Green Monster Epic

Chapter 180: Desperate Fight

Allen was now fleeing for his life. Just half a day ago, he was secretly pleased, having given the pursuing enemies a head-on blow. He never expected that half a day later, he would become a miserable prairie dog fleeing in panic.

Behind him, a male elf was leisurely leaping between the tree trunks, searching for Allen, who was running haphazardly through the jungle. Allen, having stripped off his shirt, possessed a natural camouflage thanks to his green skin. As long as he didn't deliberately collide with obstructing branches and cause a commotion, it would be difficult for the pursuers behind him to spot his location at a glance.

He never imagined that among the pursuers behind him, there would be a powerful high-level combat professional, chasing after him alone. Just when he had eliminated two isolated pursuers and found a tree hollow to hide in for rest and food, this elf suddenly descended from the sky, two slender swords blooming like fireworks, stabbing towards Allen.

Allen's strong vigilance helped him defend in time. A heavy sword transformed into an iron curtain, blocking most of the opponent's offensive, but he was still left with two significant cuts on his body.

If the Flower Serpent's movements were like a nimble cheetah in Allen's eyes, then the elf he faced at this moment was like a level 10 hurricane. Not only was his offensive swift, but the power in his moves was also considerable, leaving Allen with only the ability to parry in front of him, with little chance to retaliate.

Vegetation in the open space flew about. After struggling to block for more than ten minutes, Allen gained dozens of scars on his body for nothing. Finally, at the cost of having his arm pierced by the opponent's sword, he took out the last scroll of Vine Technique, covering the area within 3 meters. The vines attacked indiscriminately. Allen forcibly tore off a few vines that were reaching towards him, then took the opportunity to escape; the opponent, on the other hand, spent more time dodging and using his slender swords to pick off the vines wrapping around him one by one.

What followed was a game of cat and mouse. Allen fled erratically, while the elf behind him leaped leisurely on the tree trunks, occasionally swinging on a vine like a trapeze artist in the jungle, tracking Allen's whereabouts.

In the past few days, Allen's greatest gain was not the revenge he inflicted on the pursuers, but the injuries he sustained during the battle with the gnolls on the first day, which had already recovered. This gave him the confidence to persevere in the chase. Fortunately, he did not escape this jungle at the time, otherwise, in the wilderness with only sparse trees and vegetation, it would have been almost impossible to maintain a certain distance from the pursuers behind him as he was doing now.

"I can't go on like this anymore."

The previous battle made Allen understand one thing: the opponent's strength was greater than his own, but the gap between the two sides was not completely insurmountable. If he continued to wear down the opponent like this, Allen would definitely be the first to be unable to bear it, rather than the enemy behind him.

There was good news for Allen: the sun was about to set. At this moment, the visibility in the jungle was gradually dimming. If the elf wanted to chase Allen in the dark night, then he would face even more difficult circumstances.

After dragging it out until the sun completely set and darkness enveloped the jungle, Allen began to slow down his pace, focusing his attention on the figure of the pursuer behind him. It seemed that the opponent still had no intention of giving up. Perhaps he was also relying on his innate talent for dark vision, as well as his confidence in his own strength.

Allen ran while searching for a suitable battlefield, until an open space appeared ahead. Several tall trees around it shrouded the sky, preventing the starlight from shining down. Allen stopped, seizing the rare opportunity to calm his heart and accumulate strength, waiting for the enemy's next attack.

The attack came quickly. A slender sword drew a dark sword shadow, shooting straight towards Allen's eyes. Allen swung his heavy sword upwards, parrying one of the opponent's slender swords, then twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the sweep of the other slender sword. The elf's figure suddenly split into five in front of Allen, sweeping out a wave of sword light, making it impossible for Allen to know which figure was the opponent's true body.

Allen didn't guess. He directly swung his heavy sword horizontally, covering all the area in front of him, including the five elf figures. The heavy sword passed through the five figures, and the figures turned into nothingness in the air. None of the figures was the elf's true body. Allen immediately felt uneasy, and a warning alarm rang wildly in his heart. The threat of death made him instinctively roll to the ground, then roll again and again. After rolling three or four times without any regard for his image, he knelt on one knee on the ground and looked back. The position where he had been standing before had been torn to pieces by the elf's two slender swords, emitting the fragrant scent of grass leaves.

Before Allen could stand up, the elf launched another attack. The almost non-existent light in the jungle brought some trouble to the opponent, but the elf's pair of pointed ears listened to the sound of Allen's movements, allowing him to accurately grasp Allen's position and launch an attack.

Allen fell back into a passive position, using his only advantage, dark vision, to persevere under the opponent's sharp offensive, searching for opportunities. While defending, Allen was not idle. He reached into his meager bag, took out an item, and used the darkness to cover it up, quietly sticking it to the chest area covered in viscous blood.

The opponent's vision was not clear in the dark night, so he couldn't see Allen's small movements, but his offensive was fierce, without any signs of slowing down, repeatedly seizing the dead corners of Allen's defense, adding new wounds to Allen's body. This was a rhythm of trying to drag Allen to his death.

Allen gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart. He slammed his heavy sword down, smashing away the opponent's most threatening sword in his right hand, but at the same time, his defenses were wide open, allowing the opponent's left-hand sword to stab towards his heart in his chest. With a clang, the slender sword stopped at Allen's chest, as if it had directly stabbed into a piece of iron plate. The opponent was stunned for a moment, but Allen was no longer polite. He threw the heavy sword away, and his left hand grabbed the opponent's left-hand sword, not giving the opponent a chance to escape.

The sudden counterattack caught the elf off guard. The left-hand sword was unable to be retracted in time, so the elf could only move to the side, dodging the smash of the heavy sword. But in doing so, he was unable to avoid Allen's pounce, and the two immediately became entangled.

Allen's hands were like crab pincers, tightly strangling the elf's strong waist. The elf also retracted his right-hand sword and stabbed Allen in the chest, while also using his wrist to twist the slender sword, creating a larger opening in Allen's wound, eliciting Allen's muffled groan, but unable to make Allen's hands release in the slightest.

The difference in strength between the two sides was evident. Although the elf was agile, he was unable to break free from Allen's strangulation, which almost squeezed the elf's chest cavity dry. Allen, on the other hand, ignored the slender sword that had pierced through his back, and the two were now betting with their lives, seeing who could persevere faster.

It felt as long as a century, but it didn't seem to have been long at all. Allen finally exhausted his strength and released his arms. The elf's body was like a piece of wood that had been broken in the middle but still connected by threads. Allen had actually directly broken his spine with his arms. It was a waste that he possessed strength superior to Allen's, but he became the final dead soul.

Laboriously taking out the few remaining items from his bag, two scrolls of healing light wounds transformed into two clusters of pure white soft light after Allen pulled the slender sword out of his body, merging into the fist-sized hole in Allen's abdomen. The blood slowly stopped, and the slowly fading life force was finally brought to a halt. At the same time, Allen was not afraid of wasting it, and the last bottle of healing potion was also sent to his mouth, slowly healing his injuries along with the scrolls.