Allen looked around. There were a total of five killers. There were two people on the right side of the wall and at the back of the alley, and one person squatting on the left side of the street lamp. His Origin Energy level was around Level 10. They were dressed differently, either with guns or knives, as if they were not from the same organization. At this moment, an imposing aura suddenly rose. In the shadows of the alley in front of Allen, a figure appeared from the shadows as if it had emerged from the water.
The man wore a shirt and trousers, a mask without facial features on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes. He was bare-handed, but his Origin Energy was the strongest among the crowd. Allen could make an intuitive judgment from the Origin Energy light circulating on his body.
They seemed to have sealed off Allen's advance and retreat, but the left side was clearly weaker, and there were many streets in that direction, winding and complicated. If he wanted to escape, this direction was clearly the ideal one. At this moment, the masked man's aura rose again, giving Allen tremendous pressure. Just as he was about to choose the left side as a breakthrough, his heart suddenly stirred.
The masked man seemed to have deliberately forced him back in that direction. If that was the case, there should be other arrangements on the left, or reinforcements!
Indeed, as Allen thought, these killers had set up a killing trap in a hurry. The arrangement and mobilization of manpower had not reached the most perfect requirement, and now, reinforcements were rushing over from the left side of the alley. If Allen chose that direction as a breakthrough, he would fall headfirst into the trap. Like a moth falling into a spider web, it would only sink deeper and deeper in the end.
The masked man was the strongest link in the crowd. He released his aura and deliberately revealed the flaw of the lack of manpower on the left side, forcing Allen to jump into the trap himself. However, Allen saw through this and immediately made a decision.
He first made a gesture of wanting to pounce to the left, causing the killers to make preparations one after another. Then, he suddenly rushed straight ahead, actually wanting to use the strongest point in this killing trap as a breakthrough point.
Obviously, the killer did not expect the target to make such a choice. All of their preparations and actions did not take this into account, so their reactions were all a beat slower. By the time they reacted and chased after them, Allen had already left them at least a dozen meters away, creating a one-on-one duel between himself and the masked man.
Even if it was only temporary, it would never take more than three seconds.
Allen knew that he had to grasp this opportunity. The person in front of him was the strongest. But it was precisely because of this that he often neglected himself and didn't make many arrangements in the direction he was at. Thus, as long as he could get past him, Allen's chances of escaping would greatly increase.
"You're courting death!" The masked man snorted. His voice was slightly hoarse and old. Clearly, he was already quite old.
He didn't back down. His Origin Energy surged as he punched Allen's chest. The tip of his fist moved, immediately pulling out several ribbons of Origin Energy light. The ribbons of light intertwined with each other, forming a cannonball-like ball of Origin Energy light. They were the first to imprint on Allen's chest, aiming to force Allen back.
Allen inhaled, came to a sudden stop, turned around, and slid forward! A series of movements were executed like flowing clouds and flowing water, bypassing the Origin Energy ball of light that came from the chest imprint. At the same time, the devil praised the saber light and slashed towards the masked man's fist.
The ball of Origin Energy light that Allen avoided forced the killers chasing after him to be in a hurry.
The dagger cut through the air. Halfway through, Allen's body surged with Origin Energy, and the pattern of the "Prairie Blade" lit up on his forehead. With a whoosh, the devil's praise was wrapped in high-temperature flames. As a result, a crescent moon slash turned into a flaming moon slash midway, and its power was more than a thousand miles away!
The pupils of his eyes behind the mask shrank. The man turned his fist into a palm and slapped it towards the Blazing Moon Wheel that was slashing towards him. A large amount of Origin Energy light spread out from his hand, causing the flames on the devil's praise to dim down. As the masked man's palm shrank, the flames on the devil's praise seemed to be extinguished.
The Flaming Moon Slash was about to be broken when it landed. This was the first time Allen had encountered it. His eyes lit up, and the prairie blade flickered. After Allen advanced, the pattern also underwent a subtle change. The flames that wrapped around the longsword spread out a little more than before. At this moment, a loop of light flashed through the flame patterns.
Allen activated his second ability, Shock!
His hand was firm.
As the Origin Energy shrank, the masked man felt that the flames on Allen's dagger were not extinguished as he had imagined. Instead, they began to tremble violently! The flames grew brighter and brighter. After shaking for two seconds, the Flaming Moon exploded! The huge impact shook the masked man's hand away, and the shockwave carrying the flames smashed into his body, sending him flying and pressing over a wall on the side.
Allen used the impact of the explosion to bounce high. When he reached the highest point, he fell forward in a parabola and instantly swept across a distance of twenty meters.
"Stop him!" The masked man shouted and reached out to push away the rubble on his body.
On the other side, Allen had already landed on the ground, but a sense of danger surged in his heart. He immediately stepped on the spinning step and spun around like a top. A string of flames brushed past his feet, but a killer threw out a line of fire with a miniature submachine gun.
In the time it took to stop him, the remaining four killers had already rushed closer. One of them was the fastest. As he ran, his feet were wrapped in a ball of green Origin Energy light, as if it was a blessing of some kind. He ran up the wall and suddenly jumped into the air. There was clearly nothing to borrow from in the air, but he stepped on the void and stepped out of a circle of air. He swept past Allen's head and landed in front of him, blocking Allen's path.
