Chapter 49 - Yan Yue

　　Everything is connected.

　　When Allen activated the engraving that belonged to him, the relationship of the source power system became clear at a glance. At this moment, he finally realized that source power was the root of everything, the driving force for launching abilities. Genetic circuits were the medium for unleashing abilities, and source power formed abilities through the circuits. As for the engraved mark, it was the integrator of the circuits, and when more circuits were implanted, the engraved mark could be advanced.

　　The engraved mark of advancement, on the other hand, activates more powerful circuits, thus exerting even greater power.

　　Source power, circuits, and engravings. The three are dependent on each other, and one is indispensable!

　　Alan bounced up from the ground, his body seemingly lighter than before. He noticed that his heart, which had been damaged in order to impact the barrier earlier, had completely recovered from its injuries, and the strength of the organ and even the blood vessels had been upgraded by a level. This should be the evolutionary nodes that naturally arose in his body when he advanced to become an Engraver playing a role. At that time, Allen's consciousness fell into a coma, and the body made its own judgment and used the nodes for the purpose of strengthening the tissues in the body.

　　In this way, Allen would be able to carry a stronger and fiercer source power without cutting down a thousand enemies and hurting himself like he did before.

　　Allen picked up Mad Butcher and swept out of the cave with his greatsword upside down. The mountain wind outside the cave was blowing rapidly, and the oncoming mountain wind brought a gunshot. Allen locked onto the location and immediately lunged towards the source of the gunshot.

　　I hadn't seen Lucy in the cave, and at the moment I heard gunshots. There was only one possibility, Lucy and Anse had exchanged blows!

　　A dark shadow rose up, and silver moonlight poured down from behind Anse's back, leaving a long, thin silhouette of Lucy. Anse grabbed at the girl with one hand, and wisps of dark purple light rose between the fingers of his hand, looking like a smoke being caught in Anse's hand.

　　Lucy cautiously moved sideways, allowing Anse to slap a palm onto the rock. The smoke between that palm sunk down, and the hard rock layer was as if it had instantly sanded away, giving a piece of Anse's smoke a raw erosion. Anse's five fingers brought it over, instantly raising a shower of flying sand, covering Lucy's head.

　　With her eyes in the sand, Lucy couldn't help but close them. Anse instantly flew up a leg, and Lucy heard the wind and instinctively crossed her arms in defense. The kick landed on her hands, causing her to retreat. Accidentally tripping over a rock on the ground, Lucy fell to the ground. She barely opened her eyes, which were red, and vaguely saw Anse walking towards her.

　　"You can't run away, Lucy. Might as well tell me where Alan is." Anse murmured.

　　After being lured away by Lucy, Anse also attacked aggressively. With insufficient ammunition, Lucy is unable to stop Anse from closing in. Finally, she closed the distance for him and fell into a disadvantage. But even at this moment, Lucy still raised her head proudly, "I can tell you, but do you dare to believe it?"

　　Anse had a big headache, Lucy made it clear that she would not reveal information about Allen to him. Allen's whereabouts made him very jealous, from these days of contact, Anse knew very well what kind of person Allen was. He wouldn't leave Lucy to escape by herself, and now since he didn't show up, it meant that he was planning something. And whatever he was planning, it was not favorable to Anse.

　　This unfavorable is aggravated by every minute that passes.

　　Unconsciously, Anse could no longer maintain his previous composure, and he yelled at Lucy, "Tell me now, or you die now!"

　　"I have another bullet here, so you can try and see who gives out first." Lucy said as she stood up, showing no weakness.

　　Anse nodded his head, he was going to do whatever it took to take out Lucy first before saying anything. The source power began to work, and as the light pattern circuits appeared one by one, the space behind Anse suddenly appeared to distort minutely. Metallon's figure appeared behind him without a sound, his hand already touching the grip of the great sword behind him. As soon as Anse changed his ability, Metallon was going to kill him on the spot.

　　Lucy knew this as well, and at the same time. Once Metallon stepped in, the death ring would inevitably be set to be forcibly suspended. After all, her and Metallon's identities were sensitive, and it was impossible for the Federation to sit back and watch the death match continue. At that time, she would naturally be able to leave peacefully, and the only survivor, Allen, would become the victor without a doubt. However, Lucy knew that Allen must have a grudge against her. At that time, would he still be willing to make himself a friend?

　　Anse was about to strike, Metallon's hand had tightened on the hilt of his sword, and Lucy was powerless to change what would happen next. At that moment, Metallon seemed to sense something. The old man was slightly surprised, then a faint smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, and his figure disappeared behind Anse like a bubble. After Metallon disappeared, Anse's movements suddenly froze, and he looked back in shock.

　　Everything behind him was as before, the crescent moon was high in the sky, and the mountain wind was strong. But in his perception, an orange-colored heavenly fire suddenly rose up between heaven and earth! The fire was like a pillar, and its meaning was brilliant, like the blazing sun in the sky, with the momentum of a king in the world! This perception passed in a flash, and while Anse was still wondering if he was mistaken, he saw Allen.

　　Under the night sky, a figure suddenly appeared between the silver moon. Alan jumped up high, his figure appeared under the moonlight, and suddenly descended, stepping on top of a side of yellow rock. The toes of his feet pressed down, creating a circle of air waves in the air, and the person accelerated and pushed, leaving a faint black shadow on the ground that was covered with the silver-white moonlight.

