Brocky howled excitedly, and with a wave of the battle axe in his hand, he cut off the head of a dinosaur that was as tall as a mountain!

Dinosaur meat that never gets tired of eating is actually not that delicious, and as long as they can maintain their physical strength in battle, the warriors of Arubaf don't care about such an inconsequential thing as taste.

It's a bit of a whimsical move for humans, and for giants, it's common to take a piece of meat and roast it on top of a volcano.

It's hard to say whether the giants are a bunch of simple-minded idiots. Because Dongli and Brocky have been fighting on this island day in and day out for eighty years, this kind of idiotic monotonous daily routine is a nightmare for Wren, who has no patience.

Eighty years of non-stop fighting, eating the same food for eighty years in a row, and seeing the same scenery for eighty years in a row.

It's not that I can't understand the glorious battle between the warriors, but whether or not to accept it is another matter.

The island's volcano erupts twice a day, and when the volcano roars in battle, Brocky throws away the dinosaur meat he had just bitten into, grins, and picks up his round shield and tomahawk.

As he stood up from his sitting, the injuries he had been left behind by the bounty hunters a month ago began to ache faintly.

This injury will heal in less than two days with the body of the Giant Clan, but no matter how strong the physique is, it can't withstand a continuous month of sneak attacks, and the gradual superposition of injuries makes the two brave men of the Giant Clan quite a headache.

However, even so, the two men of the Giant Clan still did not let go of each other's victories and defeats, and insisted on fighting for glory with their injuries!

"Kaba baba!"

Brockie chuckled under his breath and answered the call of battle to the agreed battlefield.

How can those weak swords, swords without dignity, interrupt the glorious battle between us?

Now, Dongli!

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"Hmm......"

Panting, Dongli swallowed a mouthful of blood that rushed to his throat and struggled to get up from the ground. The battle horn has been sounded, so no matter what! He's going to war!

Brocky's guy! Still waiting for me! How can it be poured here!

If it weren't for the fact that he and Brocky were already seriously injured, how could Wren have been able to defeat him so easily. Dongli straightened his spine, glanced at the young man who knocked him down, laughed heroically, and entrusted the young man with the long sword, and strode to the battlefield!

"Whew...... What the hell do you want to do, kid. ”

Looking at the 100 million Bailey that should have been in his hands and going farther and farther, Klockdahl's original heartburn anger dissipated a little. Doomed to be irretrievably foregone conclusion, he will not have any more nostalgia, because that is a meaningless thing.

He didn't just do it for money, he had a way to get it if he wanted money. The bounty of the two giants in this [small garden] is not necessary for him, but it is relatively easy to obtain compared to other means. With 200 million Bailey as the capital, some of his follow-up plans can be carried out.

It's just that I didn't expect someone to come to stir up the situation, and I also served the bounty hunters that I had managed to recruit with great difficulty.

Wren sighed, he never liked to talk nonsense when he was fighting, he fought when he fought, where did he come from so much to say, and he didn't come to go on a blind date.

Wren plucked out his ears, a little unmotivated.

Wren Walker's patience is infinitely close to zero, and this zero tolerance comes from his almost mean nature.

Whether it's fighting, sailing, farming, aiming for One Piece, or looking for [ONEPIECE]......

"It's just, to pass the time."

The reason that made Klockdahl angry dispels his desire to recruit Wren, although Klockdahl is inexperienced, but at this moment, even a fool can see Wren's lazy attitude, proving that he is indeed just passing the time.

The dull sound of thunder made the panic fleeing people tremble, Klockdahl and Wren didn't even make a hand, the same action was inserted into the pocket of the trouser leg, Klockdahl just kicked out, and Wren only raised his leg slightly and took it.

"Oh?"

Wren was slightly surprised, he had not met a guy who could match him for a long time.

The two legs collided under a blow, and for a moment they were deadlocked.

Klockdarpi tugged at the corners of his mouth with a smile, do you want to compete with me?

A burst of cracker-like crisp sounds in a short instant, which has exceeded the limit that can be captured by the naked eye, and the number of times the two of them have kicked each other is immeasurable, only a gust of unrivaled wind swept in all directions!

Klockdahl's self-confidence is based on an innate advantage!

There is a huge difference between Klocodahl, who is 253cm tall, and Rennes, who barely reaches 170cm!

When the leg that was too slender for ordinary people narrowly grazed Wren's forehead, the battle of legs, which was barely evenly matched at the beginning, began to divide the winner and loser. Although he was not directly hit, when the powerful kick swept across Wren's forehead, it was still wiped out by the wind.

Klockdahl didn't know what this overly conceited guy thought, and he wasn't interested in knowing, the only thing he knew was that he would inevitably pay for his arrogance.

