Chapter 392: [ Allen Vs Allen ]
"Hm—!?" Allen instantly lowered his head.
The blade's trail passed through the position where Allen’s head had been.
Of course, it was not a distance where the sword could physically reach.
However, it really—
With narrowed eyes, Allen turned his head backward.
The broken houses, stores, roadside trees, signs and so on that were behind him had, in an instant, been trimmed to the same height.
BOOOM!!
A second later, the sound of destruction echoed like distant thunder.
It was the accompanied by a chilling cold that seemed like millions of needles stabbing on his skin.
Booom!!! Allen’s figure blurred and in an instant, Rebellion and [ Frostmourne ] collided in mid-air.
“This is such a nice feeling, don’t you think, brother?” ‘Allen’ chuckled as he slashed the [ Frostmourne ] downward.
“Nice feeling? No! Although I felt turning into a certain Death God fighting against you but this doesn’t make me feel good at all!!” Allen snorted as he repelled the slash with Rebellion.
He then raised his left arm and a pistol quickly materializes, Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bullets passed through empty air as ‘Allen’s figure disappeared. However, the bullet suddenly turned around and flew towards another direction.
Homing bullet!!
When ‘Allen’ appeared, dozens of bullet flew towards him. He sneered, “It’s truly troublesome, it tracks on its own… huh…”
However—even after a few seconds, there were no explosions or piercing echoes resounding in the air.
The bullets that were flying towards him floated unmoving in the air several meters above him, as if they were held by invisible hands.
‘Allen’ gave an exasperated sigh.
"...This kind of thing is useless, you should know that, brother." Saying this, ‘Allen’ raised the hand that was not holding the sword and squeezed it shut.
“I can do all that you can. I am the exact mirror of you… when you got strong, I also got strong.”
As he did this, the countless bullets crumpled up, as if being compressed, and exploded where they were.
Even the magnitude of the explosions was frighteningly small. It was as if all of the power had been sucked inwards
“… still, doesn’t mean that what I can do, you can also do…”
Booooooom!!!
‘Allen’s aura exploded from within.
Seeing this, Allen’s brows furrowed.
What happened…!?
Suddenly, his magical power burst out… in a tremendous amount…!!
A bursting explosive aura of bloodthirst merged with demonic power swept through the entire desolate city, creating a huge crater from underneath ‘Allen’.
This terrific surge…! This man, when it comes to raw energy output, he might be approaching Mid God’s level.
Although Allen can be said to have a magical power comparable to that level as well --but with all said and done, he was nothing but a pseudo Mid-God.
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His true magical power can barely contend against real Mid Gods. He was only able to do so up until because of his Dragon Physique that was the strongest magical creature in the entire Thousand Worlds as well as his Monster King Status that gives him incomparable control and perception of mana.
Still…. How come his magic power increases so much…?
‘Allen’ was still him… and besides, originally, he was much stronger compared to Allen but now… how was this possible…?!
Allen's inside churned as he felt the counterpart's sudden increase in power.
“Surprised?” ‘Allen’ flashed a victorious smile. "... Did you really think that I would be weak forever or our powers and abilities would be the same..."
"... ..."
"Then, you are mistaken. I won’t be your shadow anymore, brother. I can be someone else…”
"We might have started together but our path was completely different!"
"I can be stronger than you!!"
Wooosh.
Within a moment—the wind howled.
A fierce shockwave assaulted the area, as the slash flew towards the sky along the path of the blade.
Allen burst out his aura as well and electric sparks whirled around him like a small tornado of dancing snakes. He mustered all his power as his eyes gleamed with blood light.
Suspended in the air, while looking down below him, ‘Allen’ swung the [ Frostmourne ] in the same way as before towards Allen.
"You can now rest assured... because what you hadn't finished yet, I will be the one finishing them. So rest, and leave it all to me!"
"I'm not so old that you can just easily replace me!" With renewed energy, Allen immediately kicked off the ground, dodging over the plane in which the sword was swung, and closed in on ‘Allen’ with amazing speed. "You might stronger than me but... that doesn't mean you are better than me!"
