Edge of the Apocalypse

Kodorf wasn't optimistic about Vincent. Even Vincent and Allen were both rank ten engravers. However, Alan came from the surface and participated in the cruel death arena. His experience against his enemies was definitely not something Vincent could compare to. Not long ago, Alan had just gone to the surface and exterminated a hunting group.

After returning to Babylon, he was attacked and killed. Facing a Level 16 killer, not only did he manage to survive, he even managed to repel the killer. Such a vicious fighting style, how could a greenhouse flower like Vincent compare?

Seeing the confrontation between the two of them, Kodorf quietly retreated. It seemed like he was going to lose the battle.

Vincent's eyes were red and his chest seemed to be burning with flames. He loosened the button on his collar, pulled up his sleeve, and looked at Alan with a big breath. He really couldn't let go of it. More than half a year ago, Alan was just a boy on the surface, struggling to survive on the subsistence line every day. As for Vincent, as the most promising disciple in the family, he should have a bright future.

But Alan suddenly jumped into his life, and everything became different. However, a pariah had been invited by Horn. Not to mention joining the clan, he also had the same status and authority as him. In fact, Horn even sent him to study at Dawn Blade. Everything was going in the direction of nurturing him into a family elite.

Vincent could not accept the fact that a mere outsider could obtain more resources than him.

Even now, he actually dared to challenge him and forced himself to accept the challenge. Regardless of whether he wins or loses this battle, he will lose face in the future!

Everything shouldn't have been like this. Vincent roared in his heart. Seeing that Alan's eyes were about to spit out flames, he had already decided to ignore the so-called bottom line and kill this obnoxious brat first.

Catalyzed by alcohol and anger, Vincent crashed into Allen like a mad bull. This collision was completely out of order, not to mention the slightest bit of skill. Relying on pure brute force, it was like a rogue fighting on the streets, causing the onlookers to have a lower evaluation of it. Vincent didn't think about it now. He just wanted to let Alan go and take his life.

How could Alan do what he wanted.

Vincent knocked over a large number of tables and chairs with an extremely relaxed spinning step, causing the several spectators on the other side to cry out in alarm and disperse. However, this collision caused Vincent to wake up. He remembered the words of the mentor who had taught him fighting skills and forced himself to calm down. He then began to push his internal origin energy, 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, producing a golden sound. He said proudly, "This is my ability, 'Iron Wall'. It makes my skin as hard as steel. Alan, with your strength, you can't break through my steel skin!"

Alan nodded and said, "That's decent. If you beat me up like a madman, I won't be able to have the mood to fight you."

His tone was slightly contemptuous, causing Vincent's heart to burn with anger.

The Dark Destruction Clang was unsheathed, and the Allen slightly leaned forward. The scabbard was thrown to the ground, both hands holding the saber, the front finger of the saber was straight, and the blade was right in the middle of his eyes. Allen focused his mind on the blade and charged at Vincent with an invisible aura. Vincent was struck by his imposing aura, his entire body suffused with a burst of coldness, and he was secretly shocked. At this moment when he was absent-minded, Alan moved.

Suddenly, he sprinted forward. From the start, he sprinted forward, and a series of movements were completed at high speed before he cut into Vincent's body. It was almost like an inseparable whole, as if he was breathing naturally. After experiencing many life-and-death battles, especially when faced with the level 16 assassin on the aerodrome, Allen's saber skill had unknowingly risen to a whole new level.

Dark Annihilation lifted up, and the blade lines activated. The blade chaotically trembled and slashed at Vincent's forehead, shoulders, and chest. The blade of the straight blade slashed through the air, and the saber light of its own origin energy was like a shadow attached to it. For a moment, Vincent's eyes were filled with dazzling saber light. His mind was cold, so how could he distinguish the difference between a real saber and a saber light? Vincent immediately shouted and cupped his head, activating another layer of Origin Energy Shield to protect his entire body.

The straight saber continuously slashed, releasing a series of crisp sounds of "clang dang dang dang". The saber force first weakened the Origin Energy Shield by two points, and then it slashed down on Vincent's steel skin. As expected, it was like cutting steel. It only left white marks on his body, but not even a trace of blood could be seen.

Vincent's defensive ability was indeed great, allowing him to be like an iron tortoise and be unharmed by Allen's three slashes.

Vincent was overjoyed to see that Alan's saber was unable to break through the defense. Immediately, his courage surged, and he shouted loudly, swung his iron fist and smashed it at Alan. Alan wasn't in a hurry either. The straight saber slashed out strands of moonlight in his hand. The crescent moon slashed down, and the blade continuously collided with Vincent's iron fist to form a shrouded starfire. Vincent relied on his [Iron Wall] ability to become the first person to be able to attack under Allen's crescent moon slash without any gaps.

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 attacked wildly, but they fought vigorously, causing the spectators to cry out in alarm or cry out loudly. After a shower of attacks, Alan slashed out with all his might, causing Vincent to retreat and smash several tables and chairs into pieces. Ellen didn't chase after him and stood with his saber in his hand. Vincent crawled up and reappeared in the confrontation.

