With a choking sound, Dark Destruction was unsheathed.
Allen took a clean handkerchief and gently wiped it across the straight saber. When he reached the tip of the saber, the blade of the saber produced a halo under the afternoon sun, and every energy conduction pattern could be clearly seen. Even the smooth blade reflected Allen's face.
Leon flashed behind him and appeared on the blade that was as smooth as a mirror. Allen sheathed his saber and stood up. Leon leaned against a fir tree with his hands crossed and said, "The counterattack in the morning was beautiful, but I have to remind you not to underestimate Diego."
"I know." Allen stood up with his saber in his arms and said, "If there's a battle of life and death, the outcome will be unpredictable. However, I still have some confidence in just three slashes. "
"I really don't know whether to say you're confident or arrogant. Diego isn't like the Vincent you've slashed before." Leon shook his head.
"I didn't say it casually." Allen suddenly straightened his back and gave off an indomitable aura. "A person's combat skills are often related to their temperament. Looking at Diego's words and actions, I can roughly guess that his combat skills should be mainly sinister and biased. Such an opponent, the outcome of a life-and-death battle is hard to predict. But if you want to block three of my sabers head-on, I will give him an unexpected surprise. "
Leon stroked his chin and said, "Your analysis is very accurate. Hearing you say that, I also feel that I can chop that sissy to death with three axes. "
"That's right, so I set three slashes. If the opponent was you, don't think I would be so generous. I probably wouldn't be able to leave without thirty slashes. " Allen thought of Leon's axe. The axe's weapon nature was strong, and it was even stronger than his saber. Three or five casual strikes would determine the outcome. If his opponent was Leon, Allen didn't want to adopt a frontal attack strategy. Maybe it would be his saber that was cut off.
Leon laughed and said, "Your flattery is really comfortable. How about this, if you beat that demon Diego, all the rewards I got from this autumn hunt will belong to you? "
Allen looked him up and down and said, "Looks like you'll have to go back to Babylon empty-handed."
"If that's the case, I'd be more than happy to do it." Leon looked to the side of the camp where a voice came from. "He's here. Let's go, brother."
The news of the bet between Allen and Diego had already spread through the camps of the various families. One of these two people was the winner of the death arena, the lucky one who had been recruited by the Bescot family as soon as he walked out of Yellowstone Park, and one of the direct disciples appointed by Marshal Windsor Bellow. He was in the limelight and could be said to be known by all the young nobles of Babylon. The other came from the wealthy Grant family and was also a student of Sequence Master Lawrence. He was also a young man who received a lot of attention.
However, even though Allen was in the limelight, he was still a disciple of a side branch of Bescot. There were not many people who thought highly of him. However, there were still some busybodies who bet on the battle between the two of them. After a morning, basically everyone knew about the friction between the two young men in the morning. On the contrary, the conflict between Leon and his brother and sister had been greatly diluted.
The location of the gambling battle was an open space behind the camp, which had long since been surrounded by people. When Allen arrived, he saw several familiar faces. Regis, Adele, and even Weber were among them. The difference was that the first two people were demonstrating for him, while Weber only looked at Allen with a fake smile, hoping that Allen would make a fool of himself.
Leon followed behind Allen, patted him on the shoulder, and retreated to the side. Allen entered the arena with his saber in his arms, and Diego was already on the field. Diego had an extra gun in his hand. The gun was nearly two meters long and half a head taller than Diego. The energy conduction patterns on the spear body were spirally distributed, and the tip of the spear shone brightly in the sunlight. Diego stood with a gun in his hand, but he had a different aura.
He tilted his head slightly and looked at Allen with disdain, "I thought you didn't dare to come."
Allen laughed and said, "It's a good thing to win and not lose. Why would I miss it?"
Diego picked up the end of the spear, the spear bounced up, and he casually shook it. The tip of the spear trembled, piercing out specks of cold light, quite a good appearance. He nodded and said, "I'll see if you can still laugh later."
"Since we've greeted each other, let's begin. You know, I still have to prepare for tomorrow's hunt. "
"Bring it on." Diego shouted coldly.
Allen raised his saber horizontally and pulled it out of its sheath. The blade reflected the afternoon sunlight and shone into Diego's eyes like a pool of autumn water. Diego couldn't help but close his eyes. At this moment, Allen moved.
Dragging his saber.
In an instant, Allen had already rushed to Diego's side. The saber bounced up, and the blade drew a perfect arc, slashing towards Diego's left shoulder!
The sound of air breaking rang out, and Diego let out a muffled snort. The spear pointed out with lightning, turning into a streak of cold lightning that accurately picked out Allen's blade. The saber and spear collided, and an ear-splitting explosion rang out. Along with the splashing of sparks, an invisible ripple of Origin Energy spread out, turning into a suffocating gale, causing the spectators' hair to dance wildly and their clothes to flutter.
The two figures merged and separated, and Allen slid back like a tide. One advance and one retreat was as natural as breathing, leaving no flaws for Diego to counterattack.
