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Chapter 339
chapter 287 part 1
Chapter 286: Gray King VS Gagaran, Experience Points Break One Million Again
The Water Elemental Ogre grinned, letting out a cruel laugh. Its two protruding, sharp teeth glinted coldly in the sunlight as it swung the nailed hammer in its hand.
Bang!
An Iron Ratman in front was sent flying by the blow. Although its fur, harder than steel, was not broken, the point of impact with the nailed hammer caved in on the spot. Chunks of its internal organs and blood were coughed out of the Iron Ratman's mouth.
The terrifying force sent its body flying, knocking over several other Iron Ratmen in the process, and a string of miserable shrieks filled the air.
The Iron Ratman Tribe Leader looked surprised upon seeing these three higher-tier ogres.
"Long, the Water Elemental Ogre, and Dui, the Earth Elemental Ogre."
"*Squeak-squeak-ha*, if I remember correctly, these two have always preferred to act alone and don't get along. To think they've actually gathered together now."
The whiskers on both sides of the Iron Ratman Tribe Leader's cheeks curled upwards, revealing sharp incisors, as if he had just witnessed something unexpected.
These two powerful, higher-tier ogres had quite a reputation in the Abelion Hills. Coupled with their solitary styles, he naturally knew a thing or two about them.
"Who is that ogre in the middle? I've never seen him before." The Iron Ratman Tribe Leader's gaze fell on Gagaran, who was in the center.
With the arrival of Gagaran and his two companions, the Ogres, who had been at a disadvantage, quickly rallied. Faced with the powerful trio, the Iron Ratmen had no choice but to retreat behind their Tribe Leader.
The two sides stood in opposition, facing each other.
"What's going on with this group of demi-humans?" Gagaran's expression was grim. They had somehow managed to sneak into their lair without him noticing. Seeing the heavily wounded Ogres around him particularly angered him.
"Iron Ratmen. Tough and taste bad," Long, the Water Elemental Ogre, remarked, smacking his lips.
The Earth Elemental Ogre's pupils shrank as he got a clear look at the figure. "Gray King!" His tongue, which had been cut off, had now grown back.
The Gray King, one of the Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans?
Gagaran's spirits jolted. The whites of his unsettling eyes stared at the Gray Ratman standing at the forefront of the group—the one who was taller and more powerfully built.
"*Squeak-squeak-ha*, I remember who you are!" The Gray Ratman Tribe Leader, the Gray King, sized up Gagaran, his whiskers twitching before his expression turned fierce.
"I heard about you months ago—the outsider, 'Great Ogre,' who goes around challenging the strong in the Hills."
"To think you could subdue Long and Dui. It seems your strength is even greater than the rumors say."
"No wonder so many Ogres have gathered together and are even trading with Humans!"
Klak! Klak! Klak!
The Gray King raised his arms, striking his sharp claws together and creating sparks. He roared, "You damned bastard, you are a disgrace to all demi-humans! You're showing those inferior Humans your weakness!"
"Hand over all the grain from your trade with the Humans! Otherwise, I'll chop you into mincemeat and feed you to the filthiest, weakest Goblins!"
Gagaran remained expressionless, but a cold aura emanated from his body.
"I hate being called 'Great Ogre'!"
Gagaran lifted the heavy spiked club in one hand, staring coldly at the Gray King opposite him.
"The 'Gray King'? I've long wanted to test the level of you so-called 'Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans.'"
*Divine Skill: Flash!*
The ground beneath Gagaran's feet exploded. A faint light flashed across his body as he charged toward the Gray King at an extraordinary speed.
He swung the heavy spiked club.
Bang!
The Gray King crossed his sharp claws in front of his chest, colliding with the spiked club with a tremendous crash.
An airwave surged outwards.
A crack appeared in the ground beneath the Gray King's feet. His arms were forced down slightly, but he had blocked Gagaran's heavy blow.
"I'll kill you!" The Gray King's eyes darkened as he let out a sharp roar, "*Rat Swarm!*"
A dusty gray light enveloped the Gray King's entire body. Pairs of crimson eyes emerged from all over him—they belonged to fist-sized rats.
In an instant!
A dense swarm of rats poured forth from the Gray King's body. Due to the extremely close distance between the two, the rats quickly swarmed onto Gagaran.
The massive number of rats chittered incessantly, seemingly wanting to gnaw at Gagaran's flesh.
"What is this ability!?"
It was the first time Gagaran had encountered such a situation. He immediately retreated while activating a martial skill: "*Outer Skin Reinforcement!*"
Seemingly still uneasy, he used another martial skill.
*Outer Skin Super-Reinforcement*
Using two defensive martial skills in succession made the hardness of Gagaran's skin no less than that of ordinary metal.
Splat!
Gagaran slapped the rats gnawing on his body, crushing them into a paste. "Ordinary rats?"
Seeing that the rats could not harm him and appeared to be just ordinary rats, Gagaran paid them no more mind and charged forward again, swinging his spiked club.
