The two behemoths stared at each other, neither of them moving, and the air was filled with the smell of slaughter.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound of lightning and thunder in the sky. The balance was broken in an instant, and the two monsters let out a cry of rage and hugged each other.

The furious bear relied on its height and strength to strike its head against its opponent to overturn it, its claws flapping vigorously, leaving deep scratches on its shoulders and belly.

The ogre is cunning and experienced in combat. It held on to the entrance of the cave, not in a hurry to attack, but continued to dodge left and right in the narrow terrain to exhaust the opponent's physical strength, and its right hand reached for the inside of the cave, where there was hidden an ironwood stick, which was the weapon that had harvested countless lives.

Seeing that the claws could not be used, the berserk bear suddenly pulled the opponent's head, and the sharp teeth bit the ogre's forehead, and gurgling blood instantly emerged from its head. The ogre howled and kicked his right leg violently, kicking it several meters away.

In a life-or-death situation, the ogre finally figured out his weapon. It is a stick-like object in the form of a hammer, filled with iron nails and barbs. The corners of its mouth drooled, its cheeks trembled with excitement, and the wound looked even more hideous.

The furious bear tasted flesh and blood, and became even more frantic and violent, and pounced on the ogre again. Before it could get close, it was slashed out by the opponent's ironwood rod and smashed on its cheek.

In an instant, a piercing sound of bone cracking sounded, and the left side of the berserk bear's face and eye sockets were shattered by the blow, and the flesh was blurred and the hair was scattered, and it was covered in an instant.

The ogre was unforgiving, clenching the iron stick in both hands, waving wildly, whining, and repeatedly striking the opponent's head. The furious bear's bones shattered in an instant, and the brains were mixed with blood and splattered, leaving a shocking red and white trail on the rocks around him.

Sensing that life was leaving it, the Berserk Bear rose to the last of its might, grabbing the other man's shoulders and crushing him all the way forward. The ogre struggled desperately, but the force that erupted before the other party's death was so great that it couldn't break free, and its back was scratched by broken wood and branches. A sharp twig pierced its waist and abdomen like a knife, and its intestines were picked out. It was so angry that it struck like crazy with its ironwood stick, and finally smashed the berserk bear's head to pieces!

The ogre dropped his rod and gasped for breath, struggling to return to the cave to rest. Suddenly, it felt an unbearable sharp thrust in its chest, and its whole body could not help but cramp and tremble. It looked down and saw the tip of a long sword piercing through its left chest, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

It turned out that the little warrior saw the two monsters fighting for their lives, and quietly got up from the water, and then the shadows of the trees moved forward. Taking advantage of the ogre's victory over his opponent, he drew the long sword at his waist and accurately pierced the opponent's heart from behind!

The ogre turned and saw the little warrior, a small opponent who hadn't reached his chest yet. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and gritted his sword hilt, trying to pull the sword out of his body, his golden hair and frowning brow looked like a person, but he couldn't remember anything. The ogre swung out with a backhand, knocking the little warrior out in one fell swoop.

The little warrior folded several small trees and sat up, unable to contain the huge pain in his chest, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then ran quickly towards the depths of the forest. The ogre gasped, drew his sword from his back, and threw it to the ground. Completely enraged, it struggled to stride forward in the direction of the other man's direction, ignoring the fatal wounds on its body.

The little warrior stumbled forward in a panic, and the ogre's face was full of hideousness, and his left and right hands kept separating the trees that stood in his way, getting closer and closer to him. Just as it was about to slap the opponent again, the little warrior quickly pounced forward and rolled a few times. The ogre felt a limp under his feet, and suddenly fell into the trap of the pit.

Seeing that the ogre was in ambush, the little warrior immediately used the power scroll he picked up, and his strength increased several times in an instant. He lifted the boulder high above him and smashed it into the pit.

The ogre slumped to the bottom of the pit, pierced through his chest by several sharp stone points and broken branches, and his previous wounds were shattered, and his whole body was bleeding and dying. At this moment, the boulder fell down with a thousand strengths, and it could no longer resist it, and was crushed under it, and let out a desperate howl. The stone kept falling, and its cry became weaker and weaker. Eventually, the pit was filled with boulders, leaving the ogre beneath forever.

As he was dying, the ogre finally remembered that this little warrior looked so similar to the middle-aged and majestic blonde warrior he had killed not long ago.

The little soldier lay on the ground panting as if his strength had been drained, letting the scorching sun rage overhead. At this time, everything around him began to spin, and He Jinshui's soul suddenly returned to his body......

Outside the window, the dwarven patriarch Orlando and the shaman master Ulla were drinking tea and admiring the moon in the corridor not far away, while observing the movements of He Jinshui's room.

Orlando remembered his grandfather's deathbed instructions, and couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts. He looked up at the bright moonlight, estimated the time, and couldn't help but ask loudly, "Daddy, do you think He Jinshui can pass that test?"

Ula was like an old monk in a trance, his wrinkled face was full of traces of time, and he slowly replied after a while: "I see that this son is determined and flexible, and there may still be people who want to pass!"

Orlando continued, "It has been an hour since the incense of the soul was lit in his room, and it is estimated that it will be six hours by tomorrow morning. My grandfather also cleared the level in six hours, so there's no way he'll break this record, so why don't we come back early tomorrow morning?"

"It's fine. Ullah also felt that waiting here for a long time was not an option, and that if he failed, he would have to sleep for at least three days before he could wake up. Orlando stood up and told the servants to pack up and leave. He accidentally grabbed his arm, and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered, making a crisp sound in the quiet night sky.

At this moment, the window of He Jinshui's room opened suddenly, and his angry voice came to everyone's ears: "The third watch doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, what kind of trouble, and does he have a sense of public morality!

Orlando and Uramian looked at each other, speechless in shock. It took Kyle, the barbarian god known as both civil and military, to successfully clear the level, and he didn't expect that this handsome black-haired boy had already reached the test in just one hour. What is his origin? Is there a providence in the dark, or is it the will of a barbarian god who is attached to this young man?

Orlando walked away with his hands behind his back and without looking back. No one knew that he, who seemed to be expressionless at the moment, had set off a monstrous wave in his heart, which finally prompted him to make up his mind!