Gudin squatted on a branch with dense branches and leaves, converging his breath to the extreme, and his eyes looked through the gaps between the leaves and towards the groups of beasts patrolling around below.

"Strange, strange beasts are active so frequently these days, it seems like they are looking for something? Moreover, the plant monsters that feed on the flesh and blood of strange beasts do not attack them anymore... Could it be that something happened?"

This is the fourth day that Guding rushed to the location of the demon tree. From the second day, Guding discovered abnormal activities of the strange beasts. In the past few days, there are strange beasts patrolling almost every distance.

"Can it be caused by us trialists?" Guding vaguely felt that this matter was related to his intruders.

His guess is indeed not far from the facts.

What Guding didn't know was that it was just in these three days.

Nearly half of the 37 trialists have been hunted by powerful beasts and tribes, and the remaining less than 20 people are left. Among the less than 20 people, most of them are also being hunted down. Among them, there are members of the Gooding Pirates Group.

...

Bigger has been hunted for the past few days.

At the beginning, he accidentally discovered the slaughtering plant monsters in a small-scale tribe. He found that Bigg was extraordinary, so they were not stupid. They did not take action directly, but directly informed the tribe's Holy King.

So the Holy King led his team to surround Bige.

Although Bigg is just a Saint Lord, his strength is far superior to that of an average Saint Lord after all. Moreover, he has obtained a lot of law fragments in the past few days, which has made him more diligent in his strength, and he is only half a step away from entering the level of the Saint King.

Although he was unable to defeat the Holy King, he escaped from the siege designed by the Holy King.

After a few days, he fled while fighting, but his injuries became heavier and worse. Under the pursuit of the Holy King, he had no time to heal his wounds.

On this day, he was chased by the Holy King again.

"Big guy, you can't escape this time, so you don't have to struggle without any unnecessary struggle." The Holy Lord grinned at Bigg from a distance with a scattered shawl blue hair, thin body, and wearing a set of green armor that looked almost rusty.

Bigg ignored it at all and rushed towards the distance.

"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin!" The blue-haired Saint King also accelerated suddenly, several times faster than Bigg, and quickly chased Bigg.

Realizing that the two were getting closer and closer, Bigg suddenly turned around and swung the knife in his hand to slash out. The knife drew a huge space gully in the void, like a rushing river, blocking the steps of the blue-haired Holy King moving forward.

"Hmph, you have used this move three times, and you escaped from me three times. Do you think I will have no way to deal with it this time?!" The Blue-haired Holy King snorted coldly.

Then, he reached out with a grab, turned into a giant hand in the void, pressing down on the torn space crack.

Afterwards, he actually stepped directly on the giant hand of the divine source, used it as a bridge, passed through the cracks in the space, and chased Bigg again.

Bigg, who was about to turn around and escape, was obviously stunned when he saw this scene.

But just as he was stunned for a moment, the Blue-haired Holy King had already appeared in front of him and blocked his way.

"I finally caught up with you, big guy!"

Bigg's brow frowned, and his hand holding the hilt of the knife gathered strength again, but his eyes were nailed to the Blue-haired Holy King, and he did not dare to relax at all.

The Blue-haired Holy King did not seem to be in a hurry to attack him, but said to him, "Although there have been not many battles in the past few days, I probably know your strength. Under the Holy King, there are probably few people who are your opponents. Moreover, your talent in the sword path is probably one of the best in the world you are in."

"I, Lampard, are a talent-loving person. As long as you are willing to surrender to me, you will follow me to eat delicious food and drink spicy food in the future, and you will have whatever you want..."

"Not interested. If you want to do something, hurry up and stop talking!" Bigg refused directly before he could finish his words.

"If you are a person, you have desires. You can't wait to get what you want, right? If I can provide you with what you want, can you consider surrendering to me?" Lampard still didn't give up.

"You can't give me what I want! Don't worry about your lips or tongue." Bigg

"You might as well listen. Maybe I can really provide you with it? You know, Lampard is quite prestigious in this world." Lampard's confident expression was full of confidence.

"I want to search for the most unique ingredients in various planes, and make these ingredients into delicious foods on my life menu. Then, pass on this menu. Even if I die one day, the food I created can still be tasted by future generations." Bigg said and looked at Lampard, "And have you been to other planes except this small world? Since you have never been to it, how can you achieve my wish?!"

After hearing Bigg's words, Lampard's face suddenly became ugly. Being subject to some special rules, unable to leave this small world is something Lampard is the least willing to listen to people. Bigg's words are simply a slap in the face.

"Submit, or die! You only have one choice. I hope you can make the right choice!" Lampard forced his anger to suppress him. He really wanted to subdue Bigg, a powerful general, because he knew that once Bigg grew up, the future was limitless.

"Then let's fight!"

Bigg held a long sword in each hand and looked at his opponent calmly. Knowing that he had no way to escape, he calmed down more and more. In a vague sense that this battle was most likely an opportunity for him to break through to the level of the Saint King.

"Achieve the Holy King? I just don't know if I can last until that moment... However, the captain said that when facing any enemy, you cannot be afraid. Being timid is equivalent to admit defeat to the enemy." Bigg looked up at his opponent Lampard, "Even if the opponent is the Holy King, so what? Today I will use him as my whetstone and become the Holy King in one go!"

Thinking of this, Bigg's originally somewhat depressed fighting spirit began to rise wildly, like a tsunami under the storm, or like an erupting magma... In almost the blink of an eye, his fighting spirit rose.

Even Lampard, who was standing not far away from him, was a little surprised for a moment, "What happened? Why did his fighting spirit suddenly rise?"

"war!!!"

With a loud shout, Bigg actually held two swords and took the initiative to hit Lampard.

"Hmph, I don't know what's wrong!" Lampard snorted coldly and rushed towards Bigg...
Chapter completed!