　　Stepping into the moonlight, Alan swept through the complicated mountain passages. The mad slaughter even pulled out pieces of dark shadows, however, in the dark shadows, there was a bit of orange light rising, like a star flame under the dark night. In an instant, Allen had already cut into the battlefield. He stepped on the boulder behind Anse, and leapt up in the air, and when he reached the highest point, Berserkers pulled up a dark moonlight toward Anse!

　　"Alan!" Anse yelled, the man backing up sharply.

　　The moonlight could barely brush past the tip of his nose and blasted into the ground, shaking out a crack. Allen looked up, and there was light flowing from his brilliant red pupils, like flames flying!

　　"Anse." Allen bellowed softly, and the Wild Slaughter turned and raised, the moonflower reappearing and slashing across Anse's chest.

　　Ans retreated again, Allen closed in and slammed into him, leaning his shoulder towards his chest. Ans hands interlocked frame, let Allen a shoulder hit pushed away, Mad Butcher saw that the momentum has been exhausted, suddenly a spin in mid-air, pulling out a third channel of moonlight straight to Ans' face.

　　The light of the stringed moon flashed continuously, Allen utilized this battle technique that Ron had taught him to the fullest. There was no gap to be found between the articulations of the moonflower, and in Allen's hands, the Mad Slaughter danced out pieces of black arcs of light to envelop Ans in it.

　　After chopping out the twenty-fifth slash, a tingling sensation came from Allen's wrist, and he knew that the String Moon Continuous Chop could no longer be chopped down, or else his wrist would have to be wasted. At that moment, he sent out another horizontal chop, but injected source power into the Mad Slaughter. The large blade's light pattern suddenly appeared, and the energy sharpness activated. A dark red energy blade popped out, and the sudden increase in the distance of the attack made Anse's hands busy. In his haste, he sucked in his breath and slid back, and the blade flashed across his chest, bringing out beads of blood!

　　Withdrawing his sword, Allen slightly gasped and adjusted his breathing. Anse's chest was also rising and falling, as long as Allen's stormy attack persisted for a few more moments, he would probably be killed by the sword. The tricky part of the String Moon Chop was that once it was launched, it was difficult to find a break between the chopping blows, and the opponent could only defend or evade. As for counterattacks, the only way to have a chance was to wait until the end of the chop.

　　Even if Ans had already advanced to the rank of engraver, he was powerless to change that. After all, the String Moon Chop was one of the Ten Strikes of the Army, and every stance, every movement of the Ten Strikes was the essence that had been constantly revised and improved by countless predecessors over the centuries and had been tested by the fires of war, so how could it be deciphered by Ans who had just stepped into the realm of the Engraving Master.

　　Anse looked at the blood on his chest and nodded, "You sure are dangerous, Alan."

　　Alan shrugged his shoulders and bowed his body slightly in a fighting stance, "I can be a little more dangerous, you want to try it."

　　"I think it's better to forget about it, because the victory has already been decided!" Anse raised his hand, and dark purple light patterns swept from between his arms, generating the Shadow Monarch's engraved mark at the back of his hand. At the same time, the Shadow Vortex was activated, and the space around Allen continuously rose with dense purple mist, while a pitch-black core emerged at the center.

　　"Wonderful! Just wonderful!"

　　At this moment, no matter whether it was the two steam blimps hovering over Babylon or the electronic screens in every household, this moonlit duel was being broadcast live in real time. A male host excitedly clapped his hands and frothed at the mouth, ''Ladies and gentlemen, this is an absolutely wonderful duel! From the sudden appearance of our Young Master Allen, to that stormy attack. And then at this moment, the Ans player has unleashed his engraved ability to make a stern counterattack. I'm sure everyone, like me, can't wait to find out who the winner is in the end, so let's wait and see!"

　　The screen switched back to the two dueling, in the picture, Alan was being pulled towards the core by the invisible traction field of the Shadow Vortex, a female host exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Oh my god, the situation is quite unfavorable for young master Alan, will he be able to fight back from the dead?"

　　At this point in time, millions of eyes on Babylon were staring at the same image. Horn was no exception, he was sitting in his study with a grave expression. The glass of wine in his hand had not been brought to his mouth for a long time, and the butler behind him, Hazen, glanced towards the glass from time to time. That glass, has been frozen in mid-air for a full minute.

　　A minute of Horn's time often represents tens of thousands of federal dollars!

　　No matter how tense the crowd on Babylon was, in this moment, Allen was instead calm.

　　He calmly lifted his greatsword and pushed the source power as naturally as breathing. A clearly visible orange light then swept over his body in an instant, leaving behind a texture like a circuit. All the light patterns were concentrated between the eyebrows of his forehead, and like a real flame whistling and rolling up, the orange and yellow source power rays formed a pattern of a big flaming sword between Allen's forehead.

　　Prairie Blade!

　　In the next moment, real flames whistled and wrapped around Mad Butcher. The firelight illuminated Allen's eyes, just like the battle intent rising in his chest at this moment. It was as if he heard the horn of battle, and the blood in his entire body suddenly boiled. Alan lifted the Flame Blade upside down, leaning his body forward and twisting his waist sideways. The teenager inhaled deeply and suddenly let out a thunderous shout.

　　Berserker popped up and swung in a near-perfect arc through the shadowy vortex, the blade pulling out a sudden moonburst.

　　The crescent formed by the blazing flames represented that from this moment onwards, the String Moon Slash had completely transformed.

　　This chop is called ... Inferno Moon!