Allen hid in a hole in the ground. He dug the hole himself, extending diagonally from the ground to the ground and digging a space for him to hide in. The exit on the ground was well disguised, and he restrained all of his aura. Even if an expert stood on top of his head and sensed with all his might, he might not be able to find him.
He was very confident in his disguise and concealment, but he didn't dare to be careless this time. After all, the one chasing after him was a Sovereign.
At this moment, his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep. Apart from recovering his physical strength as soon as possible in this posture, he also replayed the scene of his fight with Frius in his mind with astonishing memories.
It was a rare opportunity to fight with a Paragon. Allen had to seize all the time to digest this experience as soon as possible, so that he would have some confidence in saving his life the next time he fought.
Frius' movements and attacks were different from ordinary experts.
Below the Sovereign Realm, the strongest people Allen had come into contact with were Stark and Bali. These two were powerful, and Allen had suffered under their hands. But no matter how strong they were, their movements and attacks could be traced.
Frius, on the other hand, was almost nowhere to be found.
His movements and attacks seemed to have merged with space. Therefore, Allen's keen perception was completely useless, especially Frius' attacks. Allen did not suffer so many punches and kicks in vain. He had already used his own body to fully experience how terrifying the Sovereign's attack was. It wasn't that Frius hadn't used his Origin Energy, but his Origin Energy Qi hadn't been released. Only the moment he hit his opponent would his aura burst forth.
It was a very short process, bursting out the power of the mountain chiseling in a square inch. Even Allen's physique after this second transformation couldn't withstand it.
Allen deduced the battle dozens of times in his mind.
Every battle was defeated!
However, it was not without gains. Deducing Frius' movements from his memories was actually a learning process for Allen. He knew that when he could do the same thing as Frius, it would mean that his combat skill had truly reached a flawless realm.
Just like that, two days passed.
Allen had fought Frius 367 times on the imaginary battlefield, and at the same time, he had died 366 times. Only the last time did he do everything he could to seize the initiative and slash Frius' fist with the Broken Hymn.
After slashing the saber, he opened his eyes. With a smile, he regained his fighting spirit.
Allen began to move his hands and feet. As he moved, a layer of debris fell off his body. It was blood scabs, dead skin, and mud powder. After the debris fell, his skin was still as smooth as jade, and the injuries he had suffered from the battle with Frius had mostly healed.
At this moment, a cold snort entered his ears. The voice was so close that it seemed to be coming from beside his ear. Allen's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Frius was here.
Frius had indeed come, and he was even standing on the ground above Allen's head. He lifted his foot and stomped, causing the ground within a hundred meters to tremble for close to a hundred times. The tremors were endless, and the ground beneath the Black Emperor's feet immediately caved in. Moments later, Frius was standing where Allen had been hiding, but the latter had long since disappeared.
Frius said calmly, "Spatial Leap? What a convenient ability. "
In the distance, Allen's faint aura lingered. Frius determined his direction and stepped out of the deep pit. By the time his second step landed, he was already dozens of meters away. He continued to chase.
For the next five days, the two of them chased each other. Every exchange was extremely short, but the process was extremely dangerous. A slight carelessness would result in a bloodbath. In the first four days, Allen was the one who was forced to flee. On the fifth day, Allen took the risk of hiding in the corpse of a beast that had just died, using the aura of the beast's flesh and blood to conceal himself. When Frius passed by, he launched a sneak attack. That was the first attack he had used against Frius.
Unfortunately, it was only half a strike.
In order not to be discovered by the Black Emperor, Allen didn't dare to use the Broken Hymn. Instead, he used Gojoseon. When Gojoseon slashed down with his saber, Frius punched back. The tip of the fist swung away Gojoseon, and at the same time, the continuously vibrating Origin Energy shattered half of the long saber that had followed Allen for a long time. Allen dragged his saber away without caring about his heartache. This saber strike had not been completely slashed, so it could only be considered half a saber.
However, this half a saber also forced Frius to use a defensive stance for the first time, allowing Allen to vent his anger slightly.
The two of them headed west and had long since left the boundaries of the Demonic Shadow Kingdom. The Western Region was desolate, and the land was scarlet for thousands of miles. Allen walked all the way, and there were very few people. Sometimes, when he was alone, he felt as if he was the only one left in the world. This kind of loneliness and silence was the most test of willpower. If it weren't for the fact that Allen wasn't in a hurry, he would have deduced the battle with Frius and digested the experience of killing along the way. Or perhaps he had set up a sneak attack on the Black Emperor. Otherwise, he would probably not be able to endure this lonely feeling and turn back to the south.
For a week, Allen didn't say a word. When he sat still, his aura was dead, like a withered tree or a dead stone.
On the other hand, his battle skills were constantly breaking through. Although he was still a distance away from the untraceable Perfection Realm, it was completely different from before. On the ninth day, when Frius caught up to them, the two of them exchanged five punches and two sabers. Allen blocked four punches and was sent flying by Frius' fifth punch, but he also slashed the side of the Black Emperor's face with his blade, cutting off a strand of his hair.