The first saber!
Just the first saber caused the hearts of the noble disciples to surge, and they were unable to control themselves. Allen's saber skills were simple and refined, purely using speed and momentum to subdue the enemy. Although there were many people present, the number of fingers that could see his movements could be counted on. When more people reacted, the straight saber had already slashed out fiercely. It could be imagined that when he exchanged positions with Diego, he could only roll on the ground with his head in his arms and temporarily avoid the edge. However, that would definitely attract an even sharper attack from Allen. Once he lost the initiative, Allen's saber momentum would unfold. With his lightning-fast fighting style, not to mention three sabers, he would probably have to give up and admit defeat for the second saber.
However, Diego was still able to pick up Allen's quick saber under such a disadvantageous situation and forcefully pull back to a draw. It could be seen that after this enchanting and enchanting wealthy family, there was also some real talent.
Allen took a deep breath and circulated his Origin Energy. His eyes gradually lit up. Diego, who had tasted his quick saber, was unwilling to let Allen attack first. He immediately shouted, "It's my turn!"
As soon as the shout stopped, a sharp howl suddenly rang out!
The gun in Diego's hand used some unknown technique, but it still spun wildly. The tip of the spear spun like a drill, emitting an intimidating howl. Diego leaned forward and stabbed his spear forward. He and the spear were one. It was impossible to tell if a person was carrying a gun, or if a gun was carrying a person.
Thunderous applause rang out, and everyone cheered. Diego's spear skills were indeed extraordinary.
Allen's saber moved at the end of his saber, and his eyes suddenly lit up, giving off an astonishing aura out of thin air. Immediately, there was nothing else in Diego's eyes but Allen and his saber. He suddenly had a feeling that Allen would ignore his spear momentum and send the knife into his chest!
This was too absurd!
As soon as he thought of this, Allen moved. Sure enough, as if he couldn't see the spear that was about to hit his chest, the saber light swallowed and slashed towards the same spot as Diego.
Diego's spear momentum was slightly chaotic, and the intimidating howl disappeared. A smile appeared on Allen's lips as he slanted his saber and slashed at the middle of Diego's spear. The moment he struck, it was the moment when Diego's mind relaxed and his spear momentum was no longer as sharp as before.
Immediately, this saber caused the spear's body to tremble, and Diego retreated again and again.
Allen suddenly crashed into him and switched his saber to his left hand. He held the saber in his hand and used the force of his waist to twist. The saber slashed diagonally from bottom to top, turning into an arc of cold light that flashed in Diego's eyes. When the blade pointed upwards, Diego's spear was also raised by Allen. When the bullet reached its highest point, it landed on the grass five steps behind Diego. The body of the spear trembled, just like Diego's complicated feelings at this moment.
He actually lost!
Allen used the two sabers behind him, and the change was so fast that it was overwhelming. Who would have thought that Allen would rely purely on his condensed willpower to make Diego's originally indomitable spear momentum reveal flaws that shouldn't exist? After that, he suddenly changed his hand, causing Diego, who was already a little used to Allen's right-hand saber movement, to bounce his spear away with an uppercut.
If Allen's first saber strike was only fast and ruthless, then the last two sabers demonstrated his steel-like will, unexpected strategies, and flexible saber techniques. This was what made him truly terrifying.
By the time Diego regained his senses, Allen had already left, and even Leon was no longer in the crowd. Allen didn't even let him fulfill the bet, which was even worse than killing him. When he looked at others, Diego read something else in their gazes. He gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, pulled out his spear from the ground and walked out of the crowd.
At night, multiple ovens were set up in the camp. On the stove, the familiar chef was cooking barbecue meat. The family guards acted as waiters at this time, bringing plates of golden barbecue steak to the long table on the grass. At this time, one could see many circles in the camp. One of the most lively circles was none other than the crowd where Leon and Allen were.
"Come, let's toast to Allen. The three slashes in the afternoon were really f * cking beautiful, especially the last two slashes. My eyes almost fell out when I saw them. "Leon raised his glass. It was rare for him to curse in front of his friends, but it sounded especially pleasant.
The disciples who had befriended Leon raised their glasses to pay their respects to Allen. Allen took the responsibility and drank all the wine in his arms in one gulp, winning another round of applause. After drinking this glass of wine, it was time to move freely. Leon took two plates and stuffed one of them to Allen. "You have to be careful, Diego. That kid holds a grudge. You've made him lose face in front of everyone. I'm almost sure that he'll definitely cause trouble for you during the autumn hunt. "
He sighed softly, "Speaking of which, the one who should apologize is me. Because of me, you have a troublesome enemy for no reason."
Allen didn't mind. He swept his gaze across the crowd and said, "If you have enemies, you will naturally gain friends. This is an example. Don't worry, if Diego comes looking for trouble with me, I don't mind dragging you into the water with me, unless you change your profession and become my enemy. "
Leon said seriously, "Believe it or not, after seeing your three sabers in the afternoon, I hope I'll never be your enemy."
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