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The Villain's Story

"So, I'm supposed to just go along with the flow?" He questioned, his refusal evident. "I'm expected to surrender to whatever destiny has planned? To accept whatever hand I'm dealt by the cursed fate of this vessel?" He rejected the idea outright. "After finally thinking I'd broken free from the clutches of that accursed snake, now this? The transgressions of this vessel's original owners are not mine to bear! I'm not the same; I'm an entirely different entity!" His laughter reverberated maniacally, filling the air. Because, let's be honest, who wouldn't teeter on the edge of madness when the mightiest entities, armed with their colossal power, are relentlessly pursuing you? Those supreme and primordial beings, capable of obliterating galaxies with casual ease... how could anyone endure such overwhelming fear? Could anyone really accept the cursed hand that fate had dealt them? Yes, He would. He had to. "Fuck it." He declared with a fervor. "I don't care...I don't care if it's destiny or fate or whatever! Even if it's the supreme beings...I...I don't give a damn! If they feel the need to dictate my life, decide my ending on sins I am not guilty of...than I have only one thing to say. BRING IT ON!" ---------------------------------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/Sgxw6QEsgE

Blazuku · Fantasy
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595 Chs

{71}Body as Cold as Ice[1]

(A/N:Fights will be in third person view.)

*Bam!*

The punch from the sword saint landed straight in the middle of Alan's face when he had just teleported again.

The Body of Alan Peccator flew back from the impact from the sword saints fist with great speed.

And just as it was about to crash into the wall, The Figure of the Sword Saint disappeared like a flash of lightning and appeared above the flying Alan Peccator.

With his leg raised, it seemed as if he was going to perform an ax kick on Alan, Who just before the kick landed on his already broken face, immediately Teleported above the sword saint.

The Axe kick of the Sword Saint hit the ground and shattered it like it was glass.

The marble flooring had been completely shattered like glass and the ground beneath it had already formed into a crater.

*Clang!*

Alan, who was not idling by when he teleported above the sword saint, had launched an ax kick of his own, which hit the target this time.