God's Feast

Owl was not sure he could beat the Stone Monkey, but he had waited so long and worked so hard for this Armored Tiger meat. How could he possibly let the monkey have it?

He slowly advanced. The Stone Monkey took another bite of Armored Tiger meat, seemingly oblivious to the danger, and instead looked at him curiously.

Don't be fooled by the Stone Monkey's innocent act.

Owl knew the Stone Monkey's nature very well. This was merely a disguise.

In truth, Stone Monkeys were extremely sensitive to scents. How could it not know this meat already belonged to someone?

It was like an animal entering another of its kind's territory. There was no way it could fail to notice. After all, every territory bore the marks left by its owner, and that strong scent constantly reminded any intruder that this was someone else's home.

Owl tightened his grip on the Yearblade Moon-Sword Staff and abruptly struck, sweeping the long staff toward the Stone Monkey's temple.

The Stone Monkey did not block the blow. It felt that this strike could not hurt it, just as the Greatsword Hunter's sword strike had failed to kill it.

Thud!

With a dull impact, the Stone Monkey's eyes rolled back. It toppled onto its back and lost consciousness.

Owl's hands tingled slightly from the recoil. Looking at the unconscious Stone Monkey, he smiled in triumph.

Although he still did not know the Yearblade Moon-Sword Staff's secrets, it was indeed the strongest weapon he had ever obtained (not counting the Chaos Golden Mace). He really did not believe the Stone Monkey's skull could be tougher than a weapon that snapped swords so easily.

He walked up to the Stone Monkey, raised the Yearblade Moon-Sword Staff, and smashed it down more than a dozen times, only