Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"And you will also be just as it is said in the scriptures..."

Looking at the guy with a distorted expression who seemed to be falling into self-madness, Quest took a deep breath and suddenly rushed up with a stick.

"You got two things wrong, sir." Compared to the opponent's pure fist and palm martial arts, the shadow ability mixed in between attacks made Quest seem less "pure". But because of this, when he launched the attack, the opponent did not seem to react immediately. It was not until a stick shadow broke out from the dim light that the weird monk who was immersed in his own emotions woke up from a dream and fought back. "First of all, you haven't learned anything from the classics at all."

"And secondly, I seem to understand that your teachers are unwilling to teach you skills."

With a dull "bang", Quest seized the opportunity when the opponent counterattacked. The originally steady attack rhythm suddenly changed, and one end of the iron-clad stick hit the opponent's head firmly. At that moment, Quest keenly noticed that another distorted face "flashed" from "Yelena"'s face for a moment.

"Is it really just a transformation? That means your martial arts are not that pure..."

"What did you say?!" The distorted face that appeared in a trance under the stick suddenly wavered. The enemy of unknown origin stared with a pair of dim yellow eyes, staring at the tiefling's face, "What do you know! You don't understand anything!"

"They are just a bunch of old-fashioned people! They hold on to their pathetic prejudices and are unwilling to -"

"No, you're wrong." Faced with the fierce counterattack, Quest was no longer as difficult to deal with as before, and even had the leisure to talk to the other party, "That has nothing to do with being conservative. The power of the monks is not groundless. Just like the mage needs to study arcane models and the priest needs to study doctrines, the monks also have their own theories to comprehend. Only by understanding the true meaning of the body, soul and the 'qi' flowing in the world can we go further on the road to the future."

"And there is no complicated reason why you are not allowed to teach. It's just that you failed the coursework."

If it were Ron, he would most likely yell, "Asshole, what have you realized?" Unfortunately, Ron is not a monk, and Quest could only think of this kind of aggressiveness - lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.

The other party had been resentful about past events for who knows how many years, but in fact it was only because he did so poorly in his academic subjects.

"You're talking nonsense!" A sharp cry pierced the night sky, and the violent storm that had just caused Quest to suffer serious injuries broke out again with the dancing of the figure. However, this time, Quest took the opponent's attack steadily, and even saw every move of defense and counterattack clearly.

The energy in his body was flowing endlessly, blending seamlessly with the environment, making it impossible to attack him. "This? This is impossible!" The dry mouth under the dim yellow eyes screamed, "No one has ever been able to survive this move of mine! How could you do this?!"

"That's because almost no one can withstand a second round of your attacks," Quest's voice sounded from the shadows, "You haven't 'got it'."

When facing the fatal attack for the second time, Quest could no longer feel the almost suffocating pressure. In his view, the opponent's method was a kind of ability similar to the first sight kill. People who faced such an attack for the first time would be caught off guard and easily caught in the flaws, thus being brutally killed. But if they could "luckily" survive the first round, the rest would be nothing but show.

This strange monk of unknown origin is not so much strong as he is strong, but rather his "one move" is strong, because apart from this move...

"Crude and shoddy," Quest said, and once again seized the opportunity to trip the opponent, interrupting his entire attack momentum. Quest understood: now he was in his rhythm. But... something seemed wrong.

"Show your true face!" the monk shouted, and the physical and mental blows hit the opponent's body and mind at the same time, but it failed to completely free the opponent from the shadow spirit's transformation. No matter how hard he tried, there was only that malicious face staring at him.

“You can’t do it!” The intruder who was beaten to the point of being unable to fight back screamed. His entire body was fading away. No matter how the tieflings tried to stop him, they could not reverse the process. “You can’t do anything! Is this what you call ‘understanding’? What a joke!”

"In my opinion, you are the one who has not understood - what my master said is the truth! You are just as stubborn as those old guys!"

"Continue to guard this territory that is no different from a ruin! I will return to my master's side and watch your destruction at the last moment!"

The stick fell on the opponent again, but Quest felt like it was hitting dead flesh. At the same time, as the dim yellow eyeballs gradually lost their vitality, the "truth" under the shadow spirit's appearance gradually emerged.

It was a corpse. Quest was confident that he would not make a mistake. It was a dried corpse that had been dried for who knows how many years. It was true that the other party used a transformation, but that was not the whole of his disguise. His real body was not here at all. The only thing that was fighting against him should be his will and this flesh and blood that had obviously been processed and adjusted for a long time.

Quest made a swipe of his stick and put away his weapon. He looked at the pool of flesh and blood under the lamp, no longer suppressing the injuries on his body, and vomited a dark red blood with a "wow".

Even if he had seen through the opponent's weaknesses, there was no way to remain completely unscathed - it was true that the monk had embarked on the evil path, but he had gone too far on that evil path.

But it doesn't matter, since he dared to appear in Green Swamp Town, this is the end of his evil path. Quest narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction along the light. That was the direction where the other party's will escaped, but he couldn't stop it, and he didn't have the energy to stop it.

Someone will stop you.

"How do you feel? Do you need to wake Ron up?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him. Quest looked back and saw a pair of lake blue eyes staring at him.

She looked exactly like Gillianice Galannod, even her temperament was the same, but at a deeper level, Quest noticed the difference between the two.

"I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while." Quest shook his head. "Sir Ron and his men also fought a tough battle. Let him have a good rest."

"Have you caught it?"

"Part of it," Gillianis nodded. She stretched out her hand, and a face was twisting and changing in her palm like mist, trying to find a way to break through and escape, but it was in vain. "There is the shadow of the lich behind him. Before confirming his true form, I can't keep him intact." (End of this chapter)