Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Underneath him, a Night Blade Leopard lay with its spine broken, whimpering softly with teary eyes.

Twang! A bowstring reverberated as a strong arrow was lodged in the body of the bald human, its head shattered, and was deflected away.

Jerika took this opportunity to attack between the man’s legs, targeting his weak spots when her curved blade couldn’t cut through his body, demonstrating her abundant experience.

The bald man did not dodge or parry, he just swung a punch towards Jerika’s throat.

Jerika’s upper body bent backwards, making a 90-degree angle, and her curved blade subversively aimed at the bald man’s armpit. Most reinforcement skills like petrifying skin, are vulnerable in the armpits and lower body areas. Clearly, Jerika was experienced.

However, her experience was ineffective against the bald man. As her knife blade dragged past his armpit, a string of sparks was created.

Twang! Another bowstring sounded as another strong arrow aimed for the bald man’s eyes.

There were countless exceptional elf archers in the Elf Clan. Even amongst the Night Blade Elves who were not adept at long range, there were quite a few. The timing and the velocity of the arrow was accurate and swift, it drilled into the bald man’s eye, making a thunking sound similar to shooting into hardwood.

A cheer went up from one of the elves, but they quickly realized they had celebrated too early.

Unfazed by the injury to his eye, the bald man swung a palm that, if it landed on the stomach of the 90 degrees bent backwards Jerika, could disintegrate half her body.

In a desperate move, Jerika blocked downwards with both arms, and a shield emerged.

However, in advanced fights, attackers can be straightforward. The bald man’s palm shattered the shield without any tricks, and continued towards Jerika’s flat lower abdomen.

Just when his hand was about to make contact, a purple-golden palm wedged itself between him and Jerika, arresting the momentum of his palm.

Ange, who had transformed into Steadfast Bone, stopped the Divine Body’s sword palm, and simultaneously, threw a punch towards his cheekbone.

The Divine Body, expressionless, swung a fist with his other hand, which collided with the Boundary-crossing Hand.

A simple exchange of punches, without any tricks or changes, but the impact was astounding.

Jerika was slapped to the ground by this force, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The next moment, she was hooked by Ange’s foot and thrown out of their fighting range.

On Ange’s left hand, which had just blocked the punch from the Divine Body, the skin split, leaking golden blood.

Unaffected, the Divine Body retreated slightly and swung another punch.

Ange’s Hand of Locke met this, and bang! Their fists collided again, like the impacts between two Giant Dragons, and the immense shockwave sent everything flying around.

The Divine Body’s other arm split too, dripping golden blood.

But these injuries did not bother the Divine Body, its torn flesh and split limbs were still swinging back as if unharmed.

In a mere six seconds, he exchanged seventeen punches with Ange, full of raw power, devoid of any fancy techniques.

After the initial punches, the flesh of both fists had exploded and scattered, leaving only the bones. The Divine Body finally couldn’t resist and was pushed back by Ange’s punch.

Almost at the instant he was retreating, Ange let out a great roar, and a Soul Impact hit him, making the Divine Body lurch backwards.

Ange’s right hook landed on Divine Body’s left temple, completely shattering the left side of his face and revealing the bones beneath. The Divine Body was sent flying, ploughing through several big trees before scraping the ground and creating a deep trench before coming to a stop.

Everyone around, both elves and humans, watched open-mouthed.

Ange and Divine Body’s head-on method was crude and lacked aesthetics and strategies. Yet, each punch was as shocking as a thunderbolt, containing terrifying destructive power. It left everyone trembling with fear. Even a mere brush would be enough to result in a severe injury.

Ange rushed towards where the Divine Body had fallen quickly. He saw a beam of light shooting out of the Divine Body, disappearing into the depths of the forest in a flash.

Anthony and Jerika followed suit. Jerika spat out blood again, angrily glaring at the disappearing light. “Chase… we can’t let him escape… awaken the forest, don’t let him run… cough, cough, cough…..”

Speaking urgently, Jerika slumped over and started coughing severely. The previous impact probably had injured her internal organs.

This demonstrated how terrifying was the clash between Ange and Divine Body. The mere shockwaves of their fight injured Jerika, a Night Blade Elf.

One of the Night Blade Elves, took out a horn from her belt and blew into it forcefully. The deep sound of the horn reverberated far and wide.

In no time, alarm arrows were shot from the distance, making sharp sounds as they flew into the forest sky. It was followed by a series of alarm arrows, spreading the emergency like ripples on a water surface.

“Cough, cough…the entire forest has… cough… awakened. Let’s see where you escape now, honored guest. What are you made of? How can you be so hard?” Jerika asked in bewilderment.

Without answering, Ange cast several Face Purification Techniques on her.

“Eh? Holy Light Therapy? Are you from the Church of Light?” Jerika was taken aback.

Negris flew over, laughing, “Ask the God of Life these questions. If they are meant for you to know, he will tell you.”