His head was smashed into the ground, and his body was rendered incapable of shock, one from the lightning and another from his blood flow being reversed, travelled through. He was dragged across the ground, his head tearing the rock as the sword saint laughed.
The brutal treatment lasted only for a second before Alan's Phoenix bloodline kicked in and healed his body. In an instant, He grabbed the Sword saint's hand and threw him away with his strength...or that's what he tried to.
"Do you think I'm weak?"
The sword saint's hand was still on his head, unmoving. His sword was raised high up, and he intended to stab through Alan like a skewer through a kebab!
But at that moment, Alan's body disappeared. The sword saint chucked as he turned around quickly, his sword still raised up.
"Predictable!"
