With a thud, Immorton's punch was so solid that the ascetics on the sidelines could even see the ripples of flesh and skin that the punch had brought under Keno's ribs. The ascetic Keno, who had just thought that he had successfully blocked the opponent's knife momentum, was caught off guard by this punch, and the sharp pain under his ribs made him immediately widen his eyes, and he clenched his teeth tightly to hold back a cry of pain, but a muffled snort came from the depths of his throat.

Don't look at Keno to endure this blow, but Immorton is a master of technical strikes, once he gains power, he will never miss it, his left hand iron fist swinged, constantly hitting Keno's right ribs, and at the same time, the scimitar of his right hand also pressed the opponent's rattan staff, not allowing him to have a chance to escape.

Keno's consciousness was blurred by the successive blows and sharp pain, and the moment he fainted and fell to the ground, the last thing he remembered was Immorton's cruel and satisfied face.

With a bang, the sturdy ascetic Keno finally couldn't bear the blow and fell to the ground. Immorton didn't rush to kill them all, but took two steps back slightly, and removed his hands and feet, as if he had just warmed up.

Two ascetics walked out quickly, dragged the unconscious Kino back, and urgently performed healing spells on him for treatment. Constantly hit by Immorton's iron fist in the ribs, Keno's kidneys and other organs have been ruptured, fainting is just a kind of self-protection for him, if not treated in time, he is likely to die.

Seeing Kino lying on the ground, and then looking at the relaxed and freehand Immorton, the ascetic elder was so angry that his eyes almost popped out, if it weren't for Kino who had fainted, he would have had to scold bitterly.

"Hmph! The lowly martial artist dares to show off in front of the Church of Light, immediately lay down his weapons and surrender, otherwise let you try the power of the Light Divine Technique!" said the elder ascetic, the white beard under his jaw curled up, not like he had just been defeated, but like a victor.

Immorton narrowed his eyes, and had a new appreciation for the shamelessness of these ascetics of the Church of Light. But before he could answer, he heard a slightly weak voice from behind the ascetics: "Priest White, don't be in a hurry, let me see which low-key master King Pritz has sent here." ”

As he spoke, St. Anthony came with a large group of ascetics. With a master like St. Anthony, and reinforcements from a large group of ascetics, the elder ascetic, Priest White, turned around very respectfully and saluted St. Anthony, who was walking this way, and then stepped aside.

St. Anthony walked slowly, and the first thing he saw was the muscular Immorton and the fainting Kino. St. Anthony's brows furrowed slightly, and he said with some dissatisfaction: "When did the ascetics of the Church of Light be so arrogant that they didn't even need divine skills to compete with others?"

St. Anthony's questioning made Priest White's old face blush, and he quickly explained: "It was Priest Keno who was careless. ”

However, St. Anthony ignored Priest White's explanation, but looked at Bishop Leslie, who was standing beside Feng Xifan, and said, "Your Excellency Leslie, I think you can go and report to His Majesty Pope St. Paul now!"

Leslie, who had never dared to act rashly by Feng Xifan's side, saw the appearance of His Majesty St. Anthony's crown, and as if he had seen a savior, he replied repeatedly: "Yes! Yes, I will go to His Majesty St. Paul!"

After speaking, he cautiously glanced at Feng Xifan, who was expressionless, and then looked at St. Anthony and the large group of ascetics, and felt a slight bottom in his heart, so he slowly walked away from Feng Xifan's side. Fortunately, Feng Xifan did not embarrass him, and Bishop Leslie was able to escape smoothly.

After leaving Feng Xifan's side, Bishop Leslie saluted St. Anthony and hurried down Razor Peak, for fear that St. Anthony would leave him to fight against Immorton and Feng Xifan.

Don't look at Bishop Leslie's light magic attainments, and he was born in the St. Paul's line, which is in charge of the Inquisition, but he doesn't have much actual combat experience, and the usual achievements are also based on the other party's intimidation of the power of the Church of Light.

At present, St. Anthony's crown led the ascetics to fight against the two masters of the Pritz Kingdom, this kind of high-risk battle is not something Leslie can mix, after receiving the order of St. Anthony's crown, Leslie ran straight down the mountain without looking back, and there was absolutely no intention of stopping.

When Bishop Leslie ran away, St. Anthony said to Feng Xifan and Immorton slowly: "There is another powerful warrior, it seems that King Pritz really values us! Unfortunately, for the sake of the Church, I have to leave the two of them, so that they will not spoil the actions of the Church!"

After hearing this, Immorton smiled, stood up with shaking the muscles on his body, and said loudly to St. Anthony: "Then I can only regret to tell you that for the sake of the Kingdom of Prizz, we have to leave all of you behind, so as not to break the rules of our Pritz!"

"Heh!" Hearing Immorton's words, St. Anthony couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect that in this situation, this bald man would dare to be hard-mouthed, and sure enough, he was a muscular warrior who didn't know how to judge the situation between the enemy and the enemy at all.

And behind Immorton, Feng Xifan whispered to Immorton: "Beware of that ascetic leader, don't look at him as weak, but his skills are strangely tight. ”

Whether it was St. Anthony's disdain or Feng Xifan's soft reminder, it could not stop Immorton's strong desire to fight. Since the beginning of his arrival in another world, he finally seized the opportunity to be able to fight with indulgence and refreshment, and the activities were rusty and rusty, and Immorton was looking forward to a fight.

Before St. Anthony and Feng Xifan could say anything, Immorton roared and rushed straight in the direction of St. Anthony, and at the same time shouted to Feng Xifan: "This leader belongs to me, you solve the others!"

Immorton completely disrupted the situation, and when he saw him rushing over, the ascetics immediately rushed up, and there were many vine and wooden staff flashing with magical light, swinging towards Immorton, and among the ascetics, St. Anthony slowly retreated with the support of the two ascetics, intending to open a safe distance before the reckless man.

Immorton's rush made Feng Xifan secretly scream that it was not good, now is the time when the other party is overwhelming, he should immediately flee and avoid the edge for a while, where can he just rush forward regardless of it, do you think you are the invulnerable pervert of Achilles?