By the time Allen brought back a fat exotic beast from the dense forest, there was no trace of the Holy Lord on the surface of the water. Allen stared blankly at the surface of the water for a moment, then smiled and ignored the Holy Lord. He started to skin the exotic beast, restarted the fire, and placed the meat on the wooden rack he made to roast it.
There was no day or night underground. Calculating the time, it should be late at night on the surface, but it was still as bright as before. Allen ate half of the exotic beast's meat in one go and finally let out a sigh of relief. Allen hadn't had a good meal during the days he was being chased by Frius. It was normal for him to go four to five days without a drop of water, let alone having a full meal like now. Even at his level, food had become dispensable. However, eating delicious food was always a pleasure. At the same time, it reminded Allen that he was still a human. It seemed like an unimportant question, but Allen was unusually insistent. He felt that if he ignored this question one day, he would forever lose something beautiful.
After filling his stomach, he prepared to sleep, leaving the remaining meat for tomorrow. At this moment, the sound of water splashing could be heard. The Holy Lord had actually returned. Allen thought it was going to attack again, but the fellow's eyes lit up as it stared at the remaining meat. Allen couldn't help but laugh. He pointed at the meat and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
The Holy Lord didn't stand on ceremony. It used its remaining pincer to pick up half of the exotic beast and threw it into its mouth. It swallowed it in a few bites. The Tyrannosaurus extended its tongue and licked its lips, looking like it hadn't had enough. The Holy Lord stared at Allen, who shook his head. "There's no more. If you want to eat it, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
He walked to a large tree and plucked a large leaf to cover himself. Allen lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
The Holy Lord's eyes darted around, as if wondering if it should take the opportunity to attack Allen. However, it was probably because it was thinking about the meat. In the end, it glared at Allen and quietly dove back into the water.
Allen opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the water. He muttered, "At least he's not stupid."
The next day, Allen used a sharpened piece of wood to fish on the beach. After a few stabs, ripples appeared on the surface of the water. The fishes in the water were startled and swam away. Allen looked at the surface of the water helplessly. The Holy Lord popped his head out and exchanged glances with Allen.
Allen complained, "You scared my fish away!"
Holy Lord tilted his head. It was unclear if he understood Allen's words, but his big head retracted back into the water. About ten minutes later, it came back. Big Head opened his mouth towards the beach, and forty to fifty fresh and plump fishes slid out of his mouth, jumping around on the beach.
Allen glanced at it and smiled. "Not bad. You're much more efficient than me."
After a while, a fire was lit on the beach. Allen skewered the fishes with branches and placed them next to the fire to roast. Dozens of fish surrounded the fire. Allen was quite busy. When he finished roasting them, Holy Lord in the water could not help but climb up to the beach. It turned out that its lower body had a pair of legs, so it could move freely even when it was on the ground. It climbed to the fire and used its giant pincer to pick up four to five pieces of roasted meat and threw them into its mouth. It did not even take out the branches that skewered the fishes and swallowed them together with the fish.
Allen only ate two fishes. The rest went into Holy Lord's stomach. Looking at the giant beast, he realized that the pincer arm that he had chopped off yesterday had regenerated. It seemed that this fellow's regenerative ability was not weak.
After eating the roasted fish, Holy Lord let out a low cry. Its voice was filled with satisfaction. Its eyes were not as fierce as yesterday. It even became a little lazy. Allen did not intend to let it eat and drink for free. He jumped up and gave it a light kick. "Big guy, spar with me?"
Holy Lord tilted its head. It was obvious that it did not understand what Allen meant. Allen shrugged and raised his hand to point at Holy Lord's new pincer arm. The Holy Lord immediately remembered that he had been killed by Allen yesterday. His eyes immediately burned with anger, and he started to howl.
"That's right." Allen revealed a malicious smile and kicked Holy Lord's body. Holy Lord was kicked away and rolled a few times. This time, Holy Lord's ferocity was completely ignited. It raised its giant pincer and smashed it at Allen without any care. Allen took a deep breath and dodged the Holy Lord's ferocious attack without a trace of smoke or fire. When he smashed a sand pillar on the beach behind him, he had already cut into the space near his body. He pressed his palm on the giant beast's carapace and suddenly exerted his strength!
Allen recalled Frius's battle movements and techniques while punching and kicking Holy Lord. Unknowingly, he gradually merged with Frius's figure in his memories. Allen completely forgot himself. In the end, he no longer deliberately imitated Frius's movements. Everything was done as he pleased.
Suddenly, he heard a sorrowful cry. By the time he came back to his senses, Holy Lord had already collapsed. Looking at the giant beast's body, cracks of various sizes had appeared on its thorny carapace. Bluish-purple blood was seeping out of many places. Holy Lord's mouth was foaming, and its eyes were rolling back. It had actually been beaten unconscious by Allen.