At this moment, the masked man had already stood up. However, the palm that he had used to hold Flaming Moon was charred black, but it was injured by Flaming Moon's explosion. His eyes were filled with anger as he clenched his fists and chased after him.
The four killers pounced on Allen at the same time, but they didn't have any tacit understanding between them, so their movements interfered with each other, making it impossible for them to surround him. When Allen saw this, he thought to himself that these people must have been recruited temporarily, and their backgrounds were all the same. The advantage of this was that it would be difficult to find out the identity of the employer afterwards, but the disadvantage was that there was no tacit understanding between them, causing them to be full of flaws.
The devil's praise was pulled behind him, taking advantage of the burning ability. Allen twisted his waist and spun around on the spot. The dagger dragged the flames and pulled out a flame wheel. The flames shot out and the heat was scorching, forcing the four killers to stop and avoid Allen's "Blazing Corridor".
"Bastard!" The masked man cursed in his heart. He was the strongest, and his eyes were the most experienced. He could tell that although Allen's attack range covered 360 degrees of his own space, its power was reduced because of the wide attack range. It wasn't as strong as the Flaming Moon Slash. Unfortunately, he didn't dare to hire those famous assassin organizations because of some misgivings. He could only find some assassins who had just started or weren't famous.
Originally, he didn't think that these assassins would be of much use. As long as they could conceal themselves and delay, the masked man was already very satisfied. But now, the shortcomings of these killers' lack of strength were completely exposed, giving Allen a move that was empty of might and insufficient lethality to force it away.
The assassins who had been forced away by the Flame Corridor immediately resolved the encirclement. Moreover, because they didn't know each other, there was no tacit understanding and no way to retreat. Two of them even accidentally bumped into each other, creating an opportunity for Allen to counterattack.
Allen was the first to pounce on the fastest assassin. The devil's praise flashed in front of his eyes with the afterglow of burning. Forced by the heat of the flames, the assassin couldn't help but close his eyes in pain. In that instant, he felt a chill in his chest. Allen's dagger had stabbed into his heart. The dagger stabbed and twisted. When it was pulled out again, it brought with it a string of beads of blood.
The amount of blood was surprisingly small, and the beads of blood floating in the air seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. In the blink of an eye, the blood gathered at the edge of the devil's praise and seeped into the blade. Thus, the devil gem at the end of the dagger lit up a little.
Another assassin pounced silently.
The saber in his hand slashed fiercely at Allen. The moment Allen pulled the dagger out of the corpse.
The tide ebbed and flowed, and so did the willpower. Allen had just killed one person, and his killing intent and fighting spirit were slightly reduced. The killer's timing was just right, and he had a deep understanding of the way of assassination. Allen took a deep breath and retreated, but he was still sliced across his chest by the blade. His shirt immediately split open and he spat out some blood. Allen didn't stop retreating and directly crashed into the arms of another killer behind him.
Taking advantage of the collision, his opponent's entire body trembled and his Origin Energy surged. Allen stabbed his dagger into his opponent's chin. He turned around and pulled it down, cutting open his throat. Similarly, under the blade of the devil's praise, the amount of blood the killer spat out of his body was exceptionally small.
A trace of pure life force entered Allen's body through the devil's praise, replenishing the Origin Energy that he had consumed violently due to the continuous battles. Allen's spirits were lifted as his heart, which had been beating non-stop, slowed down. With a pull of his arm, he pushed the corpse forward, blocking the line of sight of the knife-wielding killer in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, Allen killed two killers before the masked man chased after him. Allen had already jumped over a wall, and a shuttle of bullets chased after him and swept across the wall, causing the rubble on the wall to splash everywhere. However, it interfered with the masked man's movements and slowed him down a little. The masked man was furious, but he had no time to scold the idiot who fired the gun. He jumped over the wall with the killer with the saber in his hand one after another.
However, the masked man leaped over the wall a few meters and swept towards the street behind the wall. There was no figure of Allen on the street. Suddenly, he felt something and looked back, only to see Allen squatting in the corner. At this moment, the knife-wielding killer had just climbed over the wall. Before the masked man could warn him, Allen's body had already exploded. The dagger flashed past the light of death, brushing past the unprepared killer and returning to the original alley.
As for the knife-wielding killer, he had already turned into a corpse when he fell to the ground. Only then did the masked man land on the ground. He was furious. In such a situation, Allen actually killed three people in a row. No matter how strong he was, he was not as agile as Allen, so he fell behind step by step. Instead, Allen grasped the rhythm of the battle, causing him to fall into a disadvantageous situation where he was led by the nose by the youth.
When the masked man turned back, gunshots rang out from behind the wall. It was obvious that Allen and the remaining killers had already exchanged blows. But by the time he climbed over the wall, the battle had already ended. Of the five killers, apart from the one with the submachine gun who had escaped because he was far away, the four killers who had surrounded Allen had all been knocked down. The corner of the masked man's eyes just happened to catch sight of Allen drilling into the window of a low building. He snorted and chased after him, vowing to kill this unexpectedly powerful youth with his palm!
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