Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 116: Enemies And Friends

With a clanking sound, he secretly unsheathed himself.

Alan grabbed a clean handkerchief and gently brushed past the knife. When he reached the tip of the blade, the blade gave off a halo in the afternoon sun, and every energy conduction line could be clearly seen. The smooth blade even reflected Alan's face.

Leon swayed behind him and appeared on the mirror-smooth blade. Alan sheathed his saber and stood up. Leon clasped his hands against a fir tree and said, "The counterattack this morning was beautiful, but I have to warn you, don't underestimate Diego."

"I know." Allen stood up with his saber in his arms and said, "If we split up the battle of life and death, the outcome would be hard to predict. However, I still have some confidence that we can only slash him three times."

"I really don't know if you should say you're confident or arrogant. Diego isn't some Vincent type guy you've chopped down before." Leon shook his head.

"I didn't say it casually." Allen suddenly straightened his back, and an overwhelming sharpness instantly surged out. "A person's combat skills are often related to their temperament. Judging from Diego's words and actions, I can roughly guess that his combat skills should be mostly vicious and biased. The outcome of such an opponent's life-and-death battle was hard to predict. But if you want to block me head-on, I will give him an unexpected surprise. "

Leon stroked his chin and said, "You're very accurate. From what you've said, I think I can kill that bitch with three axes."

"That's right. That's why I ordered three strikes. If the opponent were you, don't think I would be so generous. I wouldn't end up without thirty strikes." Alan remembered Leon's axe. The axe was more powerful than his saber, and he could easily determine the outcome with three or five strikes. If his opponent was Leon, Ellen didn't want to use a frontal attack strategy. It was likely that his saber would be cut off.

Leon laughed and said, "This flattery of yours is really comfortable. How about this, if you win against Diego, then all the rewards I get from this autumn hunt will go to you?"

Alan looked him up and down and said, "Looks like you can only roll back to Babylon empty handed."

"If that's the case, I'm happy that it's too late." Leon looked to the side of the camp, and there was a voice, saying, "Here he comes. Let's go, brother."

The gambling between Alan and Diego had already spread throughout the camps of the various families. One of them was the winner of the death arena. He was the lucky one who had been recruited by the Bescord family just after leaving Yellowstone Park. He was one of the direct students appointed by Marshal Windsor Belo. He was very famous. It could be said that everyone in Babylon knew about this. The other was a young man from the Grant Clan, who was also a student of the Great Sequence Master Lawrence.

However, no matter how strong Allen was, he was only a disciple of Beth Cord's side branch, and there weren't many people who were optimistic about him. However, there were still some good people betting on the duel between the two. After an entire morning, basically everyone knew about the friction between the two youths. On the contrary, Leon's feud with his siblings had been reduced by quite a bit.

The location of the gamble was an open space behind the camp, which had long since been surrounded by people. When Alan arrived, he saw several familiar faces. Regis, Adele, and even Weber were amazed. Webb looked at Alan with a fake smile, hoping that Alan would make a fool of himself.

Leon followed behind Alan, patted his shoulder and retreated to the side. Alan came in with his saber in his hand. Diego was already there. Diego had an extra rifle in his hand. The rifle was nearly two meters long and was half a head taller than Diego. The energy conduction patterns on the spear body were spirally distributed, and the spear tip shone brightly in the sunlight. Diego stood there with his gun in hand.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at Ellen with disdain, "I thought you wouldn't dare to come."

Ellen laughed and said, "Why should I miss out on a good thing that only wins and never loses?"

Diego raised the end of the gun and the gun rebounded. He casually shook his hand. The tip of the spear trembled wildly, giving off a cold glint. He nodded and said, "I'll see if you can laugh later."

"Hello, let's begin. You know, I still have to prepare for tomorrow's hunt."

"Bring your horse over." Diego shouted coldly.

Alan raised his saber and pulled it out of its sheath. The blade reflected the afternoon sunlight and shone on Diego's eyes like an autumn water. Diego couldn't help but close his eyes. At this moment, Alan moved.

Dragging his saber, he sped away.

But in an instant, Alan had already arrived at Diego's side. The saber bounced up and drew a perfect arc, slashing towards Diego's left shoulder!

Diego snorted. The spear lightning shot out, turning into a bolt of cold lightning that struck Allen's blade with incomparable precision. The knives and guns collided, producing an ear-splitting explosion. Along with the splashing of sparks, an invisible ripple of origin energy interacted and spread out, turning into a suffocating gale that caused the spectators' hair to dance wildly and their clothes to hunt.

The two figures merged and separated, and Alan slid back like the tide. The moment they entered and retreated, they were as natural as breathing, leaving no room for Diego to retaliate.