Boom—Bang—Boom!
The two figures clashed in the open ground, causing the Ogres and Iron Ratmen behind them to hold their breath involuntarily.
This level of strength was far beyond their imagination.
Many of the Iron Ratmen were in disbelief that the Ogre could fight on par with their Tribe Leader.
However.
The fierce battle did not last long. Gagaran, who had seemed incredibly dominant, began to be pushed back. Even an onlooker could see that his movements had become significantly slower than at the start.
"*Squeak-squeak-ha*, have you noticed?"
The Gray King cackled triumphantly as his claws continuously clashed with the spiked club in Gagaran's hand.
"My Rat Swarm isn't made of ordinary rats. These cute little guys continuously release a toxin."
Gagaran's expression changed. "*Firm Strike!*"
Boom!
The powerful blow forced the two apart again.
Gagaran quickly retreated, gasping for breath. He could already feel his arms and body gradually becoming numb.
"You despicable bastard," Gagaran said, looking angrily at the smug Gray King opposite him.
"Hey, hey, where do you think this is, outsider? This is the Abelion Hills."
The Gray King let out a disdainful sneer, then turned his head to look at the Water Elemental Ogre and Earth Elemental Ogre behind him.
"I thought those two would have warned you, but it seems they did nothing at all. Looks like they aren't very loyal to you, 'Great Ogre.'"
The effects of the poison.
Gagaran felt the numbness in his body growing more severe. This was clearly no ordinary toxin. He shook his head. "I told you, I hate that title!"
"Your strength isn't half bad."
The Gray King looked at Gagaran, who was still standing after fighting him for so long despite being poisoned by the potent "Murine Plague," and a look of appreciation appeared in his crimson eyes. "How about you submit to me?"
Hearing these words.
A surge of anger rose within Gagaran. Those words again.
"Recruiting my subordinate right in front of me."
"I can't pretend I didn't see that," a sinister, cold laugh suddenly echoed from above.
The Gray King's gaze froze, and he quickly raised his head to look at the sky.
He saw that, at some unknown time, a figure wrapped in a red robe was hovering in mid-air, quietly watching them.
"*Dragon Lightning!*"
Tang Zheng had no intention of wasting words. This group of Iron Ratmen had killed so many Ogres, and that was a lot of experience points.
A dazzling, dragon-shaped bolt of lightning condensed in mid-air and, in the blink of an eye, crashed down upon the Gray King.
Chapter 286: Gray King VS Gagaran, Experience Points Break One Million Again
The Water Elemental Ogre grinned, letting out a cruel laugh. Its two protruding, sharp teeth glinted coldly in the sunlight as it swung the nailed hammer in its hand.
Bang!
An Iron Ratman in front was sent flying by the blow. Although its fur, harder than steel, was not broken, the point of impact with the nailed hammer caved in on the spot. Chunks of its internal organs and blood were coughed out of the Iron Ratman's mouth.
The terrifying force sent its body flying, knocking over several other Iron Ratmen in the process, and a string of miserable shrieks filled the air.
The Iron Ratman Tribe Leader looked surprised upon seeing these three higher-tier ogres.
"Long, the Water Elemental Ogre, and Dui, the Earth Elemental Ogre."
"*Squeak-squeak-ha*, if I remember correctly, these two have always preferred to act alone and don't get along. To think they've actually gathered together now."
The whiskers on both sides of the Iron Ratman Tribe Leader's cheeks curled upwards, revealing sharp incisors, as if he had just witnessed something unexpected.
These two powerful, higher-tier ogres had quite a reputation in the Abelion Hills. Coupled with their solitary styles, he naturally knew a thing or two about them.
"Who is that ogre in the middle? I've never seen him before." The Iron Ratman Tribe Leader's gaze fell on Gagaran, who was in the center.
With the arrival of Gagaran and his two companions, the Ogres, who had been at a disadvantage, quickly rallied. Faced with the powerful trio, the Iron Ratmen had no choice but to retreat behind their Tribe Leader.
The two sides stood in opposition, facing each other.
"What's going on with this group of demi-humans?" Gagaran's expression was grim. They had somehow managed to sneak into their lair without him noticing. Seeing the heavily wounded Ogres around him particularly angered him.
"Iron Ratmen. Tough and taste bad," Long, the Water Elemental Ogre, remarked, smacking his lips.
The Earth Elemental Ogre's pupils shrank as he got a clear look at the figure. "Gray King!" His tongue, which had been cut off, had now grown back.
The Gray King, one of the Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans?
Gagaran's spirits jolted. The whites of his unsettling eyes stared at the Gray Ratman standing at the forefront of the group—the one who was taller and more powerfully built.
"*Squeak-squeak-ha*, I remember who you are!" The Gray Ratman Tribe Leader, the Gray King, sized up Gagaran, his whiskers twitching before his expression turned fierce.
