Green Monster Epic

Chapter 216: Uproot the Weeds (5th Update!!)

Forced into a corner, Mark had already slung his longbow behind him and drawn the dagger he carried for self-defense, intending to block Allen's powerful blow.

"Swish!!"

At that crucial moment, the human swordsman's support arrived late, preemptively stabbing two longswords straight at the back of Allen's head before Allen's greatsword could strike Mark.

With his vital point targeted, Allen had no choice but to turn and counterattack the swords coming from behind, giving the human Mark a chance to escape.

"Clang! Clang!"

Sweeping his greatsword horizontally, he deflected the two longswords while shouting with some dissatisfaction, "Saru, what are you doing!!"

"Coming."

Saru's voice echoed in Allen's ears, and a pair of daggers gleaming with cold light suddenly appeared behind the human swordsman, transforming into a gust of wind that sliced straight towards the swordsman's neck.

"Careful, Jerius!!"

Having just escaped his predicament, the human archer's longbow lit up once more, and an arrow flew towards Saru, who had suddenly appeared behind the human swordsman, like a crescent moon.

The instant the sharp sound of air being torn apart rang out behind Saru, Saru disappeared again just as suddenly as he had appeared, using his Shadow Step skill three times in a row. When he reappeared, he was already behind the human Mark. Without any hesitation, Saru's daggers, like extensions of his arms, tore through the leather armor on Mark's chest with a ripping sound, and then severed the bowstring.

It turned out that the moment Saru's figure disappeared, Mark had already sensed the approaching danger. Without delay, he immediately leaned back, dodging Saru's sure-hit strike. While the blade tore through the leather armor in front of Mark, it also cut off Saru's chance to attack again. Mark's backward lean was equivalent to a headbutt, forcing Saru to retreat two steps, giving Mark a chance to breathe.

Discarding the useless longbow and picking up his dagger again, Mark spoke to his former comrade with a fierce and provocative tone, "I should have finished you off back then. Then you wouldn't be causing trouble for us now!!"

"Heh, then I really have to thank you for your mercy, giving me a chance to repay the debt I owe you for trying to take my life!"

After Saru had composed himself, he had already resolved to show no mercy when he drew his dagger to stab his former opponent. After calmly saying those words, he unleashed his Swift Shadow Footwork at full speed, creating a long, blurred image in the mist as he pounced towards Mark.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

In the close and dangerous dagger melee, every strike contained boundless killing intent. While the two agility-focused opponents fought as one, Allen was not idle either.

The human sword dancer, Jerius, had just barely escaped an assassination attempt, and before he could recover, a shadow pounced at him. When he crossed his swords in front of him to block, a greatsword with a fierce wind directly struck the blades where Jerius's swords intersected.

Afterward, the human sword dancer Jerius was dragged a long distance on the ground by Allen's strike, blood welling up in his mouth and spilling from the corners. Before Jerius could catch his breath, Allen's second sword came slashing down. Having gained the upper hand, Allen would not give his opponent any chance to react until he could no longer resist.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Jerius's face changed from flushed to pale, then from pale back to flushed. Finally, his hands went limp, and the two swords fell to the ground with a clang. At the same time, his arms could no longer bear the weight and hung limply at his sides.

Allen had a wealth of experience in dealing with agility-based opponents. He knew that he must not give his opponent a chance to use their movement techniques, otherwise, it would take a long time to determine the victor. After the opponent's attention was drawn by Saru's assassination, Allen's first sword was already meant to suppress their movements. By the time this seventh sword was swung, the opponent was disarmed and unable to hinder his actions in the slightest. With one sword, he beheaded the human swordsman, and his large head fell from his shoulders, followed by a spray of blood.

Killing his opponent only took Allen a dozen breaths. At this time, the duel between Saru and Mark had also gradually reached a conclusion, but it would still take some time to determine life and death. After all, Mark's dagger was only for self-defense. Although he knew a few close-combat techniques, he was still inferior to Saru, who specialized in close-quarters combat. This could be judged from the fact that Mark had far more wounds than Saru.

"Clang!"

The narrow daggers clashed once again, but Mark's other dagger was blocked by Saru's wrist. At the same time, the wrist that blocked the opponent's strike also exerted a clever force, and the dagger held straight suddenly turned into a reverse grip. With a flick, it immediately cut through Mark's left wrist, which was blocking the attack. At the same time, the slightly curved blade flicked up, severing the tendons in Mark's left wrist. Unable to exert any force, Mark's left-hand dagger fell powerlessly.

Mark's eyes were filled with terror. His right hand reached back and stabbed towards Saru's chest, while his feet leaped backward, trying to widen the distance between himself and Saru.

Saru retracted his right hand, and the dagger held in reverse blocked the opponent's straight stab. At the same time, his left hand slashed horizontally, cutting off all four fingers of Mark's right hand.

"Saru!! Don't kill me!!"

Mark, whose ankle was already sprained and his movements were impaired, had both hands crippled at this time. When he glanced back and saw that his partner Jerius was already headless, he could no longer hold back his collapsing emotions and knelt on the ground, signaling his surrender to Saru.

The dwarven shield warrior could not escape. On the messy and uneven ground, his short legs were no longer as agile as before. He was being used as a venting tool by the brown bear in front of him, with one palm after another striking his head. He could only withstand the attacks with his tortoise shield while swinging his one-handed axe, creating sparks on the brown bear's stone armor.

Saru's eyes softened, as if he was moved by the other party's plea. Seeing that his begging was working, Mark dared not be negligent and pleaded with a crying voice, "It was all Jerius's idea. He said that you orcs are all lowly races, and it would be better for us to divide the spoils ourselves than to let you get them…"

Suddenly, the dagger in Saru's hand disappeared. When it reappeared, it was already in front of Mark's neck. Greatly alarmed, the unarmed Mark could only use his empty palm to respond, trying to block Saru's stab. The sword pierced through, and half a palm fell to the ground. At the same time, a thin line on Mark's neck gradually became thicker and redder until blood gushed out and flowed down. Mark helplessly covered his throat with his crippled hands, gurgling and choking, and finally suffocated to death in pain.

Having avenged his great hatred, Saru was not as happy as he had imagined. His heart and mind suddenly became empty, and his emotions were very strange. He just watched the two familiar faces on the ground stop moving.

Allen was not sentimental. After eliminating his opponent and was about to help Saru, he saw that Saru had also killed his opponent. He turned his gaze to the dwarf who was being beaten by the brown bear and immediately rushed out again, his greatsword directly meeting the opponent's broken heavy shield.

"Why did you ambush us?"

The dwarf asked with a stern voice, but Allen answered him with silence and heavy strikes.