Vincent waved his hand, although the iron wall's ability made his skin as hard as steel, and the knife could not cut through it. However, even with so many blades, the blades that carried Origin Energy collided repeatedly. It was a lie to say that it didn't hurt. But Vincent grinned and said, "What's wrong? Are you done? Haha, you can't break my defense. Are you afraid?"

Alan stood with his saber crossed, his left hand gently touching the blade and whispered, "Idiot, it's just a few strikes. What's there to be proud of? Also, can your iron wall be used for an indefinite period of time?"

Vincent felt as if he was choking on a mouthful of water, and the smile on his face froze. Iron walls were of a continuous nature, so it was naturally impossible for them to be used indefinitely. Just like Allen's burning, the time limit for the iron wall was one minute. The time limit was about to expire. After his ability disappeared, Vincent really didn't know what he would do to block Alan's saber. With a muffled snort, he leaned forward and charged forward. Vincent intended to kill Alan before the time limit for his ability had expired.

This was also his only choice.

"You seem to have forgotten something." Allen's body flashed with an orange-yellow Genesis Light Mark, and between his eyebrows appeared the carving of the Prairie Flaming Blade. The hand on the saber sliced past, and the straight saber was immediately wrapped around by the roaring orange flames.

The sudden flames lit up Vincent's eyes. Only then did Vincent realize that Allen hadn't activated the engraving yet, so he didn't have the ability to use it!

In the bar, a blazing moon quietly rose as Dark Destruction slashed out. The arc of flames slashed towards Vincent, unstoppable. Vincent changed his charge to brake, his arms crossed and he was struck by Flaming Moon.

As the heartstrings shook loudly, fire splashed everywhere in the field. The explosive flames spread out along with an annular shockwave, pushing the nearer guests back. After the sparks fell, Vincent was completely unharmed. However, there was a scarlet-red flame mark on his arms, as if it was a burning metal. He clenched his teeth. Allen didn't cut off his hand with a single blade, but the thousand-degree high temperature Origin Energy flames burned him to the point where he cried out in pain.

The iron wall only made his skin as hard as steel, but it could not isolate the high heat, nor could it obscure the pain.

Flaming Moon rose again.

Vincent was really panicking now. In his eyes, a series of flame arcs slashed towards him. Vincent had no choice but to squeeze out all the Origin Energy in his body and turn them into Origin Energy shields. Then, he added on the defensive power of the iron wall to withstand Alan's endless attacks. The Origin Energy Shield continued to shatter and condense. Gradually, Vincent's Origin Energy almost dried up. Those hands were even more terrifyingly red, looking like steel bars baked in a blazing flame.

With another slash, Dark Destruction bounced up. Alan turned his wrist and slanted his blade upwards, slicing out a Flaming Moon towards the dome of the bar. Just as everyone didn't know what Allen's Sky Slash was up to, a large amount of water sprayed down from the dome. The sprinkler that was originally installed on the dome of the bar was stimulated by the heat of the Flaming Moon, so it started naturally and sprinkled cold water.

The cold water slammed into Vincent's arms. His hands were originally burning red from the high temperature brought by Flaming Moon, but now, he was stirred by the cold water and immediately emitted white smoke. Under the extreme heat, his skin suddenly cooled down, coupled with the disappearance of the iron wall's ability, he immediately tore open the cracks, causing Vincent to scream out in pain.

At this moment, Alan slashed down again!

Vincent naturally raised his arm and remembered that his ability had faded. His expression immediately changed and he screamed, "Wait, wait …"

Dark Destruction Slashed.

Vincent shouted, his eyes bloodshot. Within the scarlet color, a pair of broken arms flew up and landed. His hands were cut off from his elbows, and blood sprayed out of the cut. After being licked by the flames on the Dark Destruction Saber, it was burnt to a crisp, but it sealed off the blood vessels. However, Vincent's eyes darkened and he fainted. He fell unconscious in the water mixed with blood.

The entire arena was completely silent.

Allen retracted his ability and allowed Andun to recover the scabbard after being struck with a ball of white smoke by the water. "Take him to the hospital. Tell him when he wakes up. If he still wants revenge, I'll take it. But next time, it'll be the end of his life." He looked at his companions who had come with Vincent not far away.

The youths looked at each other and smiled bitterly. They all knew that Vincent would never want to take revenge in this lifetime. Alan followed the rules and even Vincent's family could not make a big fuss about it. Vincent's hands were sliced off, making him look like a cripple. He, who had already lost to Alan, would only get further and further apart in the future. As long as Allen became a core figure of Bescot, even if the Vinson Clan wanted to avenge him, they would still have to weigh the gains and losses.

The result is often nothing, after all, Vincent has other siblings. His family had other choices, and there was no need to risk offending someone important for a worthless Vincent.

This was the rules of the game between nobles!