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In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed. During these ten days, Russell killed a total of two thousand orc boys, obtained two thousand Great Muscle Man fragments, and synthesized 200 Great Muscle Man and 20 "Invincible Body".

The "Overlord Body" ability increased Russell's size by another two centimeters, bringing his height to 193 cm. He was very satisfied with this. If he could continue to kill the orc boy so easily in the future, it shouldn't be a problem for him to grow to over 2 meters tall within a year.

What Russell didn't know was that his story had already spread among the orcs. After all, more than 2000 orc boys had died at his hands. Even the most foolish orcs would know that there was a human hunting them down.

Moreover, this human is extremely cunning. Sending those simple-minded orc boys to deal with him would only be sending them to their deaths. All the orcs dispatched their elite units, the "Orc Hunters!"

Although orc hunters are orc boys, they are different from ordinary orc boys. They are the most elite hunters among orcs, and their specialty is hunting prey in the jungle.

"Where have all these orcs gone?" Russell muttered to himself, having not seen any trace of orcs for a long time.

Of course, at this point he had no idea that orc hunters would launch an attack on him.

Since we can't find any more orcs in these desolate mountains and wilderness, we'll have to go to places where orcs are more concentrated to search.

Russell was slowly descending the mountain when, before he had even left the jungle, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him.

Russell had no time to think and quickly lowered his head, when a sharp arrow shot past his head.

"Enemies!" he exclaimed and rushed to the side. The sound of arrows whistling through the air rang out as they grazed Russell's body.

Finally, Russell hid behind a rock, and several arrows struck the boulder.

After the shooting stopped for a while, Russell peeked out from the other side and, to his surprise, no enemy appeared.

Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm; an arrow had shot into his arm.

Despite the excruciating pain, Russell quickly fled, slithering away while turning around.

This time, he finally saw an enemy.

A young orc wearing leather armor is shooting an arrow at himself.

This orc boy is no ordinary creature; his arrows are so fast and urgent that Russell has no chance to retaliate.

Russell hid behind another boulder and, enduring the intense pain, pulled out the arrow.

A burst of blood gushed out as the arrow was pulled out.

Russell thought for a moment, then pulled a smoke grenade from his waist, and the smoke quickly enveloped the area.

The orc hunter hiding in the shadows frowned slightly. It could no longer pinpoint the human's location, but it wasn't worried. The human was already injured, and it was confident it could kill him.

Unbeknownst to the orc hunter, Russell had already quietly left the smoke and hidden in a more secluded place.

After the smoke cleared, the orc hunter emerged from his hiding place.

Just as the orc hunter stepped out, Russell pulled the trigger, and a laser beam shot towards the orc hunter's forehead.

Surprisingly, the orc hunter reacted extremely quickly, tilting its head and firing a laser beam at its side.

In a very short time, it located Russell, raised its bow and arrow, and began to fight back.

Both moved quickly, firing at each other as they went, primitive bows and arrows clashing with laser bullets.

The two exchanged fire for a while without inflicting any damage on each other. Meanwhile, the orc hunter had run out of arrows, and Russell's battery was completely depleted.

The orc hunter drew his dagger, and Russell drew his Blood Drinker.

Since neither of them can shoot anymore, let's have a real man's battle!

Both of them stepped out of their shelter. The orc hunter glanced at Russell and said, "You despicable human shrimp, why did you assassinate my people?"

Russell sneered and said: "All orcs deserve to die, including you."

The orc hunter was furious. Although it was furious, it did not choose to charge. Instead, it continued to taunt: "Who will live and who will die today is still up in the air. I know you are very powerful, but I am not easy to deal with either. If you want to kill me, then do it!"

Russell frowned slightly. This was the first time he had encountered such a calm orc boy. Since the orc was not going to attack, he would have to attack himself. However, the wound on his left arm was still throbbing. In his current state, defeating this strange orc would not be an easy task.

Russell brandished the "Blood Drinker" and charged toward the orc hunter.

He moved quickly, rushing to the orc hunter in a few steps, and slashed at the orc hunter's chest with blood in his mouth.

The orc hunter roared and took a step back to dodge Russell's attack, then charged forward, wielding his dagger and aiming straight for Russell's face.

Russell turned his head to dodge, and the Blood Drinker once again slashed at the Orc Hunter's shoulder.

Russell was confident he could hit it this time, but something unexpected happened. The orc hunter dodged once again with agility, and at the same time, the dagger came down towards Russell's chest.

Russell quickly stepped back and exclaimed in surprise.

The orc hunters' strength had exceeded his expectations.

This time, the orc hunter seized the initiative, brandishing his dagger and stabbing at Russell repeatedly.

Russell could only retreat and dodge the attacks of the orc hunters while brandishing the Blood Drinker.

A sense of frustration welled up inside Russell, reminding him of his first one-on-one fight with the orc boy. That time, the strong orc boy had almost killed him, and this time, the enemy in front of him had almost driven him to the brink of despair.

Russell, who was hurriedly backing away, slipped and tripped and fell to the ground.

The orc hunter wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by; he pounced forward, his sharp dagger aimed for his chest.

In the chaos, Russell could only wildly wave the Blood Drinker in an attempt to stop the Orc Hunter's thrust.

The idea was good, but stopping a powerful enemy was no easy task. The orc hunter dodged Russell's swinging dagger as it came down.

"Ah!" Russell cried out as the dagger pierced his left shoulder. Russell's blocking was not without effect; at least it changed the orc hunter's position and prevented it from hitting a vital spot.

The orc hunter sneered: "Human shrimp, your death is near."

As it spoke, it twirled the dagger, and the intense pain nearly made Russell faint.

Of course, Russell was physically strong and wouldn't faint so easily. He quickly used his right hand to wield the Blood Drinker to fight back.