Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 255: Battle Breathing

Looking at Alan's panicked expression, Windsor Belo shook her head and said, "This won't do, Little Alan. We've been together for more than a year, but we haven't taken down that little girl yet. Wait "

Windsor Belo suddenly laughed wickedly, "Could it be that my little Allen hasn't really become a man yet? Tsk tsk tsk, that won't do. All those kids in Babylon have already tasted women since they were twelve or thirteen years old. You actually, haha hahahaha "

Seeing that his teacher couldn't help but laugh, Alan's face turned red and he gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher, you're going too far!"

"How could that be? This is also a way for me to care about students." Windsor Belo couldn't help but laugh heartily again. Finally, she put her hand on Ellen and said, "Shall I help you think of a way to take down Her Highness Lucy in a few days?"

"Thank you so much!"

Windsor Belo shook her head and said, "You're not old enough to talk. You look a bit like Mr. Horn. Alright, let's get on with our homework. Let's start by training you to lock on to your opponent."

She retreated, crossed her waist, and looked at Allen without the slightest posture.

Alan asked, "What should I do?"

"Attack me with all your might." A mischievous smile appeared on Windsor Belo's face, and a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes. "As long as you can touch me, no matter what, even if it's just a corner of your clothes, the teacher will reward you well. You can do whatever you want."

Alan smiled bitterly, knowing that she was teasing him again. Without answering, Alan rushed to Windsor Belo and spoke with his own actions.

"Boring kid!" Windsor Belo snorted. When Alan handed over the heavy saber, she gently slid sideways, causing Alan's heavy saber to fall into the air.

The sound of Alan's saber rang out from the training ground, as did Windsor Belo's guidance from time to time. Marshal Greed finally became serious, constantly pointing out Alan's deficiencies in the battle. Occasionally, he would strike back and hit Alan's flaw. Her counterattack was fast and fierce, but her strength was very accurate. Allen only felt pain and did not get hurt. After a few times, Allen beat her up a little better, but he was still able to move with his knife.

A few hours later, Alan finally couldn't move. Origin Energy was squeezed out of Windsor Belo's body, but she didn't even touch a single corner of her clothes. On the other hand, Windsor Belo didn't even sweat at all, which made Alan both angry and helpless.

Alan leaned against a training equipment and rested. Windsor Belo sat on it with her long legs hanging around him. The beautiful curve wrapped under the black stockings made Ellen annoyed and happy. After all, not everyone was as close to Windsor Belo as he was.

Above his head, Windsor Belo's voice sounded, "Your attacks are strong, but every time you slash down, you will not be able to sustain your strength. The next slash will have to explode with all of your strength. If your opponent's Origin Energy is comparable to yours, then your endurance will be greatly reduced." "If your opponent's Origin Energy is deeper than yours, then your endurance will be greatly reduced."

Alan's attention was immediately focused on Windsor Belo's guidance. He asked humbly, "Then what should I do?"

"Breathe." Windsor Belo jumped down and gently pressed her hand on her chest, taking a long breath. So the waves in his chest almost distracted Allen, "Breathing is natural. When you breathe, did you ever think of doing it deliberately?" "It's a breath of life. It's a breath of life. It's a breath of life. It's a breath of life. It's a breath of life. It's a breath of life."

She asked herself, "No." Because this movement has become part of our life movement, and so has fighting. The Origin Energy whistled as he withdrew his remaining strength. Such repetition naturally didn't stop. Although your Origin Energy will be consumed, your endurance will be greatly enhanced. "Most importantly, only by attacking and withdrawing, exhaling and inhaling, and covertly complying with the laws, can we be invulnerable!"

Thunder rang out in Alan's mind. Windsor Belo's words gave him a great hint. He even thought of how to apply the so-called "battle breathing" theory of the female marshal to the Flame Breath Flash. Thinking back to the previous two seals on Kamu in the Holy Site, he was forced to continuously use his Flame Breath Flash. One could imagine how much energy Allen had expended when he slashed down with three or four blades, and he had already consumed more than half of his Origin Energy.

If he could do as Windsor Belo had said, and withdraw his saber, if he could breathe, then he would naturally retain his remaining strength and match it with Sinorama, could he increase the number of flame breath flashes? If he could do this, then Flame Breath Flash would be able to transform into a completely new and powerful battle technique.

Seeing that Alan's eyes were glowing, he knew that he had come to a realization. Windsor Belo nodded in satisfaction. She was not a stupid student!

"Alright, let's call it a day. Come and find me here at the same time tomorrow."

Alan nodded. He could get her guidance. Every minute was precious. How could he be unwilling?

By the next night, Alan had arrived, and Windsor Belo had arrived early in the morning. '"I heard you also have Origin Tools?" He asked when he saw Alan.

Alan nodded.

"Very good, close the door and show me."

