Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 2596 - 2594 Swordsman

Chapter 2596: Chapter 2594 Swordsman

But at this moment, his hands, after continuously clashing with so many Trolls, were uncontrollably trembling. The last slash he made was already an act of exhaustion, otherwise it would not have allowed that Troll to counterattack.

Yet another two Trolls surged towards Ethan Smith.

Ethan Smith almost couldn’t catch his breath from battling these Ogres.

It felt like a full sprint, his body had not yet recovered, now facing these two Trolls.

He couldn’t even control himself to unleash the energy of the Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil from his eyes.

Whoosh!

A flash of blade light streaked past, slicing the knees of both Ogres.

This strike directly carved a deep cut into their knees, and when the two maddened Ogres attempted to charge at the man.

Their knees suddenly collapsed, leaving only ferocious heads roaring in anger.

"Thanks, brother, are you another outsider?"

Beside Ethan Smith, there was a new companion. He held a sword that looked extraordinarily magnificent, much more composed than Ethan Smith’s predicament.

"Grayson, if I get tired, you will take over for me."

He lightly nodded, delivering another strike that severed a Troll’s knee.

"What a terrifying Swordsman, nearly every slash cleaves the Ogre’s knee, yet he retains enough power to not entirely cut through. Once the Ogre exerts force, the knee would break, greatly reducing the threat of the legless Ogre."

Though his arms trembled, his breath remained steady.

Ethan Smith nodded without hesitation. Having an additional teammate at this time was undoubtedly the best, especially since he proactively saved him.

Boom!

Suddenly, the city wall above shook violently.

Nearly twenty Ogres had entered the city wall, followed by ten Ogre-Trolls rushing forward.

Instantly, Hicks’ city wall plunged into a state of Purgatory.

Countless soldiers crazily surged forth, desperately entangling those Ogre-Trolls.

The

These ten Ogre-Trolls couldn’t be withstood by ordinary soldiers. Even if they fought with all their might, they would be smashed into pulp by a simple club strike.

On the giant chariot, the Necromancer who had been seated suddenly raised his Scepter in hand.

He lifted his pale arm, with his fingertips slowly gathering a burning energy. Evil shadows and flames intertwined, forming a scorching fireball. The fireball emitted a flickering red glow, distorting the surrounding air with its heat.

As the Necromancer’s arm fell, the fireball unleashed scorching flames and twisted energy, roaring as it smashed towards the city walls, burning the air into rippling waves.

The Supervisory War Team behind fired together at the dreadful fireball.

"Technique!"

Ethan Smith was utterly shocked, certainly it was the Necromancer taking action again.

This was his first encounter with such a technique after arriving in the Holy Kingdom.

This also made him realize his prior speculations were correct, this Holy Kingdom wasn’t absent of technique, he just hadn’t reached the level of observing the Laws.

With his current strength, he might be just somewhat stronger than lower-level natives.

Moreover, the power of these flames was unparalleled by anything from the lower realm.

Technique driven by Divine Power seemed to have the potential to destroy heaven and earth.

In the sky, flames burned, continuously falling onto the city walls.

Continuously, Supervisory War Team soldiers plummeted, their bodies scorched into charred remains.

This single spell charred around fifty Supervisory War Team soldiers into ashes.

Boom!

An Ogre-Troll had already charged fiercely towards Grayson.

A club swung down fiercely, a dreadful gust of wind nearly blew Ethan Smith away.

"Hah!"

Grayson couldn’t evade, meeting it head-on with a forceful slash.

"No, the power difference is too great! Can’t withstand it!"

Ethan Smith steadied his head, focusing his gaze on the lower right of the Ogre-Troll.

Although he wanted to concentrate the gaze from his Pupil on the knee, temporarily he couldn’t control this immense power, thus only could focus the power on a somewhat larger area.

Boom!

The area observed by the Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil emitted a deep rumble.

The Ogre-Troll’s leg was forcefully slammed by tremendous power.

Its leg broke at a bizarre angle, the iron rod narrowly missing Grayson’s body as it crashed down.

"Thanks."

Grayson also appeared somewhat pale, he almost simultaneously exhausted all strength with another slash.

Though he severed the other knee of the Troll, he was also swept by the Ogre-Troll’s iron rod, flying dozens of meters away.

While over there, three or four Ogres appeared.

Seeing the figure being hurled towards them, they roared an attack on Grayson.

Grayson quickly fell into dire straits, just experiencing that sweeping blow from the Ogre-Troll.

Though not as frightening as a full-strength strike, it far surpassed ordinary Ogres.

Grayson was swept by the force, even if he could gather some Divine Power, recovery was unlikely to reach a fully victorious state.

And even more discouraging, the intense battle over there attracted three more Ogres to join.

In the blink of an eye, he was thoroughly surrounded.

Even if he exerted all efforts to resist the Trolls’ onslaught with his sword, injuries began appearing all over him shortly after.

Several other outsiders without War Armor stood around, all indifferent, not bothering.

Boom!

Grayson’s body was struck again, crashing against an observation deck.

Blood slowly seeped down his face, watching the five Ogres charging at him, yet he showed no expression.

When those Ogres reached before him, his right arm thickened a bit, he swung the blade ferociously, instantly unleashing a powerful momentum.

A blade light shone!

Those five Ogres, their necks and bodies separated completely.

Tiger Wing, sweep across the battlefield!

There was still some strength left, what a terrifying Swordsman, and under the gaze of the Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil, he clearly saw Grayson’s blade didn’t even touch these Ogres.

Blade Energy!

The Swordsman before him had already comprehended the sword’s essence in this Holy Kingdom, which might also be top-tier in the lower realm, otherwise impossible to unleash such a deadly slash in such a short time.

In that brief moment, Ethan Smith had also slain two Ogres.

His body had reached its limit, yet there remained two Ogre-Trolls on this Battlefield.

Grayson’s recent slash seemed to grab their attention, now they dashed toward Grayson.

The iron rod sparked continuously with each scrape against the ground, Grayson struggled to stand.

He faced the Ogre-Troll, without showing the slightest fear.

However, the continuous trembling of his arms revealed to Ethan Smith that he couldn’t possibly withstand this blow.