Anna was sure that this person was chasing after Allen, which was a continuation of the previous Black Street assassination. In the few battle scenes she discovered, whether it was the traces left behind by the flames or the knife marks distributed on the tree trunks and rocks, all of them pointed out that the killer was fighting Allen.
After Allen was attacked in Black Street last time, Anna and Steward Helsing discovered the financial problems of one of the family's companies on the surface. Using this as a breakthrough point, the ultimate beneficiary of the deal was gradually revealed. All clues pointed to the interior of the clan, and Hyderick's account had many records of funds entering and leaving.
Even though the expenditure and income of each fund were clear and legitimate. However, Anna had an intuition that the attack on Allen was probably related to Hyderick. Even if he didn't do it himself, he couldn't get away with it. Anna didn't dare to act on her own, so she could only report the situation to Horn. Horn's final decision was to continue observing and get substantial evidence as soon as possible.
Without any real evidence, Horn didn't even have the qualifications to hold Hyderick accountable based on those general clues. Of course, he could use his father's identity to beat around the bush. Anna knew that was the last thing Horn wanted to see. Even if he had evidence, Horn would still be in a difficult position. After all, Hyderick was his son, and Allen was just a grandson.
If Horn didn't handle it well, there would be the danger of the clan splitting up. This was definitely not something any Patriarch would like to see. If it weren't for Horn loving the house and the crow, and his opponent wanting to take Allen's life, this would have crossed Horn's bottom line. Otherwise, even if it was Hyderick's problem in the end, it would only be a small matter and a small matter.
Anna sighed softly. She remembered that when she followed Horn on his expedition to the Outer Realm, the Bescot Patriarch acted decisively and didn't hesitate in the slightest when he advanced or retreated. Now that he had to be careful in dealing with the internal affairs of the clan, it could be seen how much effort Horn had put in to manage the clan over the years.
As Horn's secret warrior and close friend, Anna understood her master's feelings very well. If he had absorbed Allen into the clan and had the intention to nurture this grandson, it was more or less to compensate his daughter, Lanny. Now, Allen's talent in academics, Origin Energy talent, and the Magic Cube sequence made Horn look at him differently.
Let alone the fact that Allen had hopes of becoming Windsor Bellow's personal disciple. All of these pointed to Allen's shocking talent. Horn was now truly cultivating Allen as the heir of the family. What Allen lacked was a legitimate identity. If the other party wanted to destroy Allen, it would be tantamount to destroying the hope of the clan's future. Whether it was for personal or public reasons, this was something that Horn could not tolerate.
That was why he was so angry. Moreover, the clues pointed to his fourth son, so he still ordered Anna to investigate. It was obvious that he would not stop here.
Looking at the moment, it didn't matter if the mastermind was Hyderick or someone else. At the very least, their plan failed again this time. The assassin was dead, but Allen was still alive. Anna took a picture of Blood Hand's face and sent it back to Babylon in encrypted mail. She had her own sources of information, so she could confirm her identity through Blood Hand's appearance and follow this clue.
After sending the email, Anna circled around and found the ground that Allen had set on fire to stop Diego and the others from chasing after him. Then, she followed the traces left behind by Allen. The autumn hunt was not over yet, and Anna had to ensure his safety. One had to know that the young master of the Grant family did not have a good impression of Allen. Anna did not want Bescot and the Grant family to form an irreconcilable enmity.
After tracking for more than an hour, Anna cut off the thread and shook her head helplessly. Young Master Sun was smarter than he had imagined. Just being able to conceal his whereabouts under his nose was already not something an ordinary clan disciple could compare to. Even Anna couldn't find traces of Allen, and it would be even more difficult for anyone else. For the time being, it was certain that Allen was safe.
Anna could only think of another way to find Allen.
When the Whispering Forest was bathed in the morning light, Allen opened his eyes. He was in a tree hole, next to him was his backpack, and tools such as hemostatic tape and scissors were scattered on the ground. After shaking off Diego and the others last night, he circled back to the place where he hid his backpack. Thinking about it, he must have left something behind before letting Blood Hand find the place where he hid his backpack and prepare a trap for him to step in.
Fortunately, Allen discovered that something was wrong, otherwise, he would have discovered Blood Hand after entering the tree hole. In such a narrow space, he would definitely not be able to dodge Blood Hand's attack. At that time, even if he wasn't killed on the spot, he would still be killed by Blood Hand because of his serious injuries.
Now was another situation.
Allen couldn't help but laugh when he thought of how Blood Hand had been intercepted by an expert from Diego's side. It could be imagined that even if Blood Hand didn't die this time, he wouldn't be able to find him in a short period of time. With Diego's temperament, it would be strange if he didn't take some interest from Blood Hand.
Allen only returned to the tree hole in the early hours of the morning. Fortunately, he didn't throw his backpack to Blood Hand. Apart from food, the important thing in his backpack was some first-aid medicine. For example, the bone-deep wound on Allen's hand would inevitably be infected if he didn't sew it up with a needle and thread. If it wasn't handled properly, it might even affect future development.
He used a sterilized needle and thread to sew up the longer wound, sprayed a hemostatic spray, and bandaged it. There was basically nothing wrong with it. However, he wasn't in a hurry to leave. The experience of competing with Blood Hand was a very valuable experience. This was the first time he had encountered an opponent with overwhelming strength. In just one day and two nights, Allen was constantly on the verge of life and death, which was a huge stimulus to him.