First Saber!

Just the first slash caused the hearts of the nobles to stir and they were unable to do anything themselves. Allen's saber technique was simple and refined, using pure speed and momentum to defeat his enemies. Although there were many people present, the five fingers that could clearly see his movements could be counted. When more people reacted, the straight saber had already launched a sharp slash. It could be imagined that when he and Diego changed seats, they could only clasp their heads and roll on the ground, temporarily avoiding the spotlight. However, that would inevitably attract an even sharper attack from Allen. Once he lost his first hand, Allen's saber power would unleash. With his lightning-fast style of fighting, not to mention three slashes, he was afraid that he would have to admit defeat with the second slash.

However, Diego was still able to pick Alan's fast saber at such a disadvantage and force a draw. It could be seen that after this enchanting and enchanting family, there was also a bit of talent and practical learning.

Alan took a deep breath and his eyes gradually lit up as he circulated his Origin Energy. Diego, who had tasted his sharp knife, was unwilling to let Alan attack first. "It's my turn!" He shouted.

Shouting, Fang Xie let out a shrill roar!

The gun in Diego's hand started to spin wildly without knowing what method he was using. The spear tip spun like a drill, letting out an intimidating howl. Diego leaned forward and stabbed the spear. He was one with the spear. He couldn't tell if it was a man with a gun or a gun with a man.

Thunderous applause rang out, and everyone cheered repeatedly. Diego's spear skills were indeed outstanding.

Allen's saber didn't move, and his eyes suddenly lit up, giving off an astonishing aura out of thin air. Instantly, there was nothing left in Diego's eyes other than Alan's one man and one knife. He suddenly had a feeling that Alan would ignore his spear momentum and send the knife into his chest!

This was ridiculous!

Just as he thought of this, Alan moved. As expected, as if he couldn't see the battle spear that was about to reach his chest, he swallowed his saber light and slashed towards Diego's position.

Diego's spear momentum immediately became chaotic, and the intimidating scream disappeared. A smile appeared on Allen's face as he slashed his saber in the middle of Diego's gun. The moment he struck, it was the moment when Diego's mind relaxed and his spear momentum no longer gathered as fiercely as before.

Instantly, the blade made the body of the spear tremble and Diego retreated.

Alan suddenly collided with his saber and crossed his left hand. He held the saber in his back and used his waist to twist and exert force. The straight saber slashed 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 lifted by Alan. When the bullets reached their peak, they landed on the grass five steps behind Diego. The spear trembled, just like Diego's complicated emotions.

He actually lost!

Allen's last two strikes were too fast to handle. Who would have thought that Allen would use his condensed will to reveal an unexpected flaw in Diego's originally unstoppable spear momentum? After that, he suddenly changed hands, causing Diego, who was already used to Allen's right hand wielding the saber, to be sent flying with a bullet in his hand.

If Allen's first slash was only fast and ruthless, then the latter two slashes showed his iron-like willpower, unexpected strategy, and flexible saber techniques. This was what he was truly terrifying about.

By the time Diego regained his senses, Alan had already left. Even Leon wasn't in the crowd. Alan didn't even make him fulfill his bet, which was worse than killing him. When he looked at the others, Diego read something else in the eyes of the others. He gritted his teeth and snorted coldly. He pulled out his gun and walked out of the crowd.

At night, several ovens were erected in the camp. On the stove, familiar chefs were cooking barbecue meat, and the family guards served as waiters, bringing plates of golden barbecue steaks 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 the crowd where Leon and Allen were.

"Come, let's give Ellen a toast. Those three slashes in the afternoon were so fucking beautiful, especially the last two slashes, that my eyes almost fell off." Leon raised his glass. It was rare for him to curse in front of a friend, but it sounded exceptionally pleasant.

All the disciples who had befriended Leon raised their glasses to Allen. Allen refused to budge and drank all the wine in his bosom, winning another round of applause. After drinking this glass of wine, it was time to move around freely. Leon took two plates and stuffed one of them into Allen's mouth. "You have to be careful. That kid Diego has a lot of grudges. You've humiliated him in front of everyone. I'm pretty sure he'll find trouble with you during the autumn hunt."

"I'm the one who should apologize," he sighed softly. "Because of me, you have a troublesome enemy in vain."

Ellen didn't mind. He swept his gaze through the crowd and said, "If you have enemies, you will naturally gain friends. This is an example. Don't worry, if Brother Diego comes looking for trouble with me, I don't mind dragging you into the water, unless you change your profession and want to be my enemy."

Leon said seriously, "Believe it or not, after seeing your three slashes in the afternoon, I hope I will never be your enemy."

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