Targeting ‘Allen’, Allen swung Rebellion down with all his might while holding the hilt with both hands
"—hm?"
Bang!
—In that moment. From the point where ‘Allen’ and Allen crossed swords, a violent shockwave was formed.
Bang!!!
Allen knitted his brows slightly, stopping ‘Allen’s blow with the sword in his hand.
I can’t… push him back!?
With all his power, Allen surprisingly unable to push even harder towards his opponent. This was the first…!
Allen was repelled, and momentarily the two separated and glared at each other with their weapons poised.
Seriously... this idiot was like a nightmare...
“You bastard! When did you become this strong…?!”
“Isn’t it obvious? At the same time, you did… however, the moment, you become powerful, I became even more powerful…” ‘Allen’ raised his hand and black haze swirled around it.
“I see now --you let yourself be swallowed entirely by that power…!?”
“No, I didn’t. I swallowed it instead!!” Bang!!! ‘Allen’ disappeared and two swords started clashing once again.
Clang! Cleng! Clang! Explosions, after explosions were generated as their swords, clashed against each other.
“Anyway, stop worrying yourself out and let’s enjoy this!!”
“Screw you!!”
Swoosh!
Allen jumped out, his body was walking in a weird path without patterns. Instead of a straight line, he looked like a poisonous snake hunting for its target that could release a deadly attack any second.
[ Phantom ]
“Outdated!” A hazy black light floated in the air, wrapped ‘Allen’ in the middle. And then from time to time, there would be one or two black light shooting out towards Allen.
The black sword light clashed with Allen’s Rebellion and suddenly, the cloth over Allen’s shoulder was torn apart
“Hmph.” Allen frowned. As he jumped backward, he waved out Rebellion.
Swoosh!
A solid golden light coated with electric sparks sliced open the air and flew towards ‘Allen’.
Seeing this, ‘Allen’ sneered, his left hand was covered by a layer of glazed black hazy mist. He broke Allen’s attack effortlessly with his punch, while his right hand shook the [ Frostmourne ]. The next second, the sky was full of white snowflakes–like light, radiating intense coldness.
I’ll be mincemeat!! Allen’s eyes rounded. In that instance, Allen’s disregard Rebellion and burst out all of his mana within his body. gathering it on his right fist, blazing blue flames coated with electric spark manifested.
“Lightning Fire Fist!!!”
BOOOOOOMMM!!!
A very loud explosion reverberated throughout the desolate city.
Thunderbolts and rings of flames appeared like a storm, destroying the entire surrounding.
However, even Allen wasn’t left unscathed by the power he had used.
One step, two steps, three steps… ten steps. Allen had to take a whole ten steps to find his balance in the air.
His right arm bleeding all over. However, he suddenly realized that although he can utilize his ability, such as electric manipulation and Blue Flames, his blood didn’t contain the cursed of the ‘Evil Blood’ he had gotten from Azi Dahaka.
Is this because… this was all in his inner world…? Are physical abilities not able to manifest?
… And the best proof was that was… Allen’s eyes narrowed. His wounds were not regenerating at all.
The blood keeps flowing like a broken faucet.
This is bad…!
“So this is your real trump card… huh, little brother…?” Allen laughed bitterly as he raised his head. Amidst the dust and smoke, a figure can be seen nonchalantly floating in the air.
His left arm was mangled in a strange direction but the youth was still smiling as if no care. The massive sword on his hand was radiating a chilling cold that even undead whose sensation has long been gone would feel a piercing coldness akin to needless piercing through every pore on their bodies.
“This is a Deathmatch… either you live here alive or me…” ‘Allen’ laughed bitterly; he cuts his own left hand as if discarding a piece of junk. With [ Frostmourne ] he severed arm was instantly encased in ice.
“That’s better,”
“… …”
“This guy…”
“Let’s continue, brother… this time, I’ll make sure I can kill you,”
Allen snorted, “Yeah right. Please do so, little brother~ Be my guest!"
BANGGGG!!!!
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