Abyss Sequence-Chapter 489 - 64: 240,000 Horsepower

The intersecting fists hammered onto their opponent's face, whether it was Yan Luo or Roger, both of their faces showed severe deformation.

Bones collapsed, muscles slackened, and the skin directly exploded into powder.

Yan Luo's eyeball was knocked out of its socket, his brain suffered a violent concussion.

But Roger was not in a better condition, his metal-cast face collapsed directly, Yan Luo's fist deeply imprinting its power on his face.

Your whole body's feedback error warnings were ringing in his brain, making Roger extremely annoyed.

[Why aren't you dead yet, you brat?!]

Roger shouted angrily at Yan Luo.

Yan Luo reached out and grabbed the eyeball floating in the vacuum, pushed it back into the socket, put on a new oxygen mask, and thunderously answered Roger's question, "Because I still have people I can't let go of! Roger Wilson, I disagree with your plan. If events develop according to your plan, Blue Star is more likely to be destroyed!"

[Nonsense!]

Roger withdrew his fist, launched another with rapid speed, but it was blocked by Yan Luo's palm.

[My plan is the right one, I can save Blue Star, kill the Evil God! Or be like you? Without a plan, how do you confront the Evil God?]

Yan Luo didn't speak, he just looked at Roger with a 'pitying' gaze.

Just like he said before, he considered Celestial City as part of the Blue Star Civilization. Even if the city rose to outer space, far away from the surface, its networks and communications were still connected to the ground.

Under these circumstances, the thoughts of the people in Celestial City belong to Blue Star Civilization, not an exception.

Roger's targeting of the Evil God nurtured by Blue Star Civilization with this was simply delusional.

Thus, Yan Luo must stop him, lest the Evil God seizes the opportunity to enhance its power.

Roger spoke well, saying something like 'As long as there is one righteous person in this world, I will not give up on this world.' Is there truly no innocent person in Celestial City? Why should they be abandoned, used as weapons to 'save the world' without their knowledge?

Yan Luo wouldn't attempt to understand Roger, because he knew very well that Roger, like him, is a madman.

Madmen don't easily heed others' advice, let alone someone like Roger who's terminally ill.

—What he needs is death!

Death is the best cure for Roger.

Yan Luo merely tightened his fist and launched a ferocious attack on Roger.

Both arms swung continuously, turning into afterimages, slamming heavy punches towards Roger.

Precisely because he had lost family members, Yan Luo cherished his current family and friends dearly.

He believed that Roger's plan would ultimately destroy Blue Star and harm everyone on it, hence he stood here, engaged in the most brutal battle with Roger.

Yan Luo indeed became stronger, his power ceiling raised again, even his two fractured arms could be instantly reconstructed.

However, Roger was stronger.

In the face of Yan Luo's relentless attacks, Roger also swung his fists, blocking most of Yan Luo's heavy punches.

Even if some attacks couldn't be blocked, it didn't matter, because at this moment Roger was extremely 'tough'—his physical condition further enhanced beyond its original basis, Yan Luo's fists could only inflict minimal damage on him, which could be repaired in no time.

At this moment, several openings opened on Roger's back, and dazzling lights burst forth, propelling his body.

Roger suddenly charged forward, and Yan Luo couldn't react in time, getting slammed into Roger's embrace.

A burst of power erupted, Roger's impact shattered Yan Luo's ribs and organs.

Yan Luo spat a mouthful of fresh blood onto his oxygen mask, his body uncontrollably flung backward.

When he finally managed to control his body, Roger's figure appeared in front of him after a few flashes, delivering a flying kick.

The iron foot stepped on Yan Luo's face, shattering his oxygen mask, and his facial bones caved in.

Yan Luo's body flipped and flew backward. Before he could regain control, Roger was already above him, pounding down with his fist, tearing Yan Luo's collapsed chest into shreds.

Without skin to hold the flesh, internal organs and bone fragments flowed from the chest, copious fresh blood spewed and quickly congealed into tiny particles in the vacuum.

Roger's punch hurt Yan Luo's heart; not only did it have several ruptures, but even the pulmonary artery was severed.

The body grew colder and colder, as if sinking into an endless dark abyss, the pain gradually receding, the light and shadows before him dimming.

Yan Luo's vision blurred, unable to distinguish what were distant stars dotted on the dark curtain and what was the reflection on the satellite solar panels...

Despite not reaching beyond the Sequence, Roger Wilson was a powerhouse who had been a Saint for eighty years.

In battle with Roger, when Roger exerted his maximum combat power, Yan Luo's odds of winning were slim.

Amidst the blur, Yan Luo saw Roger's silhouette, ghost-like, suddenly appearing before him, right hand clenched, punch coming without hesitation.

In the end... achieved nothing...

'How come you're like this again? I told you, you're going to be a father soon, can't you give us some peace of mind?'

A soft whisper seemed to reach his ears, the voice was familiar, but he couldn't recall whose voice it was.

'Are you planning on letting our grandchild be like you, growing up without a father? We are powerless, but what about you?'

I have no strength left either...

'Really? Give it another effort; many are waiting for you to return.'

Return?

Yan Luo exerted effort to open his eyes, seemingly seeing a pair of blurry figures patting his shoulder, pointing towards the blue planet behind him.

Yan Luo couldn't turn his head, but naturally, his mind recalled some people.

'You've grown up, become an adult, and need to learn to shoulder responsibilities.'

'Remember what we taught you? Don't lie, keep your promises. If you promised to return, you must return. Do you want your loved ones to shed tears of sorrow?'

'A man doesn't make family and friends cry, so keep moving forward, Xiaoluo.'

Yan Luo felt a pat on his back, a warm strength rising from his heart.

The scattered pupils gathered once more, squeezing out the last of the magnetic field's power, activating his wrecked body.

The right hand abruptly lifted, grasping Roger's coming fist.

[Hmm?]

Roger was shocked by Yan Luo's current state.

Why? Wasn't Yan Luo only a step away from death? Why was he alive again?

However, so what if he was revived?

Could this remaining meager strength resist his attack?

Roger's whole body erupted with power, thrusting his fist forward once more.

Yan Luo finally remembered it, it wasn't the 'hatred' against the Abyss or Abyssal Believers that sustained him all this while.

His parents taught him not to lie; what was promised had to be done, so he always spoke the truth and kept his promises.

Thus, Yan Luo roared silently in this dark vacuum.

The shattered bones, blood droplets, and flesh drifting slowly in the distance were suddenly awakened, quickly converging towards Yan Luo, riding the magnetic field's express train.

The body's magnetic field revolved violently, converting surrounding matter into nutrients the body needed, allowing flesh to grow, bones to expand, and restoring the body to a complete state!

The oxygen mask was no longer needed as Yan Luo could extract the nutrients he needed to live from the surrounding environment.

The starlight shot from afar seemed to tremble, celebrating Yan Luo's strength ascent.

"People on the ground are waiting for me to return, I can't die here!"

Yan Luo tightly grasped Roger's arm, eyes locked onto Roger's mechanized eyes.

Intense emotions propelled the magnetic field's power, enhancing it.

That thing, it's called 'love'!

Yan Luo grew up surrounded by love.

At a young age, he was cherished by his parents; after losing them, he received care from neighbors and community grid workers; although he had conflicts with some, he did indeed receive friendship from teachers and classmates; then there was the affection from Wang Lingyu, Sasa, and Li Xinyue.

He is not made of clay or wood, and naturally responded after receiving affection.

What sustained Yan Luo till now was 'love'!

Using love as the driving force, the magnetic field's power operated intensely.

—Two hundred forty thousand horsepower!