The Pig King is so brutal!
Countless battles in the past have proven this.
Fighting alone, no ogre is a match for him.
Could their husband, "Big Iron Fist," be the first exception?
The ogre sisters were unsure.
They weren't the foolish ogre mothers who only cared about eating and having children.
Both sisters had human blood.
Compared to other ogre mothers, she was not only more beautiful, but also more thoughtful and far-sighted.
The sisters had already made a private plan.
In case things went wrong.
Even if it meant risking her husband's wrath, she would rush forward to help him deal with the "Iron Tusk"!
Alan stood with his back against a large oak tree.
His arms were folded across his chest.
He gazed calmly across at the Boar King.
He had long seen the worries in his wives' hearts.
But he kept silent, and there was no need to comfort them.
Ten steps away,
The Valley Boar King was panting heavily.
This ferocious boar was a full five meters long from head to tail.
It stood over two meters tall at the shoulder.
It was a majestic physique, a formidable force. Even grown ogres would be outmatched!
The Boar King's most formidable weapon.
It wasn't the pair of blood-stained, scimitar-like fangs.
The dense bristles, stained with solidified mud and rosin, resembled a natural armor.
This was the most difficult aspect for the Iron Tusk to counter!
Alan had already tested this in the previous rounds of battle.
The Iron Tusk's bristles, combined with the mud and sand attached to them, provided a combined defensive capability equivalent to level 7 natural armor.
Under normal circumstances, even an ogre with a club would struggle to penetrate such heavy armor.
Not to mention that Allen was unarmed. The boar king seemed to sense this advantage, roaring and pressing forward.
Alan could see the beast gathering strength.
It was about to unleash all its might in a thundering attack.
With its tusks, it would pierce Alan's belly, instantly killing him!
It wouldn't give the two female ogres a chance to intervene!
"Hehe..."
Facing the roaring, charging boar, Alan sneered.
He unhurriedly loosened his trouser straps.
His abdominal muscles clenched into a single mass.
He slowly raised his right hand, clenching his fingers into a fist.
At this moment, the ferocious boar was only half a step away from him.
Its sharp tusks were almost touching his skin.
From behind him came the screams of the ogre sisters.
At the same moment, however, Allen vanished.
Hound-like stride!
The ferocious boar missed.
Unable to break its momentum, it crashed head-on into the tree behind Allen.
Bang!
The tree trunk, thick enough for two men to hug, was broken by the ferocious boar's headbutt.
The left tusk dug deep into the tree trunk.
It couldn't be pulled out for a moment.
Alan appeared to the right of the ferocious boar.
With an expressionless face, he strode forward and unleashed a fierce punch!
He activated his "Bone-Piercing Force," infusing it with ten times the magic power!
BANG!
His fist struck the ferocious boar's ribs firmly.
The sand and resin clinging to its bristles instantly exploded!
Crackling!
The sound of the boar king's ribs shattering merged into one continuous crack.
Like beans frying in a hot iron pot.
The force of his fist pierced through skin and bone, reaching deep into his internal organs.
Like an invisible blender, it yanked and crushed furiously!
Instantly, the beast's entrails were tangled into a mess.
Alan retracted his fist and stepped back.
He opened his mouth and exhaled.
"Whoosh..."
The breath from his mouth transformed into a white arrow.
It hurtled straight forward, dissipating only three meters away.
Bang!
The boar king's mountain-like corpse toppled over.
The two pigs stared wide-eyed. Thick, black blood gushed from his nostrils, ears, and mouth.
The ogre sisters were stunned.
Before they could even move to help,
Their husband had instantly dispatched the Boar King with a single blow!
What terrifying power was this?!
It was beyond their imagination.
After calming his breath, Allen strode forward.
He planted his foot on the boar's neck, grasped a tusk with one hand, and with a sudden force, broke it at the root.
The Boar King's so-proud "iron tusk" had thus become his trophy.
Allen raised his tusks, beat his chest, and roared.
The roar echoed through the valley.
The birth of a powerful ogre chieftain!
Inside and outside the valley, the other ogres heard Allen's roar.
They were all horrified.
And from deep within their hearts, they felt a surge of admiration for their new chieftain.
In response to Allen's roar, the ogres raised their arms, beat their chests, and roared.
In this uniquely ethnic way, they pledged their allegiance to their chieftain.
The roars of his compatriots echoed in his ears, and Allen's lips curled slightly.
He had slain the Boar King and won over his people.
These two achievements were all just fantasies of "Big Brother" during his lifetime.
Now he has transformed the ancestral spirit's ambitions into reality.
The rewards of this meditation session will surely be substantial.
In addition, Allen has also verified something.
Just as he can bring the skills he learned in meditation into the real world,
The same is true in reverse.
The martial arts he has mastered in the real world, including "Hound Step" and "Bone-piercing Strength," can also be brought into the meditation world.
In this way, he strengthens the ancestral spirit he plays!
A stronger ancestral spirit will find it easier to fulfill the wishes that were unfulfilled in his lifetime.
This, in turn, allowed Allen to gain even greater benefits from meditation, rapidly increasing his cultivation level and strengthening his attributes and skills.
This cycle continued like this.
A positive feedback loop formed.
Allen was very satisfied with this state of affairs.
Good times were yet to come!
…
The first snowfall on Quinte Island heralded the arrival of the new year.
Allen sat in the last row of the classroom, by the window.
He gazed out the window, calmly watching the snowflakes dance.
It made no difference whether he listened to this arithmetic review class or not.
However, the other students in the class dared not let their attention wander.
The final exams were approaching.
That kid Robin actually skipped classes for two days in a row.
He really isn't afraid of failing the course...
At noon, Robin arrived at school.
He looked troubled.
"Hey, buddy, why do you look so down?"
Alan walked over to greet him.
"Hey, Alan," the Orion's son forced a wry smile. "Lend me your notes."
"I never take notes," Allen said with a smile, his hands in his pockets. "If you really need them, I'll borrow them from Beatrice. Our class monitor is always happy to help the underachieving students."
"Yeah," Robin replied listlessly.
Allen was about to ask if he was in trouble.
Suddenly, his expression changed.
A series of system prompts echoed in his mind.
Beep—
"A Level 3 toxin has been detected!"
"Insufficient sample, unable to identify!"
"A unique ingredient has been detected!"
"Insufficient sample, unable to identify!"
…
"Interesting..."
Alan stroked his chin.
The look he gave Robin became strange.
The moment he approached Robin,
The Gluttony System detected two unusual auras from the boy.
The scent of a Level 3 toxin.
And what concerns Allen even more...
Special ingredients containing "potential"!