This time, it was unconscious for even longer than yesterday. It only woke up after five or six hours, shaking its head. When it woke up, it smelled the fragrance of meat. When Holy Lord opened its eyes, it first saw two roasted beasts and then Allen. It immediately shrank back. The appearance of such a huge creature shrinking its head was as funny as it could be. Allen shook his head and said, "I was too heavy-handed during the day. These two things are yours."
Thus, a strange scene appeared on the island.
A giant beast was carefully curled up on one side of the beach, eating two delicious roasted beasts. Not far away, there was a bonfire, and a human was lying beside it. If the cave barbarians were to see this scene, they would definitely not dare believe their eyes. The giant beast they revered as a god seemed to be afraid of a tiny human. It was simply inconceivable.
Two days later, Allen fought Holy Lord again. This time, the battle was even shorter. Although Holy Lord's new pincer had already grown out and had recovered a little, Allen's attacks were even fiercer. In less than half an hour, Holy Lord directly retreated into the large lake and refused to come out no matter how Allen tried to goad him. In the end, smoke rose from the beach, and the big fellow's head popped out.
On the fifth day, Holy Lord sent over a pile of live fish in the morning. After eating the roasted fish, he immediately slipped away. The giant beast had learned its lesson. It knew that it couldn't beat Allen no matter what, so it simply avoided fighting. Allen was both angry and amused, but he didn't force the giant beast to fight. In the past few days, he had basically familiarized himself with his current strength. His combat skills had also improved, and he was getting closer to perfection. That big fellow had rough skin and thick flesh. It was fine for Allen to familiarize himself with his strength, but it was far from being used as a whetstone.
Allen let Holy Lord go. In the next three days, he trained on his own. He used the most basic combat skills, which meant that every move and every style had to be repeated over a thousand times. Just watching him train was enough to make the giant beast fall asleep from boredom. However, Allen completed every movement meticulously. Through this kind of training, he completely mastered his own strength.
On this day, Allen threw a rock up, and the moment the rock fell, he quickly pointed with his finger. The rock exploded into countless pieces. However, Allen didn't seem satisfied. He threw a second rock and pointed with his finger. This time, the rock didn't explode, but directly turned into powder.
It was unknown how many rocks were thrown up. The giant beast, who was used to following Allen, felt hypnotized as it watched the rocks jump up and fall. Just as it was about to fall asleep, Allen pointed at another falling rock. This time, the stone didn't turn into powder. It landed on the beach intact, but Allen revealed a satisfied smile.
The giant beast was puzzled. It was so bored that it spat out a wisp of blue light at the stone. The blue light bullet hit the stone, and the stone cracked. The giant beast was stunned. There was nothing in the stone. It was like a peeled fruit, but the flesh inside had disappeared.
"This move, let's call it Destruction." Allen smiled. In the past few days, he had added another move to his "Ten Moves" battle skill. However, Destruction wasn't a specific move. To be precise, it was a way to circulate Origin Energy. However, by using fists, feet, sabers, and swords, the Origin Energy that erupted would not spread. Instead, it would concentrate in an area and constantly collide, creating the power to destroy everything inside.
At present, the precision of destruction that Allen could control was the volume of that stone. The smaller the precision of destruction, the greater the destructive power. If that finger hit Frius, the Paragon would vomit a mouthful of blood.
Of course, the front lift had to hit, and it had to pass through Frius' defenses. However, no matter what, this move of destruction already possessed the power to threaten a Paragon!
It was another night. This time, Allen roasted five exotic beasts for the Holy Lord. The big fellow happily finished eating two and was about to attack the third, but Allen used a stone to bounce its giant pincer back.
The Sacred Lord glared fiercely at Allen, but then he seemed to recall how terrifying Allen was. His eyes dimmed and he looked at Allen with some resentment. Allen said unhappily, "I'm leaving tomorrow. There's probably no one to roast for you in the future. So you can keep the rest for tomorrow, understand? "
Regardless of whether the Sacred Lord understood him or not, Allen fell asleep. Looking at the light emitted by the crystal cluster above his head, he thought about how he would fight Frius tomorrow. He felt that he was well prepared, but he didn't dare to make any assertions about the outcome of this battle.
In the end, Allen decided not to think about anything and closed his eyes to sleep.
At six o 'clock the next morning, Allen woke up from his sleep and found that only the skeletons of the exotic beasts remained. He shook his head. After stretching, Allen walked towards the beach. He planned to dive into the water and retrace his steps. He didn't know if the cave had collapsed. If it collapsed, he would have to dig his own way out.
At this moment, the sound of water rang out, and the Sacred Lord poked his head out of the water. Allen said unhappily, "There's no food today.
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The Sacred Lord actually nodded and gestured for Allen to climb onto his head. Allen was surprised and said, "You want to send me out?"
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