"I heard about you months ago—the outsider, 'Great Ogre,' who goes around challenging the strong in the Hills."
"To think you could subdue Long and Dui. It seems your strength is even greater than the rumors say."
"No wonder so many Ogres have gathered together and are even trading with Humans!"
Klak! Klak! Klak!
The Gray King raised his arms, striking his sharp claws together and creating sparks. He roared, "You damned bastard, you are a disgrace to all demi-humans! You're showing those inferior Humans your weakness!"
"Hand over all the grain from your trade with the Humans! Otherwise, I'll chop you into mincemeat and feed you to the filthiest, weakest Goblins!"
Gagaran remained expressionless, but a cold aura emanated from his body.
"I hate being called 'Great Ogre'!"
Gagaran lifted the heavy spiked club in one hand, staring coldly at the Gray King opposite him.
"The 'Gray King'? I've long wanted to test the level of you so-called 'Ten Evils of the Demi-Humans.'"
*Divine Skill: Flash!*
The ground beneath Gagaran's feet exploded. A faint light flashed across his body as he charged toward the Gray King at an extraordinary speed.
He swung the heavy spiked club.
Bang!
The Gray King crossed his sharp claws in front of his chest, colliding with the spiked club with a tremendous crash.
An airwave surged outwards.
A crack appeared in the ground beneath the Gray King's feet. His arms were forced down slightly, but he had blocked Gagaran's heavy blow.
"I'll kill you!" The Gray King's eyes darkened as he let out a sharp roar, "*Rat Swarm!*"
A dusty gray light enveloped the Gray King's entire body. Pairs of crimson eyes emerged from all over him—they belonged to fist-sized rats.
In an instant!
A dense swarm of rats poured forth from the Gray King's body. Due to the extremely close distance between the two, the rats quickly swarmed onto Gagaran.
The massive number of rats chittered incessantly, seemingly wanting to gnaw at Gagaran's flesh.
"What is this ability!?"
It was the first time Gagaran had encountered such a situation. He immediately retreated while activating a martial skill: "*Outer Skin Reinforcement!*"
Seemingly still uneasy, he used another martial skill.
*Outer Skin Super-Reinforcement*
Using two defensive martial skills in succession made the hardness of Gagaran's skin no less than that of ordinary metal.
Splat!
Gagaran slapped the rats gnawing on his body, crushing them into a paste. "Ordinary rats?"
Seeing that the rats could not harm him and appeared to be just ordinary rats, Gagaran paid them no more mind and charged forward again, swinging his spiked club.
Boom—Bang—Boom!
The two figures clashed in the open ground, causing the Ogres and Iron Ratmen behind them to hold their breath involuntarily.
This level of strength was far beyond their imagination.
Many of the Iron Ratmen were in disbelief that the Ogre could fight on par with their Tribe Leader.
However.
The fierce battle did not last long. Gagaran, who had seemed incredibly dominant, began to be pushed back. Even an onlooker could see that his movements had become significantly slower than at the start.
"*Squeak-squeak-ha*, have you noticed?"
The Gray King cackled triumphantly as his claws continuously clashed with the spiked club in Gagaran's hand.
"My Rat Swarm isn't made of ordinary rats. These cute little guys continuously release a toxin."
Gagaran's expression changed. "*Firm Strike!*"
Boom!
The powerful blow forced the two apart again.
Gagaran quickly retreated, gasping for breath. He could already feel his arms and body gradually becoming numb.
"You despicable bastard," Gagaran said, looking angrily at the smug Gray King opposite him.
"Hey, hey, where do you think this is, outsider? This is the Abelion Hills."
The Gray King let out a disdainful sneer, then turned his head to look at the Water Elemental Ogre and Earth Elemental Ogre behind him.
"I thought those two would have warned you, but it seems they did nothing at all. Looks like they aren't very loyal to you, 'Great Ogre.'"
The effects of the poison.
Gagaran felt the numbness in his body growing more severe. This was clearly no ordinary toxin. He shook his head. "I told you, I hate that title!"
"Your strength isn't half bad."
The Gray King looked at Gagaran, who was still standing after fighting him for so long despite being poisoned by the potent "Murine Plague," and a look of appreciation appeared in his crimson eyes. "How about you submit to me?"
Hearing these words.
A surge of anger rose within Gagaran. Those words again.
"Recruiting my subordinate right in front of me."
"I can't pretend I didn't see that," a sinister, cold laugh suddenly echoed from above.
The Gray King's gaze froze, and he quickly raised his head to look at the sky.
He saw that, at some unknown time, a figure wrapped in a red robe was hovering in mid-air, quietly watching them.
"*Dragon Lightning!*"
Tang Zheng had no intention of wasting words. This group of Iron Ratmen had killed so many Ogres, and that was a lot of experience points.
A dazzling, dragon-shaped bolt of lightning condensed in mid-air and, in the blink of an eye, crashed down upon the Gray King.
