How can this be a life-and-death fight?
It's clearly a cat-and-mouse show!
A "priest" in a clerical robe is using the purest strength and the most basic fighting skills to manipulate a violent high-level warrior!
All the street thugs around who witnessed this scene felt a chill down their spines, and their eyes looked at Mark with unprecedented fear.
This guy is not a priest at all, he is a ferocious beast wearing a robe of holy light!
Grom became more and more frightened as the fight went on!
The violent power and heavy weapon suppression that he was proud of were completely useless in the face of the opponent's seemingly simple but perfect dodge, block and heavy counterattack.
What frightened him even more was that, from the beginning till now, except for the initial use of the Holy Light Armguard, the opponent had not used a single professional skill!
There is no holy light shock, no divine judgment, no healing prayers... only the most basic holy light blessing and close combat!
What does this mean?
This means that the other party did not regard him as a real threat at all, and even disdained to use his true strength!
A cold despair instantly gripped Grom's heart.
He instantly realized that what he kicked was not an iron plate, but the abyss!
Unfortunately, Grom naturally didn't know that the 'priest' he was facing was neither a simple clergyman nor an ordinary single-professional.
Under the vision of the Soul Harmonizer, Mark could clearly perceive the movements of his thoughts.
Without seeking a quick kill and with the level gap between the two sides not being too big, Mark could naturally toy with him easily!
"Roar!" Grom let out an unwilling roar and swung the hammer with all his strength, forcing Mark to take a half step back.
At this split second, a fierce light flashed in Grom's eyes.
By turning around to relieve the force, he suddenly took out a walnut-sized black stone engraved with twisted runes from the leather bag at his waist with his left hand, and crushed it without hesitation!
“Buzz!”
A blindingly pale light instantly burst out from the broken rune stone!
The light was so intense that it far exceeded ordinary flash magic. It brought with it a strong mental impact, like an invisible needle piercing the vision and spirit of everyone present!
As a veteran who can reach the boss level.
This was his trump card that he used to save his life during his years in the underworld.
[Blinding Screech Rune Stone]!
Not only does it cause blindness, it can also instantly impact the soul, causing people to fall into a short period of dizziness!
"Close your eyes!" Anna reacted extremely quickly, and the emerald green natural magic instantly formed a thin mist barrier in front of her eyes.
Monica narrowed her wine-red eyes slightly, and the [Ring of Truth (IX)] shone faintly, as if it instantly analyzed the wavelength of the light and easily filtered out its visual impact.
Enzo subconsciously covered his face with his thick arms and cursed.
However, Mark, the core target of the light burst, just raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Playing with Flash in front of Holy Light? Idiot!" Mark's voice was full of teasing.
He didn't even close his eyes!
The condensed holy light covering his arms and even his eyes flowed slightly.
Like flowing golden liquid, the strong light and mental shock that were enough to blind ordinary people, when they hit this layer of pure holy light barrier, it was like a drop in the ocean, only causing a tiny ripple on his body surface, and then it disappeared into thin air in an instant!
His eyes penetrated the bright light and locked onto Grom's back as he turned and ran away.
"He's trying to run!" Anna also caught Grom's movements through the mist barrier.
"Chase him!" Monica's voice was cold and decisive. "He's a local tyrant, and his head is filled with the information we need!"
Grom burst out with all his potential, like a frightened bull, knocking aside the debris and several frightened minions in his way.
Without looking back, he ran desperately towards the even more desolate and dangerous buffer zone outside the black street!
He had only one thought, escape!
Escape from the monster in the robe of holy light!
The farther you run, the better!
Mark smiled contemptuously, pulled out the cross stuck in the ground, and instantly shrank it back into a necklace and hung it back on his chest.
His movements were smooth and natural, without any sense of urgency in pursuit.
"Come on, lead the way."
Mark waved to Monica and the others, his tone as relaxed as if they were on a picnic.
The four members of the team started up instantly, moving as fast as ghosts, easily following behind the fleeing Grom.
As they are favored by God, their basic attributes are actually far superior to those of ordinary professionals like Grom.
This gap may not be obvious at a low level, but it becomes more and more prominent at a high level.
This is also the reason why there are so many high-level professionals in the Holy Light Church, but only a dozen of them are truly well-known to the public.
Mark's team was much faster than Grom's, but they were not in a hurry to catch up. They just followed slowly, keeping a distance from him.
Like the most patient hunter, he drives the frightened prey towards the predetermined slaughterhouse.
Grom panicked and tried his best to escape from the black street, crashing through low bushes and stepping through dirty puddles.
He didn't dare look back and could only run with all his strength. The breath behind him, like a maggot on his tarsal bone, made him terrified.
Gradually, the surrounding environment became more desolate and silent.
The charred earth replaced the mire, and the air was no longer filled with the simple smell of blood and mud, but a sickening, stale smell of death mixed with rust, bone meal, and deep-buried earth.
Scattered on the ground were no longer fresh fragments of weapons, but pieces of armor that were so rusted that their original appearance was almost unrecognizable, broken huge animal bones covered with moss, and broken skulls half-buried in the black and red soil that occasionally made hollow and crisp sounds when stepped on.
The twisted dead trees looked like dying giants, their gnarled branches stretching towards the gray sky.
The ground was bumpy and uneven, with deep pits left by huge impacts. Some of them were filled with dark red sewage, which glowed with a strange phosphorescence in the dim light.
Here is a vast ancient battlefield ruins on the outskirts of Lor Swamp.
The scars were left behind by the brutal battle between humans and orcs many years ago. The passage of time and the erosion of the swamp could not completely erase the mark of death that was deep in the land.
Grom finally ran out of strength, his lungs gasping like a broken bellows, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he could no longer move a step.
He leaned against the remains of a huge broken spear that was as thick as two people could hug and stuck in the ground, and looked in horror at Mark's team that appeared not far in front of him as if they were strolling in the garden.
Mark brushed off the nonexistent dust on his priest's robe and grinned at the ruins filled with the aura of death before him. "You've chosen a good place. It's quite quiet and suitable for questioning."
He clenched his angular fists together, and the condensed holy light covering them slowly lit up again, appearing particularly dazzling and dangerous in the dim ruins of the ancient battlefield.
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