Kodorf didn't think much of Vincent. Even if Vincent and Allen were both rank ten engravers. However, Allen came from the surface and participated in the cruel death arena. His experience in fighting enemies was definitely not something that Vincent, who usually fought with the clan guards, could compare to. Moreover, Allen had just gone to the surface not long ago and destroyed a hunting group.
After returning to Babylon, he was attacked again. Facing a Level 16 killer, not only did he survive, he even repelled the killer. How could a greenhouse flower like Vincent compare to such a ruthless fighting style?
Seeing the confrontation between the two of them, Kodorf quietly retreated. What does a battle that is bound to be lost look like?
Vincent's eyes were red, and his chest seemed to be burning with flames. He couldn't help but loosen the button on his collar, pull up his sleeves, and look at Allen with a deep breath. He really couldn't let go. More than half a year ago, Allen was just a boy on the surface, struggling to survive on the food and clothing line every day. As for him, Vincent, as the most promising disciple in his family, should have had a bright future.
However, Allen suddenly jumped into his life, and everything changed. However, a lowly commoner on the surface received Horn's invitation. Not to mention joining the clan, he also had the same status and authority as him. In fact, Horn even asked him to study at Dawn Blade. Everything was going in the direction of nurturing him into an elite of the clan.
Vincent could not accept this fact. A mere outer clan disciple, what right did he have to obtain more resources than him?
Even now, he actually dared to challenge him and force him to accept the challenge. Regardless of whether he won or lost this battle, he would lose face in the future!
Everything shouldn't have been like this. Vincent roared in his heart. Looking at Allen, his eyes were about to spit out flames. He had already decided to ignore the so-called bottom line and kill this eyesore in front of him first.
Catalyzed by alcohol and anger, Vincent charged at Allen like a mad bull. This collision was completely disorderly, and there was no skill to speak of. It relied purely on brute force, like a scoundrel fighting in the marketplace, causing the onlookers to lower their evaluation of him by another level. Vincent, on the other hand, didn't think about anything else. He only wanted to knock down Allen and take his life.
How could Allen do as he wished?
An extremely easy spinning step caused Vincent to knock over a large number of tables and chairs, causing the spectators to cry out in alarm and disperse. However, this collision made Vincent sober up a little. He remembered the words of his instructor, who had taught him combat techniques, and forced himself to calm down. He then began to push the Origin Energy in his body, gradually producing a blurry yellow light that swept across his body, forming a square shield pattern on his chest.
A brass-like luster flashed across Vincent's skin like flowing water. Vincent stretched out his hand and flicked his finger on his arm, causing a metallic sound to ring out. He said proudly, "This is my ability 'Iron Wall'. It makes my skin as hard as steel. Allen, with your strength, you can't break through this layer of steel skin of mine! "
Allen nodded and said, "That's more like it. If you were to fight like a madman, I wouldn't even have the thought of fighting you."
His tone was filled with contempt, causing Vincent's heart to burn with anger.
Dark Destruction was unsheathed, and Allen leaned forward slightly. He threw the scabbard to the ground, held the saber with both hands, pointed straight at the front of the saber, and the blade was right in the middle of his eyes. Allen's mind was focused on the blade, and an invisible aura rushed towards Vincent. Vincent felt a chill run down his spine as he felt his aura collide, and he was secretly shocked. In this moment of absent-mindedness, Allen moved.
He suddenly sprinted forward, from starting, sprinting, to cutting in front of Vincent, a series of movements were completed in high school, almost as if they were an inseparable whole, as natural as breathing. After experiencing many life and death battles, especially under the stimulation of facing the level 16 killer on the aerodrome, Allen's saber skills had unknowingly increased by a level.
Dark Destruction was raised, and the patterns on the blade were activated. The blade trembled as it slashed at Vincent's forehead, shoulders, and chest. The straight blade slashed through the air, and the saber light of its own Origin Energy was like a shadow. For a moment, Vincent's eyes were filled with dazzling saber light. His heart was cold, so how could he tell the difference between a clear saber and a saber light? Vincent immediately shouted and hugged his head, activating a layer of Origin Energy Shield to protect his entire body.
The straight saber slashed down, producing a series of crisp "dang dang dang" sounds. The saber first weakened the Origin Energy Shield by two points, and then slashed onto Vincent's steel skin. It was as if it had slashed through steel, leaving only white marks on his body, but not even a trace of blood could be seen.
The defensive form's ability was indeed amazing, allowing Vincent to withstand Allen's three slashes like an iron turtle without being injured.
Vincent was overjoyed to see that Allen's straight saber could not break through his defense. His courage suddenly increased, and he shouted loudly as he raised his iron fist and smashed it towards Allen. Allen wasn't in a hurry either. The straight saber in his hand slashed out streaks of moonlight. The crescent moon slashed down, and the blade continuously collided with Vincent's iron fist, creating sparks. Vincent relied on his "Iron Wall" ability to become a person who could attack Allen's endless crescent moon slash.
