Green Monster Epic

Chapter 84: Ceasefire (Seeking Recommendations and Collections!)

The fireball exploded in front of Allen, countless fire elements mixed with lingering flames splattering everywhere.

Several sparks fell on Allen, scorching patches of black on his body, accompanied by the faint aroma of roasted meat.

However, Allen's stab, imbued with fury, also disrupted the stability of the magical model within the Fireball spell, reducing its explosive power by a level.

Although Allen appeared to be seriously injured, his actual injuries were not too severe.

Having finally obtained the opportunity to approach the Bonecrusher and launch an attack on his frail body, Allen gritted his teeth, endured the burning pain, and forcefully continued his charge.

5 meters, 4 meters, 2 meters... the distance between him and the Bonecrusher grew closer and closer.

In the blink of an eye, Allen closed the distance to within attacking range.

The smoke-blackened longsword, wielded by his powerful hands, was raised high overhead, carrying Allen's own strength and tremendous momentum, and slammed unreservedly towards the Bonecrusher in front of him.

"Hit!!"

At this moment, Allen's killing intent was rampant.

If looks could kill, the Bonecrusher would probably already be a cold corpse.

When formulating the challenge plan, Allen and Philip didn't actually have much chance of winning, so their determination to forcefully kill the Bonecrusher wasn't strong.

However, with such a great opportunity presenting itself, Allen would naturally not let it go, and ruthlessly launched a deadly attack without hesitation.

In the Bonecrusher's eyes, the shadow of Allen's greatsword grew larger and larger, but there was no hint of panic in his eyes.

He simply wore a solemn expression and uttered two syllables softly: "Pika."

The earthy-yellow ring on his right hand flashed, and a semi-transparent shield appeared directly in the path of the greatsword, protecting the Bonecrusher entirely within it.

The greatsword seemed to strike a solid object, and a loud clang echoed from the blade.

The tremendous impact shattered the semi-transparent shield, but at the same time, Allen's heavy slash, imbued with fury, was also rendered ineffective.

Before Allen could readjust his posture, the Bonecrusher opened his bloody maw, revealing the ferocious canine teeth within.

Allen even faintly smelled bad breath.

"Puff!!!"

A huge, orange-red tongue of flame engulfed Allen's current location.

The tongue of flame burned for several breaths.

Only when the Bonecrusher, his face pale, closed his foul-smelling mouth did the flames in the sky lose their source and disappear into the air, revealing Allen who had been enveloped and burned by the tongue of flame for several breaths.

Allen was in a very sorry state at this time.

Apart from his face, which could still vaguely be seen, other parts of his body, including his leather armor, were scorched black, emitting bursts of smoke and the intense aroma of roasted meat.

Completely unexpected, the opponent's trump card-like powerful spell came from that big mouth, and without the slightest warning, Allen immediately suffered a great loss.

If he hadn't timely poured all his fury into the area around his body, and at the same time, the greatsword in his hand had transformed into a sword shield under rapid rotation, blocking most of the tongue of flame's energy, Allen would probably have already been a roasted green-skinned goblin.

Having lost the opportunity to further fight, Allen decisively retreated from the Bonecrusher, just in time to dodge a following Fire Bolt cantrip.

Allen was filled with killing intent towards the Bonecrusher, but the Bonecrusher was also eyeing Allen covetously, wanting to take the other party's life.

Unlike Allen, Allen knew that his strength might not be as good as the opponent's, so his killing intent wasn't strong at the beginning, only erupting when he saw an opportunity.

Conversely, the Bonecrusher was full of confidence in his own strength.

Two days was enough time for him to make ample preparations and construct a whole set of spells to deal with combat professionals head-on.

This was the natural advantage of spellcasters.

As long as they prepared their spell slots specifically in advance, they could basically fight with combat professionals several levels higher without much risk.

Now it seemed that the Bonecrusher's odds of winning had already overwhelmed Allen.

As one strange spell after another smashed towards Allen, Allen could now only passively defend, using swift movement speed and ghostly figure to dodge the Bonecrusher's spells.

The scene suddenly fell into a stalemate.

Allen, whose burns seemed serious, was still agile, causing the Bonecrusher's spells to repeatedly miss.

The few spells that did hit the opponent were also struck by the opponent's greatsword filled with fury, disrupting the stability of the spell models within, greatly reducing their power and failing to deal Allen a fatal blow.

The lengthy exchange left the four spectators on the sidelines speechless.

The bear goblins were shocked by the power and strangeness of the spells, while the kobolds were shocked by the green-skin Allen's tenacious endurance and strength.

No one had ever been able to persist for so long in the hands of the strongest in the Bonecrusher tribe without losing their life.

Now, thinking back to their previous contempt for him, Zul couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

The Bonecrusher unwillingly cast another spell, releasing a powerful Fireball spell, which was broken open by Allen using the same method.

Even this time, Allen wasn't burned by the Fireball's explosive energy, because there was basically no intact place on his body now.

The only few tracking spells had little effect on Allen, which made the Bonecrusher very frustrated.

Seeing that there were not many spell slots left on his body and his mana was running low, the Bonecrusher despondently stopped casting spells.

This was the limitation of sorcerers.

As long as mages were diligent in learning and understanding, they could use most of the spells in the world for their own purposes, but sorcerers couldn't.

The spells they knew were basically closely related to the ancient inheritance in their bloodline, and they couldn't just have whatever spells they wanted as they thought.

As a dragon-blooded sorcerer with red dragon bloodline, many of the Bonecrusher's spells were fire-based magic, and the advantage of fire-based magic was its great power, but it lacked the kind of auxiliary or delaying spells against opponents.

"Dragon-blooded sorcerers are indeed powerful, I admit I lost!"

Allen was tired of running for his life.

At this time, he suddenly found that the spells in the sky had disappeared, and quickly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he braced himself and bowed his head to the Bonecrusher opposite him to admit defeat.

The Bonecrusher, who hadn't thought about how to end the situation, took the opportunity to nod slightly at Allen with an approving expression and said, "Chieftain Allen is also very strong, able to persist under my spells for so long."

"Since you also admit defeat, then it's not good for me, as an elder, to kill you again, let's just let this contest go."

"I recognize your strength, as for what you said about wanting to coexist peacefully with my Bonecrusher tribe, it's still very difficult.

If I just agree to you like this, how can I explain it to my tribesmen when I go back!"

Strength was the guarantee of survival in the wilderness.

Before Allen launched the challenge, the Bonecrusher's will had never been so gentle.

Now that Allen had proven his strength, it also meant that his threatening words to the Bonecrusher had deterrence, forcing the Bonecrusher to consider the pros and cons.