Alan stood opposite him, towering in his Frostlight Orc form, icy-blue skin gleaming under the arena lights. His breath steamed faintly in the air. The Dainsleif in his hand hummed, hungry.
"Still standing," Alan said calmly. "Good."
Zibal exhaled slowly, centering himself.
"I won't underestimate you," he said, raising his sword. "Not anymore."
The moment the words left his mouth, Zibal moved.
He vanished.
"Blink Step!"
Zibal reappeared to Alan's right, greatsword already descending.
"Overlord Slash!"
The blade tore through the air with explosive force, a shockwave splitting the stone beneath Alan's feet—
—but it missed.
Alan twisted mid-step, the slash grazing his armor instead of cleaving through his torso. Sparks erupted as the Frostlight set absorbed part of the impact.
Fast, Alan noted.
Faster than the others.
Zibal didn't stop.
"Chain Skill—Raging Tempest!"
A second slash followed instantly, then a third, the attacks overlapping as if three Zibals were striking at once. The pressure alone forced Alan backward, his boots carving grooves into the arena floor.
The spectators leaned forward.
"He's pushing him back!"
"Zibal's finally serious!"
Alan smiled beneath the mask.
"Good," he murmured.
He planted his foot.
The world seemed to slow.
"Empire Swordsmanship—Sever."
Alan stepped forward instead of retreating, his blade cutting along a single, flawless trajectory. The sword light pierced through the storm of attacks, severing Zibal's skill chain at its core.
CLANG!!
The two swords collided head-on.
A shockwave blasted outward, cracking the arena walls. Dust and debris rained down as both players were forced apart.
Zibal skidded backward, barely managing to keep his footing.
Alan, however, hadn't moved more than a single step.
…What?
Zibal's eyes widened as Alan once again performed that strange, flowing sword dance—the same one that had killed Hao.
"Valor Guard!"
"War Cry!"
Realizing the distance between them was too great to close in time, Zibal abandoned offense and shifted into a full defensive stance.
[ Your Defense has increased by 50% for 10 seconds. ][ Your Attack Power and Defensive Power have increased by 30% for 1 minute. ]
Alan completed the sword dance.
"Link Kill."
Six phantom blades materialized in the air, all aimed directly at Zibal.
This is impossible!From the sheer pressure alone, Zibal knew he couldn't survive it—nor could he dodge at point-blank range.
[Linked Kill]
A sword dance that combines hatred with the dazzling flapping of wings.
Due to the weight of Kill, the dazzling aspect is reduced, but its destructive power is overwhelming.
A minimum of three and a maximum of seven strikes will be randomly generated
Each strike deals 1500% damage per hit
(Current damage of Kill −300%)
This skill does not share a cooldown with Kill or Link
If seven strikes are generated, all stamina will be depleted
Mana Cost: 90% of maximum mana
Cooldown: 1 hour ]