Green Monster Epic

“Did that little one throw a tantrum after going back?”

As the martial arts competition neared its end, Alan finally had some free time to get together with Snake and ask with concern.

“What tantrum? I gave her a stern talking-to as soon as I got back, she's not learning the good stuff, just these flashy things!!”

Snake was also somewhat annoyed, not because of the little girl's failure, but because her attitude during the competition worried her greatly. If such a thing were to happen in a real fight to the death, any act of holding back could end in death. On this point, Snake and Alan's views were very consistent.

“Alright, alright, the little one is probably feeling bad too. Don't say anything more to her these few days. When we have time, let's get together and take these young people out to train and see some blood!!”

“Yes, I have this plan too.”

“Okay, the winner of this round is鬃毛 (Zong Mao) Mane!!”

As the final match concluded, the duel between Mane and Black Head was an intense and evenly matched fight between two level 12 berserkers. In the end, Mane headbutted the exhausted Black Head unconscious, winning first place in the intermediate-level professional martial arts competition, thus ending the Green Lake Village's grand martial arts competition.

“Next, the winners can collect your prizes from Camellia after you have rested and recovered.”

The rewards for the top three in this intermediate-level martial arts competition were three exquisite weapons personally crafted by Man Duli. Although they didn't have any special characteristics, they were of a much higher grade than the weapons used by others in the tribe.

As for the top ten in the low-level combat professions, they would receive the opportunity to use the inheritance crystal according to their ranking, ranging from 10 to 5 times. At the same time, they would be given priority consideration during the next recruitment for the hunting and guard teams.

“Okay, this time…”

Alan repeated the rewards, and was about to end this martial arts competition when a voice suddenly interrupted his speech.

“I heard that the number one expert in this Green Field Plains is the leader of your Green Lake Village. I, the Gnoll Kenny Knapp, have always respected the strong and enjoy challenging the strong, so I want to follow the rules of my Gnoll tribe and issue a challenge to Alan, the chief of the Green Field Tribe!!”

As the voice came, a burly Gnoll with obvious Gnoll characteristics, like a large gorilla, with ferocious patterns tattooed on his face, walked out of the crowd. He stood in the square brandishing a huge steel axe, looking at Alan fearlessly.

Looking at the other party's appearance, the sturdy body was covered in a mismatched but very old-fashioned armor, a mix of chainmail and plate armor, obviously with a very strong adventurer style.

Hearing this, Snake's expression suddenly became solemn, and the group of Green Lake villagers surrounding the square also lost their previous lazy appearance, with a hint of man-eating emotion in their eyes as they glared at the other party.

Alan hadn't fought anyone in the village for too long, so although everyone knew he was strong and was willing to put the title of the number one expert in the Green Field Plains on him, which could very well reflect the strength of the Green Field Tribe now. However, as more and more outsiders joined, there would be more and more adventurers like Kenny, and with it came various restless situations.

“Hmph, if you want to challenge my tribe leader, ask the sword in my hand first!!”

Snake said with a gloomy face, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at this Kenny.

“Hey, Snake, I think this kind of trash should be left to me. I just want to move around a bit recently!!”

A'Xiu, like a mountain of meat, seemed to have hooks in his eyes. The kind of aura cultivated by killing in the mines over the years made many sensitive people feel uncomfortable just by standing next to him. Although he had slacked off on training a bit these years, he was still one of the first two in the village to advance, but the passage of time had also allowed A'Xiu to stand at the door of a high-level combat profession.

Although he was only at the level of a newly advanced level 13 berserker, if he really fought, A'Xiu's mountain of meat would be a natural protective armor, which could not only protect against ordinary weapon strikes, but also had good shock resistance, just like the ogres who made a living with this skill.

The tradition of challenging for the leadership of the Goblin tribe has always existed, but this tradition generally only applies to members of the same tribe. Of course, there were also exceptions, such as Snake's crushing of the Roland tribe with his powerful strength and finally launching a challenge to the leader.

But obviously, the matter of this Gnoll suddenly jumping out to challenge the Green Field chief did not conform to the traditional challenge behavior of the Goblins. Therefore, many people in the Green Field tribe were eager to try, waiting for Chief Alan's order to swarm up and cut down this stupid *ss guy to the ground.

“Alright!!”

