Out on a wide plain—
As Gunn and the blood-red doppelgänger lunged at Alan, he reacted instantly. Rather than retreat, he surged forward with incredible speed, his staff-sword glowing with dazzling brilliance. The powerful Blade Spirit erupted from his body, sharpening even the air itself.
Gunn and the crimson clone attacked from either side, like two killers working in perfect sync.
But Alan completely ignored the blood-shadow and charged straight at Gunn with a single, lethal strike.
Gunn met him head-on with his massive blood-forged blade, his expression growing darker by the second. The blood clone was a projection of Alan himself, holding peak tier-bronze power. Yet Alan treated it as nothing—this was pure suicide!
Or so Gunn thought.
Just as the blood-shadow readied its strike, a burst of razor-sharp wind blades exploded from around Alan, catching Gunn off guard. His body was instantly covered in bloody gashes!