The blade collided with the iron fist, and the Origin Energy collided with the Origin Energy, producing a series of intersecting sounds. The two of them let go of their attacks, but they fought brilliantly, causing the spectators to cry out in alarm or shout loudly. After a round of dense, torrential attacks, Allen slashed out with all his might, causing Vincent to retreat repeatedly and smash into a few tables and chairs. Allen did not chase after him and stood with his saber in hand. Vincent got up and reappeared the confrontation.
Vincent shook his hand, even though the iron wall's ability made his skin as hard as steel and the saber couldn't cut through it. However, even Allen had so many sabers, and the blades that carried Origin Energy collided repeatedly. It would be a lie to say that it didn't hurt. However, Vincent grinned and laughed, "What's wrong? Is there no other way? Haha, you can't break my defense. Are you afraid? "
Allen stood with his saber horizontally, his left hand lightly resting on the blade, and whispered, "Idiot, it's just a little beating. What's there to be proud of? Moreover, could it be that your iron wall can be used indefinitely? "
Vincent choked on his saliva, and the smile on his face froze. The iron wall was a continuous ability, so it was naturally impossible for it to be used indefinitely. Just like Allen's burning, the time limit of the iron wall was one minute. When the time limit was up and his ability disappeared, Vincent really didn't know what he could use to block Allen's saber. With a muffled snort, he leaned forward and sprinted. Vincent planned to kill Allen before the time limit expired.
This was his only choice now.
"You seem to have forgotten one thing." An orange Origin Energy pattern flashed across Allen's body, and the engraving of a prairie blade appeared between his eyebrows. As soon as his hand slashed across the saber, the straight saber was immediately wrapped around by the whistling orange flames.
The sudden appearance of the flames illuminated Vincent's eyes. Only then did Vincent realize that Allen had yet to activate the inscription and use his ability!
In the bar, as the Dark Destruction Saber slashed out, a blazing moon quietly rose. The flame arc slashed towards Vincent's head with unstoppable momentum. Vincent's charge changed to a brake step and his arms crossed to receive a blow from the Flaming Moon.
Amidst the loud and clear striking sound that shook one's heartstrings, flames splashed everywhere in the arena. The explosion was accompanied by a ring-shaped shockwave that spread out, pushing the guests closer to the explosion back one after another. After the sparks fell, Vincent was unharmed. However, there was a scarlet fire seal on his arms, like burning red metal. He bit his teeth. Allen's saber did not cut off his hand, but the thousand-degree Origin Energy flames burned him until he cried out in pain.
The iron wall only made his skin as hard as steel, but it could not isolate the heat, nor could it block the pain.
The Flaming Moon rose again.
This time, Vincent was truly flustered. In his eyes, a round of flame arcs fell and slashed towards him. Vincent had no choice but to squeeze out all the Origin Energy in his body and turn them into an Origin Energy Shield. Then, he superimposed the defensive power of the iron wall to withstand Allen's endless attacks. The Origin Energy Shield continuously repeated the process of shattering and condensing. Gradually, Vincent's Origin Energy was almost dried up. His hands were terrifyingly red, like steel bars being roasted in a raging flame.
With another slash, Dark Destruction bounced up. Allen turned his wrist and swung his blade upwards, slashing out a flaming moon towards the dome of the bar. Just as everyone was wondering what Allen's Air Slash was up to, a large amount of water suddenly sprayed down from the dome. The sprinkler that was originally installed on the dome of the bar was activated by the heat of the Flaming Moon and sprayed cold water.
The cold water hit Vincent's arms. His hands were originally burned red by the high temperature of the Flaming Moon, but now that they were stimulated by the cold water, they immediately emitted white smoke. His skin suddenly cooled down under the extreme heat. Coupled with the disappearance of the iron wall's ability, it immediately cracked open, causing Vincent to cry out in pain.
At this moment, Allen slashed down again!
Vincent naturally raised his arm and remembered that his ability had already faded. His expression immediately changed and he screamed, "Wait, wait …"
Dark Destruction slashed past.
Vincent shouted, his eyes bloodshot. Within the scarlet color, a pair of broken arms flew up and fell. His hands were cut off from the elbow, and blood sprayed out from the wound. Then he was licked by the flames on the Dark Destruction Saber. He was burnt alive, but his blood vessels were sealed. However, after this heavy injury, Vincent's eyes darkened and he fainted. He fell unconscious in the water mixed with blood.
The entire arena was silent.
Allen withdrew his ability and let the Dark Destruction be struck by the water until a ball of white smoke appeared. Only then did he pick up the scabbard. He sheathed his saber and looked at his companions who came with Vincent not far away. "Take him to the hospital. When he wakes up, tell him for me. If he still wants revenge, I'll take it. But next time, it will be an endless end. "
The youths looked at each other and smiled bitterly. They all knew that Vincent would never be able to take revenge in his life. Allen acted according to the rules, and even Vincent's family would not be able to make a big fuss about this matter. As for Vincent, his hands had been cut off, and he was like a cripple. He, who was no match for Allen, would only grow further and further apart in the future. As long as Allen became a core figure in Bescot, even if the Vincent family wanted to avenge him, they would have to weigh the pros and cons.
The result was often nothing. After all, Vincent had other siblings. His family had other choices, and it was not worth it to risk offending the family for a worthless Vincent.
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