As soon as Alan spoke, the square became even quieter, and everyone wanted to see how Alan would choose.

“It's rare for a guest to want to fight me, so I, as the host, will naturally not refuse.”

Alan had a carefree smile on his face, as if he didn't care about the other party's rude behavior. However, when he restrained his smile and revealed his killing intent, the aura of a strong man unfolded, which immediately made the challenger Kenny's eyes flicker, and his expression also became a bit solemn.

“But, are you prepared to bear the consequences of failing the challenge?”

Alan was not afraid to accept the other party's challenge. Although he had better solutions, there was one fact that could not be denied, that as more and more unfamiliar faces joined the tribe, Alan's authority as the chief seemed to be somewhat shaken.

The reason was very simple, just because Alan, the chief, was too strong, and the Green Field Plains were too small. Although he had also experienced being plotted against by the Bone Crusher, a fierce battle that almost killed him, that battle happened in a place that the tribesmen could not see. Everyone only saw Alan, the chief, dragging his injured body back in embarrassment. Coupled with his thin figure among the Gnolls, any newly joined Goblin species would probably not really recognize Alan's strength.

Snake had not given up on chasing Alan's figure, but as Snake's authority in the tribe grew, even if he wanted to challenge Alan, he would not act in front of the tribesmen. Losing once or twice might not matter, but losing every time would be a big blow to Snake's prestige. Although authority was not a tangible thing, it could give Snake a different feeling. When walking around the village, the tribesmen would be respectful and carefully ingratiate themselves with him, which he enjoyed very much.

The wilderness is such a real place. If you want to gain the respect of the tribesmen, then you have to show off your muscles and let them see your strength.

Before, there was no opportunity, so Alan was too lazy to deliberately show off his strength in front of the tribesmen; but now it was good, when the entire tribe gathered in the square to watch the final of this grand martial arts competition, someone actually took the initiative to challenge him, so Alan really felt that this person was really good, knowing what he wanted.

Hearing Allen's icy words and sensing his formidable power, Kenny was somewhat shaken. However, he thought that if he succeeded in the challenge, he might gain a foothold in this prosperous and powerful tribe. Taking some risks was worth it.

"What if I succeed in the challenge?"

Kenny composed himself and faced Allen again, his eyes stern and calm.

"Wait until you succeed. As long as you can defeat me, they will surely grant whatever request you make!"

Allen was confident that he could defeat anyone except a legendary powerhouse with his current abilities.

But if the opponent was pretending to be weak, and was truly a legendary powerhouse, they wouldn't bother with such effort to gain control of the tribe, would they? If a legend directly revealed their identity, Allen would know what choice to make.

"Good!"

Kenny heard the answer he wanted. He excitedly rubbed his hands, hefted his heavy axe, and began to prepare for battle.

"Thump, thump, thump…"

Allen slowly walked into the center of the plaza and stood opposite Kenny, a mere dozen meters apart. His Bonecleaver, which he never left behind, was drawn and dragged along the ground.

"Then here I come! Take this!"

The hobgoblin, blinded by greed, didn't wait for Allen to truly prepare. He shouted loudly and charged forward, creating a gust of wind as he dragged his heavy axe.

"Hmph!"

Allen's eyes were cold. He casually raised Bonecleaver and prepared for battle. Although he didn't move his feet, he had already aimed his strongest Triple Wave at the path of the incoming heavy axe, directly cleaving at the opponent in a head-on collision.

This was the fighting style of the wilderness natives, devoid of any fancy tricks. From the very beginning, killing intent was evident. At some point, Koer and Irene, who had regained their composure, and the other youths, emerged from the crowd and watched the battle with nervous expressions. Seeing that the foreign hobgoblin's attack was a simple, direct chop, the powerful wind it generated stirred up dust from the ground, demonstrating the opponent's strength and causing the youngsters to worry about their chieftain and teacher.

"Boom!"

Allen held nothing back. The Frenzy skill activated the instant he was about to clash with his opponent. Triple Wave, combined with Frenzy, and his own formidable physical strength, possessed power almost capable of withstanding a blow from a legend. How could Kenny, a mere hobgoblin who had just advanced to level 15 Battle Warrior, face it head-on?

