Chapter 2002 Old Griffith Family

"…" The Goddess of Death was able to stand up without any problem. She might be blown away, but the skeleton had protected her from the fall.

After regaining her composure, she looked up, finally seeing the one who blew her away.

"I see… I never saw you or experienced your strength. I guess, you are the Fist Saint." The Goddess of Death narrowed her eyes.

"!!!" Of course, she wasn't the only person that saw him. Many soldiers and cameras had captured his face as well.

"What? How could the Fist Saint…" Everyone in the command center who saw the Fist Saint was utterly shocked.

And as expected, they all gritted their teeth.

"How can this be?"

"Why is a human attacking our side and helping the monsters?"

"Does he not know that this battle decides humanity's survival?"

The people were angry at the Fist Saint. Normally, even if the Fist Saint managed to kill Theo's group and the enemies, liberating the base, he would be considered a hero. But with this kind of reputation, there was no way they would be considered as one.

However, it was a simple matter for the Griffith Family. After all, they could just rule the entire world with fear as long as they managed to win.

That was why the Fist Saint didn't care about his reputation anymore.

The Fist Saint didn't reply to her. He used his ability to strengthen the air beneath his feet, allowing him to stand in the air. He looked down on the Goddess of Death as if trying to provoke her.

If Hel actually attacked him just like this, it would mean she wasn't worth that much since there were two World Class Monsters and two Saints that were ready to ambush her.

Unfortunately for him, the Fist Saint picked the wrong opponent. He had hurt a certain someone's family.

"I see. It seems that you are tired of living." A cold voice echoed in his ears.

"!!!" The Fist Saint widened his eyes in shock as he hurriedly turned around, trying to punch the source of the voice.

But the moment he turned around, he saw the God of Mischief already standing right before him.

The God of Mischief smiled. He was ready to flick his finger.

Even before the Fist Saint received the attack, he could envision his fate. When the God of Mischief flicked his forehead, his entire body would burst as if it was being ripped apart from the inside.

However, it seemed he was lucky that he had helped the two monsters earlier. Although it was impossible for them to be friends, it didn't change the fact that they had a mutual enemy.

A huge tentacle suddenly emerged from the ground, trying to capture the God of Mischief.

"…" The God of Mischief narrowed his eyes and jumped back once, realizing that the tentacle was made of red slime. It seemed that the slime had recognized his energy. "It's hard to be at the top. Everyone has to pay attention to me."

Yes. The red slime sensed the God of Mischief's energy and recognized him as the biggest threat. He hurriedly used everything he had, including extending a part of his body underground to at least catch him off guard.

Even though he couldn't taste the God of Mischief, the Fist Saint survived.

"…" The Fist Saint's heart skipped a beat as his back was drenched in sweat. He never thought he would foresee his own death from being ambushed.

After reaching this stage, it wouldn't be easy to ambush him, especially when he didn't drop his guard. Yet, he never expected that there would be someone who was capable of doing that in Theo's group. And he never saw that person.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, he somehow became farther and farther away from the God of Mischief as if he was being sucked by something. He thought this was the Original Theo's ability that tried to pull him back to regain some distance.

But he noticed that the slime and even the monsters beneath them had the same motion.

"!!!" The Fist Saint hurriedly looked around and realized the area he was in was actually being dragged by a mysterious force he had never seen before.

He also sensed someone's presence coming toward him at high speed.

"Harden!" The Fist Saint hurriedly turned around and raised his hand, strengthening the air in front of him.

*Cling!*

The Sword Saint's blade struck the reinforced air. The Sword Saint immediately moved back the moment he saw the Fist Saint's appearance, never thinking he would ambush them this way.

He gritted his teeth while releasing a huge amount of energy. This sharp energy overwhelmed the strengthening the air received and began to cut it down.

The Fist Saint hurriedly ducked down as the reinforced air was sliced by the Sword Saint. However, the Sword Saint seemed to be planning something else from this strike.

It looked like he was trying to cut him down in one fine stroke. But the attack was a bit too shallow.

The moment the Fist Saint realized a hidden intention, it was already too late. The Sword Saint had kicked him from the right, blowing him far away.

"!!!" The Fist Saint hurriedly stood up and saw the Sword Saint coming at him.

Realizing that he couldn't take advantage of the momentum, the Sword Saint slowed down a bit.

He said while frowning, "It seems that you have gone insane, Fist Saint. Humans have a common enemy, yet, you choose this side… Although you are a person who bears a grudge, there's no way you can't differentiate between right and wrong."

The Fist Saint smiled as if he wasn't being affected by those words. "You don't have to persuade me, Sword Saint. This is a path I've chosen. There is only one fitting end for me and I'm going to do it."

"Then, I don't need to say anything else. I'm going to cut you myself, Fist Saint." The Sword Saint began to release all his Magic Power.

"Try it." The Fist Saint also did the same, ready to fight the Sword Saint.