"Here?"

"Right here!"

Alan shrugged his shoulders. Although displaying Origin Tools in the training hall seemed to be a little rash, Windsor Belo accepted it and didn't have any objections. After closing the door of the training hall, Alan wiped his hand and the devil's praise landed in his hand. Alan sent out a will towards the Origin Tool. The devil's praise immediately grew red, and the light twisted into a cocoon of light. The light cocoon continued to grow, and the icy killing intent that filled the space was like an ancient vicious beast, causing Windsor Belo's entire body to turn cold.

The light cocoon shattered, and the Second Grade Annihilator appeared in Allen's hands. However, the Anthem of Annihilation seemed to be a little strange this time. When the heavy sniper appeared, the lines on its body lit up automatically. Then, a voice whispered in Allen's mind, "The blood of an expert. Kill her and give her blood to me!"

The murmur was repeated again and again, and at first, it was as low as a valley of wind. A moment later, it filled Alan's heart and shook his soul. It was like a devil from the Purgatory Abyss roaring at him!

Alan struggled to resist the will that had suddenly emerged from the Anthem of Destruction. At this moment, Windsor Belo suddenly stepped forward. "Shut up!" He shouted, holding down the heavy sniper with one hand. "You twittering fellow, you're so noisy!"

When Windsor Belo shouted out loudly, her body naturally emitted an awe-inspiring aura. In Allen's eyes, the ceiling of the training hall quietly disappeared, and a vast and endless void appeared on Windsor Belo's head! Within the void, a vast and solemn aura descended like a heavenly river, suppressing it arrogantly. At this moment, the Destruction Heavy Sniper released a violent killing intent and charged upstream.

The two auras collided heavily in Alan's perception. The killing intent of the Destruction Heavy Sniper was immediately shocked, and then it was firmly suppressed by Windsor Belo's might. The infinite void above her head crushed down like heaven and earth, causing Alan's soul to scream. Under the suppression of this unparalleled might, the murderous intent and will of the Anthem of Annihilation all returned to the Origin Tool.

At this moment, Windsor Belo's aura was slowly withdrawn.

Alan collapsed to the ground and looked at Windsor Belo.

If there was a third person in the training hall, he would definitely be puzzled. On the surface, Windsor Belo only shouted at the Anthem of Destruction and suppressed the killing intent of the Origin Tool. However, in reality, it was a clash of two imposing auras. Among them, Alan was in direct contact with Windsor Belo's natural momentum.

Her momentum was filled with the domineering aura of the Grand Dao traveling alone, invincible in everything. This and Allen's Moon Falling Star, the destruction of everything into ashes, each took over the arena without authorization. The difference was that Windsor Belo had already become powerful, while Alan was still recovering. Even so, Windsor Belo suppressed the will of the Origin Tool by relying on her strength alone. Her strength was already worthy of the word "terrifying".

The two auras collided in the training hall, but it affected the entire base. However, for ordinary soldiers, their entire bodies were cold. Their strength was not qualified to sense the terrifying auras of these two auras. However, all of the officers and Gao Lei felt as if the two storms in the base were shaking their memories, causing their minds to surge and their blood energy to become chaotic. The more powerful he was, the deeper the impact would be.

The other officers' faces were pale, but Gao Lei coughed out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, startling the adjutant beside him.

"Colonel, this is " The adjutant hurriedly asked.

Gao Lei waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "Nothing, it doesn't matter."

He looked out of the window in the direction of the training hall. Of the two auras, one he recognized was Windsor Belo, and the other was very similar to the one Alan had used to kill the Saber Demon General. He wanted to break his head, but he didn't know what had happened to the two of them in the training hall.

Alan sat for nearly ten minutes before he could stand up again. Windsor Belo looked at the heavy sniper in his hand and said, "It's not surprising that Origin Tools possess willpower. Those who can drive Origin Tools are all top experts of their time. When they use Origin Tools, they will also inject a portion of their emotions into the Origin Tools so that later generations can feel some fragments of their willpower. However, this one is really special "

"Its will is definitely not a remnant of its previous master's. It has its own will. It actually wanted to eat me just now. What a bold fellow."

"Independent will?"

'"Yes, I have my own will. Since I have the so-called soul, I guess I should call it the soul of the Origin Tool. It's really rare. As far as I know, only the Dawn Nova in Emperor Orfasis's possession possesses the soul of the Origin Tool. Of course, I have your soul now."

'"Alan, you must remember that the Origin Tool possesses an Origin Tool Soul. This means that it is old enough and powerful. However, this type of Origin Tool is often the most dangerous. You must constantly be strong to be able to suppress it. If you cannot suppress its soul, you will become a slave to the Origin Tool. At that time, the Origin Tool will become a puppet dominated by it!" Windsor Belo said earnestly.

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