Green Monster Epic

The battle was fierce. Allen and the ogre didn't give an inch, and after more than half an hour, they were still evenly matched.

With a heavy strike, Allen unleashed his full power. The fierce wind from the sword arrived a step ahead of the greatsword, colliding with the ogre's giant wooden club, leaving an even deeper scar on the weapon. The ogre wasn't intimidated by Allen. Relying on his superior strength and the full activation of his Level 4 Warrior's aura, he faced Allen head-on, without any thought of dodging Allen's attacks.

The backlash caused Allen's internal organs to churn. While taking a step back to dissipate the force, Allen's longsword danced again. A horizontal block perfectly parried the opponent's counterattack. Amidst a spray of splinters, Allen's triple slash followed, leaving a series of "duo duo duo" sounds. Allen then took the initiative to retreat, creating distance from the ogre, and knelt on one knee to readjust his breathing.

However, his opponent wasn't struggling as much as Allen. Although the backlash was also uncomfortable for the ogre, his bloated body trembled, which helped him to distribute a lot of the force, making his actual situation much better than Allen's. At this moment, he raised the scarred and mottled giant wooden club, stretching it towards the sky and then slamming it down. The wind from the club hadn't even reached the ground yet, but it had already stirred up a large amount of dust.

Allen's face was pale. He hadn't recovered his breath yet, and he lacked the confidence to face this heavy blow. He could only roll to the side several times, not caring whether the action was graceful or not. By the time he moved out of the range of the ogre's wooden club attack, a cloud of dust smashed into his face and body, causing them to turn slightly red.

"Don't dodge, Green Skin! Let's have a good fight!!"

The ogre was also excited by the fight. Relying on the large size and length of the wooden club, he delivered another simple and clear horizontal sweep, forcing Allen to use his feet to push off the ground and leap into the air to dodge the attack.

"Hahaha, take this!!"

The ogre had rich combat experience. Seeing his opponent in mid-air, he didn't hesitate. He immediately pulled back the wooden club and swept it out again, treating Allen like a baseball to be hit. Allen, in mid-air, knew that something was wrong. He immediately placed the greatsword in front of his chest, while pouring all of his rage into it. Taking a deep breath, his veins bulged, and he roared, "Open for me!!!!!"

Allen, in mid-air, stopped making any defensive movements. He used a heavy strike, combined with the potential energy from above, and slashed at the oncoming wooden club with an unstoppable momentum.

"Bang!!!!!"

At this moment, the sound of the collision didn't have a dull feeling. After this loud noise, Allen flew out again, like a kite with a broken string, landing far away, leaving a long trail of dust on the ground before finally stopping.

At the same time, another "crack" was heard. The wooden club in the ogre's hand, which was thicker than Allen's waist, slowly broke in the middle, leaving only half of the original length of the club in the ogre's hand.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you, Green Skin!!"

The ogre's body was too large and his strength was too great. In the wilderness, where there was a lack of raw materials like steel, they had to find the most solid ironwood and submerged wood in the wilderness to create their beloved weapons. These types of hard wood also had a characteristic: they grew extremely slowly. If you wanted to reach the diameter that the ogre liked, you would need at least hundreds of years of tree age.

The ogre, Boulder, didn't know how much effort and time he had spent making this giant wooden club in his hand. Besides eating and drinking, his favorite thing was this weapon. Now, seeing the wooden club broken in half, how could Boulder not be furious, roaring at the instigator.

Allen ignored his opponent. Although his jump into the air allowed him to directly meet the attack and cut off the opponent's weapon, the inability to borrow strength in mid-air meant that he received all the force of the blow, and he was sent flying more than ten meters away. At this time, his strength began to decline, and a few traces of sweetness appeared in his mouth. His internal organs were still churning, indicating that he had suffered a considerable impact.

This was another strong opponent Allen had encountered since the battle with the Bonesplitter, but the pressure that this strong opponent gave Allen was not as great as the strange and mysterious magic of the Bonesplitter. After judging the opponent's strength from the beginning, Allen began to formulate a battle plan, which was to aim at the opponent's strongest point and weaken the opponent with a head-on approach.

The power of the giant wooden club was amazing, but compared to fine iron weapons, its natural shortcomings became the best breakthrough point in Allen's eyes. Every slash, chop, split, and block of Allen's, if anyone noticed, was actually focused on the area around the sword mark he had made with his first strike. In dozens of confrontations, Allen tried his best to control the longsword, reducing the range of his strikes to one point. The final result appeared. After Allen mustered all his strength to launch this heavy strike, the powerful explosive force of the Berserker finally cut off the opponent's weapon.

Facing the violent ogre again, Allen was even more confident.

Previously, he had been suppressed by the ogre's giant wooden club, which had a wide and heavy attack range. He wanted to break through to the opponent's front, but he was forced back by the opponent's rich experience and combat skills. He could only passively receive the opponent's attacks, one club after another. As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger. Allen's greatsword had a maximum attack range of 1.8 meters, while the opponent's giant wooden club had an attack range of 2.4-5 meters, which meant that Allen couldn't pose too much of a threat to the ogre's body.

Now that the opponent's weapon was broken in the middle, he had the opportunity to get close, and the victory would be more inclined to himself.

Forcibly calming the blood in his heart, Allen unfolded his speed to the extreme from a distance before the violent ogre could rush over, like a sword drawn from its sheath, pointing straight at the ogre in front of him, with the greatsword extended forward like an arrow, aiming at the opponent's vitals.

The ogre, Boulder, also didn't show any weakness. Although the wooden club was half the size, it could still be used as a weapon. It was easier to exert force after being shortened. The short club struck fiercely, carrying the ogre's aura, and aimed at the path Allen had taken, raising his hand and swinging it out. Allen wasn't flustered in the face of the increasingly large short club. Only when the distance between himself and the short club was only a few inches did he suddenly brake and turn, narrowly brushing past the short club. This caused the ogre's excessive force to deform, giving Allen a chance to get close.

At this time, the huge inertial pressure brought about by the forced change of direction caused the already injured internal organs to churn again. A trace of green blood appeared on the corner of Allen's mouth, and his expression of struggling to fight was very ferocious.

"Ha!!"

Allen changed his straight stab to a horizontal sweep, aiming two consecutive slashes at the ogre's fat belly, which was wide open. The longsword didn't have the pleasure of cutting into flesh on the opponent's body, but instead felt sluggish and soft. Allen's sword ultimately only tore open two wounds on the opponent's bloated belly, revealing the pale white fat, while forcing the opponent to retreat a few steps.

Allen never expected that the opponent's defense was so amazing. He finally managed to seize the opportunity to get close, but his two swords, containing all his strength, only achieved such results. But he didn't have time to feel frustrated. Although the ogre took a few steps back, his counterattack wasn't slow. After the short club missed, it quickly returned to defense under the traction of the opponent's arms, just in time to collide with Allen, who was preparing to continue his strong attack.

Having finally broken through the opponent's close range, Allen didn't intend to retreat at this point. He gritted his teeth and hardened his heart, and the whole person crashed into him. The greatsword was close to his body, and he wanted to cut off the opponent's right arm that was waving the short club.

"Hmph!!"

The ogre released his right hand, allowing the wooden club to fly away without control. The empty palm retracted and grabbed Allen's greatsword, while pulling it towards his body. Allen couldn't help but rush forward.