On the twelfth day, Allen plunged into the boundless mountains. The plains disappeared here, and what lay in front of him was a rolling mountain range. The environment here was even more complicated. With Allen's master-level vision, he could pick out several suitable places to ambush.
Of course, if he wasn't confident, Allen wouldn't take the risk of ambushing. After all, his opponent was the Black Emperor, and every ambush meant gambling with his life.
At this point, Allen was no different from a savage. The original coat on his body had been severely damaged in the battle. The coat had already been thrown away by Allen, and his trousers had become a pair of shorts. His shoes were nowhere to be seen. Allen was only wearing a piece of beast skin, which he had taken from an exotic beast along the way. This piece of beast skin hadn't even been processed. It was just that the temperature in the Western Regions was cold, so the smell of the skin was rather faint. Allen used it to conceal his scent, and it could also be considered a symbolic "clothing" for himself.
On the third day of entering the mountains, Frius didn't seem to follow him. There was no sign of him at all. However, Allen knew that it was an illusion. Every time he stopped, he would feel a faint prickling sensation. It was the pressure Frius gave him.
Even if that man didn't release even the slightest bit of Qi, Allen could still sense it. After entering the mountains, he began to discover some traces of human activity. At first, it was a stone spear that had clearly been processed, followed by a few broken utensils piled up with rocks. Not long after, Allen discovered a cemetery that looked like a mass grave. Apart from the exposed bones on the ground, he also discovered a corpse that had just died. A few exotic beasts were having a feast on the corpse.
These signs all indicated one thing. There were barbarians in the mountains, and even one or two tribes.
On the fifth day, a figure appeared on a lonely peak. It was sunset, and the setting sun in the distance was like a fire, making that figure even more domineering. Allen looked at the figure from afar across the three mountains, then quickened his pace.
Frius had already caught up.
On the seventh day after Allen entered the mountains, in a valley that was neither big nor small. Two groups of people were fighting. These people were not dressed properly. Most of them only had a beast skin skirt around their waists. The weapons they held were also very rough, but everyone's Origin Energy wasn't low, and they all looked like they were at Level 16 or Level 17.
Even in the two empires, a Level 16 or Level 7 Origin Energy would still be considered elite soldiers. However, the people in the valley were clearly uncivilized Barbarians. In the middle of the battlefield, two men were fighting. These two people were exceptionally tall and sturdy than the others. Apart from the beast skirt around his waist, there was a chain strung with beast teeth around his neck and wrists. One of them was bald and held an axe, while the other had long hair and a hammer in both hands. The two of them were filled with flames, and the shadows of exotic beasts appeared behind them, but they both had the strength of Level 27 or 28.
Obviously, this was the leader of both sides.
The two men were in the middle of a fierce battle. After colliding fiercely with each other, they retreated at the same time. Under the pressure of their auras, both sides retreated, revealing a blank space. The two leaders were about to fight again when a figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield.
It was a silver-haired young man wearing a beast skin and holding an extraordinarily large saber in his hand. The two leaders looked at each other in dismay. It was obvious that this man didn't belong to either side. Upon closer inspection, he didn't have any Origin Energy aura on his body, but he didn't know how he had appeared on the battlefield.
In the next moment, another figure appeared opposite the silver-haired man.
It was also a man with a slender figure. He wore good armor that made the eyes of the two leaders shine. At this moment, the battle outside the battlefield was still going on. There was a strange silence in the middle. The two men seemed to not see the barbarians around them and only looked at each other.
Finally, the bald leader couldn't hold it in any longer. Whether it was the huge saber in the silver-haired man's hand or the armor on the black-haired man's body, they were all extraordinary treasures in his eyes. He was confident in his combat strength, so he immediately raised his axe and slashed at the black-haired man closest to him.
The leader on the other side was afraid that he would be too slow and snatch away the huge saber in the silver-haired man's hand. He suddenly roared and smashed his hammers towards the head of the man who was clearly much thinner than him.
Then, the barbarians on both sides saw an unbelievable scene.
The black-haired man raised his hand and pointed a finger at the bald leader's axe. Then, the axe began to tremble violently, and the tremors spread to the leader's body. The bald man's eyes widened like copper bells. In the next moment, the axe shattered inch by inch, and the man exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
On the other side, the silver-haired man only raised his giant saber. Without any other movements, the leader holding the two hammers suddenly stiffened. Following that, a red line spread from between his eyebrows to his waist. Finally, his body split apart in the middle, and blood and internal organs flowed out after falling to the ground.
The scene was as quiet as a ghost realm, but the battlefield was still filled with killing sounds, and the atmosphere was extremely strange. Only then did the barbarians on both sides scream and squeeze out with all their might. They shouted and shouted, and the people who were still fighting finally stopped. Then, they slowly retreated and finally escaped from the valley.
Frius shrugged and said, "It's finally quiet."
"That's right."
"Then let's begin." The Black Emperor punched out, ignoring space. In front of the fist, Allen's face continued to expand, and then it was blocked by the blade of the Broken Hymn.
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