Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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ρєαкωєѕт 2 | 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙊𝙛 𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚

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As Alan's sword swings toward Muzan, the air itself seems to tremble.

But Muzan, swift and fluid, sidesteps the attack with a grace that almost mocks Alan's effort.

Alan: "So, your specialty is speed,"

"huh?"

Muzan smiles faintly, his eyes cold and calculating.

Muzan: "Speed is only the surface."

Without warning, Muzan vanishes in a blur of motion.

His foot connects with Alan’s chest like a hammer, sending him flying backward. Alan’s feet scrape against the ground as he struggles to keep his balance.

Alan (thinking): "That power… he’s not just fast,

"he’s stronger than I expected."

Muzan flicks his sword, stepping forward with deliberate precision.

His movements become more fluid, his body swaying like a dancer.

Muzan: "Celestial Dance."

The atmosphere shifts as Muzan's Celestial Dance unfolds.

A blue aura swirls around him, his sword gleaming with ethereal light.

He begins moving faster, but not with raw speed—there’s an artistry to his technique.

His blade creates a mesmerizing blur, each movement calculated, each step flowing seamlessly into the next.

Alan watches closely, feeling the energy of the battle rise to a new level.

Alan: "A dance, huh?"

"Pathetic."

Alan tightens his grip on his sword as the red energy of his Ratio Technique flares to life around him.

His body glows with crimson power, the red aura contrasting sharply with Muzan's cool blue.

The ground beneath his feet cracks as he channels his strength, his mind calculating every possible move.

Alan: "Ratio Technique!"

Their blades clash in a violent explosion of red and blue light.

The energy surges through the battlefield, creating shockwaves that ripple through the ground.

Every strike, every parry sends sparks flying, the sheer force of their clash rattling the air around them.

Muzan smirks as he weaves through Alan's attacks with inhuman grace, his Celestial Dance making him seem almost untouchable.

Muzan: "You think you can match me with brute strength alone?"

"My dance is eternal."

Alan grins in response, his heart racing as he pushes his sword against Muzan's in a fierce clash.

Alan: "I don’t need finesse to break through your ‘dance.’"

"All I need is power."

With a roar, Alan swings his sword with a ferocity that cuts through the air.

The red energy of his Ratio Technique intensifies, each slash more forceful than the last.

But Muzan effortlessly counters every move, his sword gliding through the air with deadly precision.

Muzan: "You’re not bad, Alan."

"But you still don’t understand…"

In a flash, Muzan vanishes from Alan's sight, reappearing behind him with his sword raised high.

Muzan: "Speed is just the beginning."

"My Celestial Dance adapts, perfecting every movement."

Alan's eyes widen as he barely manages to turn in time to block the strike, their swords colliding once again.

The blue aura around Muzan grows brighter, his sword moving faster, sharper, deadlier.

Alan (thinking): "This… this is more than just technique.

"He’s getting stronger with every step."

Muzan spins gracefully, his sword cutting through the air in a series of rapid strikes that force Alan back.

The blue energy around him pulses rhythmically, like a heartbeat, growing stronger with each step of his Celestial Dance.

Muzan: "Do you see now, Alan?"

"My dance evolves with each movement."

"With every step, I draw closer to perfection."

"Your raw power will never be enough."

Alan grits his teeth, feeling the weight of Muzan’s words. But he refuses to back down. His red aura flares brighter, the energy of his Ratio Technique surging through him like fire. He tightens his grip on his sword, determination burning in his eyes.

Alan: "You think you’re the only one who can evolve, Muzan?"

With a burst of energy, Alan charges forward, his sword glowing red-hot as he unleashes a barrage of strikes. His Ratio Technique shifts, his movements becoming more refined, more precise. Each slash is calculated, each movement aimed to disrupt the rhythm of Muzan’s Celestial Dance.

Muzan notices the change, his eyes narrowing.

Muzan: "So you’ve finally started to adapt. But it’s too late."

He raises his sword high, the blue aura around him intensifying to its peak.

Muzan: "Celestial Dance – Final Movement: Eternal’s Judgment!"

A massive wave of blue energy erupts from Muzan’s sword, cascading toward Alan like a tsunami of destruction. The sheer power behind the attack distorts the air, splitting the ground beneath them. Alan can feel the overwhelming force bearing down on him, the weight of Muzan’s final strike.

But Alan doesn’t flinch. Instead, he raises his sword high, the red energy of his Ratio Technique flaring to life once more. His eyes lock onto Muzan, a wild grin spreading across his face.

Alan: "You’re not the only one with a final movement, Muzan. Let’s see if your dance can handle this!"

With a roar, Alan swings his sword down, unleashing the full power of his Ratio Technique.

Alan: "Ratio Technique – Zero Point!"

A crimson wave of energy erupts from Alan’s sword, cutting through the air like a blade of pure power. The red energy surges forward, meeting Muzan’s blue wave head-on. The two forces collide with a deafening explosion, the energy tearing through the battlefield like a storm.

Red and blue light clash violently, filling the   eyes of others with colourful fight.

For a moment, everything is still.

As the dust begins to settle, both Alan and Muzan emerge from the chaos, battered but standing.

Alan pants heavily, his body bruised and battered from the force of the clash.

But his eyes burn with unyielding determination.

Muzan stands across from him, his cloak torn and blood dripping from a wound on his arm. But his expression remains calm, his eyes still sharp. 

Muzan: "You’ve impressed me, Alan. But this is far from over."

Alan grins, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. 

Alan: "I won't end without killing you."

[ The Blue and Red Clash Continues ]

Chapter Ends.