Green Monster Epic

With a heavy blow from his right elbow, the martial monk struck the incoming heavy sword, blocking his opponent's powerful attack, though he felt a momentary numbness throughout his body before quickly recovering.

At the same time, his left leg swept out in a kick aimed at the ogre's waist, the Howling Tiger battle technique roaring from his toes.

Alan, not to be outdone, suddenly released his grip on the sword hilt with his right hand, forming a sword shape with two fingers of his palm and unleashing a thick burst of furious energy, striking the core of the monk's technique before it could reach its full power.

Clang!!

Boom!!

Both men, unable to withstand the force, staggered back about a meter each. After a brief pause to regroup, they tacitly charged forward again, unleashing another round of fierce and unparalleled attacks.

Back and forth they went, fist to flesh, sometimes exchanging blows at lightning speed, sometimes slowing down to engage in a battle of strength. The unleashed energy transformed the surroundings into a hellish landscape, with black lightning flashing incessantly. Even with Feynman's will descending upon the area, greatly restricting and suppressing them both, it did little to reduce the damage they inflicted upon the real world.

To anyone observing their seemingly corporeal bodies closely, they would notice ripples spreading across them, as if pebbles had been dropped into a calm pool of water.

This was the most practical and powerful characteristic of a Saint-level being in the late stage of energy transformation: using the rippling and transferring effect of their energy-based body to dissipate the energy contained within their opponent's attacks, thereby reducing their own damage.

The martial monk was long accustomed to this state, having ascended to the Saint level over fifteen hundred years ago. However, he was somewhat surprised that his ogre opponent possessed a similar ability.

The exceptionally talented half-orc, Von Klocke, possessed the superior genes of both orc and elf bloodlines. After embarking on the path of the martial monk, a path few chose and even fewer persevered on, he became one of the top experts among his peers, at least in his memory.

And when he reached the strongest Saint level, backed by the Oak Temple, a church with the longest heritage and deepest foundation, learning and mastering various secret techniques and specializations, honing a superb set of combat skills, he became virtually invincible.

When the Oak Temple's deity, Silvanus, had not yet fallen, Von Klocke could have ignited the divine fire and become a god, one of Silvanus's subordinate deities, with a success rate exceeding 50%. Even now, with Silvanus slumbering and without his protection and support, Von Klocke was still the most likely being in the world of Feynman to successfully ascend to godhood.

Von Klocke's faith in his deity was steadfast and selfless. He knew that if he were to embark on the path of godhood, it would be detrimental to both Lord Silvanus and the Temple.

Especially in the current situation, any action that might hinder or endanger Silvanus's awakening from his eternal slumber was something Von Klocke would not countenance.

With such immense power supporting him, Von Klocke was determined to achieve the goal of this mission. However, he never expected that just as the mission objective was within reach, such a powerful enemy would suddenly appear, which couldn't help but surprise him.

The half-orc martial monk was indeed surprised by Alan's strength, but Alan, who was fighting him, felt the same way!

You had to know that Alan, in order to achieve a quick victory and seize the target before other experts arrived, had immediately entered the divine power state and activated the Fury skill.

Combined with his powerful bloodline talent and the cover provided by his companions, Alan was very confident that he could end the battle within the duration of the Fury skill and take control of the target.

But reality slapped Alan hard in the face. This nameless expert, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, not only withstood his peak combat power but also fought him to a standstill.

"Hahaha, I never thought you, Von Klocke, would encounter an opponent you couldn't defeat!!"

Just as the two supreme experts were engaged in a fierce battle, another magnificent aura suddenly emerged, and a playful voice echoed in Alan's and the monk's ears, while a strong sense of danger suddenly rose in their hearts.

Whoosh!!!!

An exaggerated battle axe, wrapped in a massive amount of energy, smashed down from the sky, its momentum as fierce as a ten-thousand-meter mountain bearing down, causing the surrounding air to freeze.

At the top of the mountain, an ogre expert, more than three meters tall and wearing heavy armor, steadily held the shaft of a battle axe at least five meters long, arrogantly overlooking the two beings of equal stature below.

"Hmph!!"

The martial monk Von Klocke, who was fighting with Alan, seemed to have expected this. After punching Alan's heavy sword away, the two men suddenly retreated a hundred meters, displaying a tacit understanding.

The power of the overbearing combat skill from above was astonishing, not only enveloping the two Saints but also including the target being protected by layers of guards on the ground - the half-elf Martha.

Alan and Von Klocke did not care about the half-elf's life or death, but the core of the magic lock she carried, whose specific shape and size were unknown, could not be lost or damaged in the slightest.

In view of this, the two experts only exchanged glances for a moment before simultaneously using their respective combat skills in a coordinated counterattack against the newly emerged expert above, their tacit understanding perhaps no less than that of adventurer partners who had teamed up for decades.

Boom!!

The mottled and jagged earth was ravaged once again, and the rising smoke and dust had already surpassed the fog that had enveloped this forest for tens of thousands of years, staining the milky white sky into a huge dye vat of yellow, black, red, and purple.

Under the force of the rebound, Alan's figure kept falling until he approached the ground before stopping his decline. Before he could catch his breath, a strange aura suddenly appeared in his spiritual world, and he immediately turned to look at the position of the half-elf target. A Saint-level figure was emerging from the shadow plane, and a pair of daggers flashing with cold light had already pierced through the layers of Legendary-level magic and divine spells.

"You dare!!"

"Sherman, you damned rat!!"

"Courting death!!"

The three experts, who had originally intended to fight again, changed their expressions when faced with this newly emerged expert, and simultaneously rushed towards the not-so-distant position of the half-elf.

Before they even arrived, Alan's heavy sword took the lead, pointing directly at the rogue-type Saint who had revealed himself. A single Instant Kill formed a fiery red ray, instantly approaching the vital point of the head of the expert who seemed to be of the troll race.

On the other side, the Saint-level martial monk punched with the wind, the Howling Tiger battle skill rubbing against and tearing the surrounding air to generate a ball of air cannon resembling burning flames, arriving just a hair's breadth behind Alan's Instant Kill.

The ogre expert in the sky simply threw the exaggerated battle axe in his hand, with the intention of cutting the despicable fellow who wanted to steal the fruit in two.