Mark hurried to catch up to the old man.
"Did you see an old man pass by here?"
Mark heard the old man's question and was confused. He was an old man, was looking for another necessary?
"Yes, he claimed to be god."
The old man smiled before stopping;
"Is that so?"
"Yes, and his power was extremely hard to comprehend," mark explained.
The old man skeptically stared at mark;
"You can't sense such a low level creatures energy? Are you even worth training?"
When mark heard the old man's question he hurried bowed down. It was good to boot lick if you were going to get something good from it;
"I promise you! If you just train me I'll soon ascend to levels that even you could only wish to reach!" Even after staying in the sword grounds for so long, mark still remembered his whole reason for living. Becoming stronger, ending sword bonding and living freely.
"Bold statement, but can you back it up?" A world crushing pressure enveloped the whole sword grounds. The old man released his energy and Mark who was closer to him felt impact a million more times compared to everyone on this planet.
The old man's pressure demanded for everything to bow down, but Mark, he tried to stand in the pressure. Sweat formed all over his body, his bones where being crushed by the pressure.
The old man watched as Mark struggled to stand. This wasn't even the highest fraction of his power, but he himself new how lethal it was. By now most of the creatures on this planet or everyone of the creatures should be incapacitated.
Mark's brain could nolonger process, he had fallen unconscious on his feet. When old man realized this he lifted his pressure from The planet. And pushed Mark to the ground;
"Only your father has ever managed to stand in my pressure," the old man said a grin playing on his lips. It was decided, he was going to take this kid has his apprentice.
...
When Mark opened his eyes, he was still feeling the immerse pressure. The only way he could describe the feeling was, killing him. He was dying. He looked around the dark world which seemed to have been producing opponents he faced before.
A shadowy figure of Agren was first to be formed, Mark managed to make out who the figure was and jumped back.
From behind a hand slammed him to the ground, he tried to lift his head but the hand was just to strong. He looked in the sides and was even more terrified, he forgot of his usual habit of smiling, he was scared shitless by the figures approaching.
One looked like Remon in his Armorment transmission, another looked looked Zico in his Armorment transformation with entity by his side. Behind the approaching three stood Mr komi and Sasha.
These were his greatest opponents since birth. He struggled to get up but wasn't able to, after trying to sense the power behind him, he became hopeless, it seemed like he was going to die.
Seen in his Armorment held marks face against the ground. Mark had no way of surviving this, anyone of these guys had been able to put him in his worse state. He reeled and realized he had never fairly beaten any of them, infact seen seemed like he let him win there last fight. He wasn't even in his full strength, mark had fought seventy percent only.
He could only ever dream of beating Mr komi, he was not even able to lay a hand on this man. The girl Sasha by Mr komi's side was the same, Mark had never managed to scratch or touch a hair on her.
Agren was slain by Remon, without zico's help he doubted if would have been able to inflict that much damage.
Remon also was a different monster, mark new he would never win in a much with this beast, him and zico were beaten to a pulp, he could only imagine how he faired alone.
Zico, the guy who managed to beat Mark in both a fair fight and an unfair fight. Everytime he fought Zico he was shown the difference between being gifted and being talented. His gifts were put to shame all the time they fought.
And now what was happening, whole these guys were going to fight him, he sensed there killing intent.
A single thought was like a silver lining to his dark cloud of thoughts.
"Aknaili,"
Ever since he grabbed the two pistols he had become a a threat to the talented, he was able to stand besides them, it seemed like it was going to help him. Again.
As the shadows of his previous opponents came he mastered up every energy he could after closing his eyes.
The darkness that surrounded the whole place grew even darker and deeper. The Shadows that formed and became his opponents turned into dark mist and entered mark's body. He felt an insane amount of power surging through him.
Mark inhaled and exhaled slowly, he entered a state of meditation, to handle the power he felt right now. Aknaili, it was finally time to meet mark.
The dense dark world concentrated it's darkness on a single point. The surroundings trembled.
...
"Hmm what the hell is happening to this kid? Did I accidentally fry his brain?" The old man awkwardly scratched his head. It had been four minutes since he lifted his aura. But the kid didn't wake up.
"Well, let me check on something. I'll return in a while kid don't die," the old man said and disappeared. He had some agent matters to attend to as a god slayer.
...
Mark shot his eyes open then an incredible aura burst forth from his body, his eyes were completely black when he called upon the name of Aknaili, it was as if he was calling upon something unholy to descend into this dark world.
"Aknaili, rise!"