Although Kenny's charge and heavy chop seemed powerful in terms of momentum, the actual result was that the moment their weapons clashed, Kenny was sent flying back just as quickly as he had come. The inner edge of Kenny's heavy axe dug into the ground, and he leaned forward, creating a shallow furrow in the ground as he retreated 4-5 meters before stopping.

"Ha!"

A mouthful of turbid air, tinged with a slightly fishy sweetness, was finally exhaled by Kenny. Before he had any chance to catch his breath, he was forced to raise his heavy axe again and launch a direct chop, because a swift figure was rapidly approaching him. The chilling blade's wind even caused the hairs on Kenny's face to stand on end.

"Bang! Clang!"

Allen's heavy chops, one stronger than the other, were devoid of any fancy techniques, but displayed an indomitable posture, causing the wilderness natives, who always revered the strong, to be captivated.

Kenny was struggling to cope. Each of the opponent's attacks was so fierce and unparalleled, holding nothing back, that Kenny, who had always considered himself to be superior in strength, finally experienced what it meant to be suppressed and beaten. He didn't even have the chance to shout 'I surrender!' because he needed to use all his energy to block the opponent's attacks.

Heavy chops, Triple Wave, and even the occasional simplified Triple Strike, Allen was truly holding nothing back, wanting to display his savage and unreasonable strength in front of all the tribe members. As for this meat shield who had delivered himself to his doorstep, sorry, but his luck was bad today. Allen hadn't even considered leaving him alive.

"Tzzt!!"

Finally, after Kenny stubbornly withstood one of Allen's heavy chops, his legs buckled and he knelt directly on the ground, rolling several times in succession. Unable to maintain his balance, he rolled to the edge of the plaza, forcing the onlookers to dodge and clear a space for Allen.

"I…"

Kenny's eyes finally panicked, and taking advantage of the fact that Allen hadn't yet reached him, he wanted to open his mouth and beg for mercy. However, he probably forgot that in the goblin's true challenges, there were rarely any losers, only corpses.

Before Allen arrived, his Fury Strike had already arrived first. He couldn't possibly give the opponent a chance to beg for mercy, because he had already decided to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, letting the outsiders understand one thing: who was the master of this land!!

"…"

"Fell!"

At the critical moment, Kenny uttered two syllables. A ring on his hand flashed with an earthy yellow light, and a wall of earth suddenly rose from the hard stone plaza, separating Allen and Kenny on either side.

"Boom!"

Allen's Fury Strike directly struck the earth wall, and the wall, which was more than a foot thick, was broken in half, eventually transforming back into a pile of sand and disappearing into the ground.

However, with the obstruction of this earth wall, Kenny finally seized this last chance. He took out a personal scroll from his bosom and held it in his hand. With great reluctance, he gritted his teeth and was about to tear it open and throw it at Allen, but suddenly discovered that his vision went dark, and a swift figure had already appeared before him.

"Kenny!!"

"Stop!!"

"We've lost!!"

On the edge of the plaza, the few adventurer companions who were being watched by the Green Field tribe members saw this scene and, no longer caring about remaining silent, shouted out, trying to interrupt Allen's killing move.

It was a pity that Allen didn't care about the shouts in his ears. With the powerful support of his arms, the Bonecleaver in his hand, with the Fury aura attached to the blade, transformed into a dark moon and struck the hobgoblin before him.

The scroll's light flickered, and a powerful magical fluctuation was drawing upon the omnipresent magical power in the natural world. A powerful spell was taking shape. A crazy, desperate smile hung on Kenny's face. Just as he threw out the scroll and placed his left hand back on his right, preparing to defend, a cold light swept across his face.

Magical power dissipated into the air. The scroll flying in the air, along with the hobgoblin Kenny behind it, were split into two pieces, left and right, and fell diagonally onto the stone bricks of the plaza.

At this moment, Allen was covered in a lot of dark green blood. He stood solemnly, holding Bonecleaver in his hand. Although his figure didn't look so strong, he had previously displayed his absolute strength, making his powerful opponent almost unable to fight back. The goblins immediately understood what a true powerhouse was.

"Allen!!"

"Allen!!"

"Green Field!!"

"Green Field…"

Cheers rang out, from the initial chaos to the later uniformity. The tribe's momentum merged into one, causing those outsiders who were originally just watching the entertainment to feel terrified, looking at these somewhat crazy goblins with frightened eyes.