What he needed to do now was to digest these experiences. Allen continued to hide in the tree hole, recalling every scene of his fight with Blood Hand as he trained his Origin Energy. It wasn't until one o'clock in the afternoon that he emerged from the tree hole. Inside and outside the cave were two completely different worlds. Looking at the sunlight outside, the cold wind blowing from the direction of the Snow Revolving Cloud Mountain made him even more spirited.
After a long rest, his Origin Energy body had recovered and improved. Especially the experience of fighting with Blood Hand, which had already become a part of his life experience, ignited Allen's fighting spirit. Allen stabbed the saber under his feet and pulled it out with his left hand. Closing his eyes, he used Blood Hand as an imaginary enemy and recalled the scene of his attack. Allen used his left hand to move his saber and make a corresponding counterattack.
At first, the straight saber seemed difficult to swing. But gradually, Allen's saber momentum gradually unfolded. The straight saber let out an intimidating howl, dancing with saber light under the sunlight. In the end, Allen stopped thinking about Blood Hand and focused on moving his saber. The straight saber was like an extension of his arm, swinging at will. Origin Energy surged within his body, and Allen's saber qi crisscrossed, causing the grass and leaves to fly and churn up and down.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes flashed with lightning as his wrist shook. The straight saber drew a perfect arc in the air. This was a standard Crescent Moon Slash. Dark Destruction reflected the afternoon sun, leaving behind an extremely clear moon wheel in the air. Suddenly, the moon wheel trembled slightly and shattered, turning into hundreds of tiny pieces of light that exploded, twisting many fallen leaves and withered branches in front of him into tiny pieces.
Allen let out a soft howl and raised his saber. Another ball of fine light exploded in his arms, like fireworks blooming under the midsummer night!
With a clang, the saber was sheathed. Allen happily somersaulted on the spot and sat down on the ground. He had finally perfectly integrated the ability to vibrate into his saber skill, unlike when he was attacked in Black Street. It was just that when he forcefully superimposed the shockwave onto the Flaming Moon Slash, it would form an explosive flame to push his opponent away. Now that he had digested the experience of fighting with Blood Hand, his comprehension of saber techniques and abilities had increased by a level. Thus, the Crescent Moon Slash had transformed into the Broken Moon Slash. After the superposition ability was burned, it would be another scene.
The combat system was being perfected bit by bit.
Allen lay on the grass and looked at the blue sky. Regardless of whether it was the real world or the world of skill and power, the two worlds inside and outside were almost endless. And every time he explored the world, his achievements were always moving. Allen didn't know where his final destination would be, but he didn't mind not thinking about it, because the process of exploring the world itself was an incomparably moving experience.
Everyone's experiences were different, so everyone's life was an epic in itself!
Was there anything more exciting than writing one's own epic?
Allen lay there for a full five minutes before turning around and sitting up. Then, he packed his things and headed east, heading towards the depths of the Whispering Forest at full speed. Two days later, Allen had already arrived at the depths of the hunting area. This place was less than a hundred kilometers away from the Snowy Revolving Cloud Mountain. At this point, the trees gradually thinned, and the distance between the trees was much greater than in the southern part of the forest. There were no longer any leaves on the ground, but a thin layer of snowflakes.
The temperature here was about five or six degrees lower than in the south, and at night, the difference in temperature was even greater. When Allen arrived in this area, it was already evening. The sun had set on the west side of the forest, leaving behind a large expanse of multicolored light that dyed the clouds red. In just a moment, the sky turned dark. Allen chose a leeward place, washed the snow on the ground, and set up a withered branch to make a fire to keep warm.
Deep in Hunting Area E, according to Leon's introduction, this area was the territory of the Ice and Snow Tyrant Bear. The Tyrant Bear was already a Tier 6 dangerous species, and it had a high affinity with the Origin Energy of the Ice and Snow Element. Winter was the season when the Tyrant Bear was at its most powerful. As for autumn, because it needed to store fat for the winter, it was the time when the Tyrant Bear was the most aggressive.
Moreover, the word tyrant was in the name of this dangerous species, which showed that its temperament had nothing to do with gentleness. The Tyrant Bear inhabited the border between the Whispering Forest and the Snowy Revolving Cloud Mountain. Even in this vast area, there were only nearly a thousand Tyrant Bears living there. Usually, a Tyrant Bear's territory was measured in kilometers, so whether Allen could bump into one or not depended on his luck.
After rushing for two days, he didn't see Blood Hand chasing after him again. It seemed that the killer was doomed. Allen was even more relieved. He had already made up his mind. Have a good rest tonight and try your luck tomorrow morning. If he didn't hunt a Tyrant Bear by tomorrow evening, he would have to turn back. Otherwise, if he couldn't get on the airship, it would be a lot of trouble to return to Babylon.
I didn't know that it was Christmas when I took the baby to kindergarten in the morning. Look at me, I'm in a daze. There's nothing I can do about it. Ugly people don't receive gifts. However, I know that all of you handsome men and beautiful women must have received gifts and heard this sentence many times, but I still want to wish you all: Merry Christmas!
The year of 2014 is about to pass, and it will be 2015 in a few days. A new year, a new challenge, I wish you and yourself a smooth journey in the coming year!
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