Klockdahl swept in the air with a slam kick, and no one would doubt that this man could break a living man with one leg! Wren didn't take the blow hard, his toes touched the ground lightly, and he floated backwards like a ghost. Klockdahl, who had no success in one blow, caught this kick and shifted his posture in the air, and the big piece of armor he was wearing was taken off by him, and it was thrown towards Wren like a big net!

Naturally, no one scolded this unpopular method, and no one cared about Klockdahl pulling out two sudden poisonous blades from behind!

An open-minded duel with the enemy? If he uses his fist, I will use his fist? He uses his legs, I use his legs? Compete on this? Are you idiots?!

It's a fight! Risking your lives is not a game you're playing! The only way to fight is to kill the opponent reliably!

After Klockdahl threw out a blade, he held a treasure knife in his own hand, and suddenly went three points faster than the blade that was thrown out!

It took less than a second to do it, and Wren's move to step back was a fatal move.

The body was still retreating in the air, but Wren reached out and wiped the blood flowing into his eyes at this fatal moment, his vision was blocked by the throwing big army, and naturally he didn't know what kind of offensive Klockdal made behind the big army, but ...... Is this important?

Wren, who squinted his eyes, showed a smile that was not easy for ordinary people to notice, and he stepped back and finally stepped on the ground with a strong foot, and the whole person actually stopped suddenly, and the right leg that had not yet landed suddenly rose high like a thunderbolt, and Wren, who had a sudden change in the momentum of the whole person, suddenly slashed down!

The momentum of Pang Pei is like the sea!

The speed of the storm!

Invincible power!

Thunder-shaped tomahawk!

The majestic force fell, and the unparalleled impact instantly turned the flying big blade and blade into flying ashes, and the undiminished energy destroyed the blade stabbed by Klockdahl, knocking this young man who didn't even have time to give birth to shock emotions hundreds of meters away!

The unparalleled force of the impact created a terrifying trench in the ground, and after a single blow, Wren turned into a flying arrow and rushed hundreds of meters away, and as the bloodied Klockdahl struggled to get up, he stepped on his chest, causing him to fall weakly and vomit blood.

It stands to reason that Klockdahl had no chance of surviving, all thanks to his instinctive sense of danger when he stabbed it, and even he stepped back a little imperceptibly. This retreat saved his life, the kick that was enough to crush him didn't fall on him, it was just the impact of the kick that shook him away.

Wren, whose entire trouser leg and shoes had been reduced to ashes in that blow, could only step on Klockdahl's chest with his bare foot.

If Klockdahl is allowed to make insidious moves, shouldn't he be allowed to leak his own flaws and lure the enemy deeper? At that moment, the most violent offensive broke out, and Klockdahl was caught off guard. If this tactic is despicable to the loser, then to the winner, it is a tactic, right?

The miserable Klockdahl's chest was blurred with blood, and he kept spitting blood, staring at the expressionless Wren with a sinister gaze.

"Kill...... Got me! ”

As his breath became weaker and weaker, Klockdahl, who was in the depths of death, did not utter a word begging for mercy! When he walked on this sea with the consciousness of death, he may have used all kinds of despicable means to be despicable, but he always stood firm in his belief that he could die, but his dignity would never be shattered!

Wren didn't have any extra feelings, and if he had stabbed thousands of people, it would be ridiculous if he had any extra feelings about killing.

When the blood-stained foot lifted from Klockdahl's chest, Klockdahl, who closed his eyes and waited for death, did not wait for the happy end for a long time.

"It's ...... What do you mean!!! ”

Getting up from the ground with difficulty, Klockdahl, who had become a bloody man, roared at the back that was gradually moving away!

"You guy...... Have mercy on me?! Feed! Vomit! Ahem...... Feed! Come back! Kill me! ”

Coughing up blood and roaring intermittently, as if begging the man to finish himself, Klockdahl, who had managed to save his life, acted like an idiot to cut himself off.

For many people who call themselves sanity, this may be an idiot's move. But for Klockdahl, the guy who defeated his own strength and crushed his ambitions, such a guy would be naïve and ridiculous to pity himself and let himself go?! What a humiliation!

Wren stopped, glanced back at the man who was holding himself up, and said lightly as if he had shattered the last bit of dignity of the other party.

"I said it, I just...... Just pass the time. ”

Klockdahl, who was already at the end of the crossbow, fell down angrily because of these words. With this amount of bleeding, he would not have survived if he was left alone, so Wren, who gave himself a reason, stopped looking at Klocokdal and turned away.

"Damn...... That bastard......"

Lying in a pool of blood, Klockdahl let out unwilling weak words, and finally closed unwillingly when the head of a monk who came in a hurry appeared in his blurred vision.