Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

蛱蛱 looked at Feng Ying with a "swish" and at the same time tightly grasped the bone flute hammer that she had collected from various dragon bones and made by herself.

The intention was too obvious. Although she didn't speak, every move seemed to say:

Let's go! Go and kill that big guy!

"Don't be impatient."

Feng Ying, who was always impatient, didn't expect that there would be a day when she would be the one to persuade others not to be impatient. "The fight hasn't started yet. That guy doesn't look easy to mess with, but Xiao Zi is not a vegetarian either."

The research class leader also said: "Look at the position of its wing roots and chest. That's where the Feng Piaolong's cryogenic glands are concentrated.

If it is a special individual like the Frost Wing Feng Piaolong, there should be frost condensation, but it doesn't, proving that it is most likely just a larger ordinary individual.

In this regard, the purple Feng Piaolong has an advantage."

"But. OK." 蛱蛱 lay back in the snow nest, but his hand did not release from the weapon.

Feng Ying smacked her lips and retracted her gaze.

I just think that the way the 蛛蛛 trained Xiao Zi is quite contradictory. On the one hand, it strengthened its wildness, and asked me for help to give it various combat training. On the other hand, it was afraid that Xiao Zi would be injured in the competition.

Is this strict or doting?

Surrounded by the dragon group, the purple wind dragon was a little nervous, but not scared.

Since that night, it knocked the ice dragon from the air to the ground. After a scuffle, it was stabbed by several tails and a full-power extreme cold breath. In the end, it survived and recovered.

It felt that no matter how strong the wind dragon was, it was just like that. Could it be more terrifying than the ancient ice dragon?

Facing the leader of the wind dragon, Xiao Zi roared back.

"Jijia——!"

The already restless wind dragon group suddenly exploded.

A wind dragon with a body size similar to Xiao Zi fluttered its wings and flew into the air, waving its sickle-like claws and tearing towards Xiao Zi.

If this claw had grabbed firmly, it would not have ripped its belly open, but it would have torn a deep wound on its body with blood and flesh turned outward.

This was a small lesson from the Wind Drifting Dragons.

If the purple Wind Drifting Dragon had endured this claw without resistance, it would not have been able to leave this frozen canyon intact today.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is a common trait of any wild creature.

The purple Wind Drifting Dragon certainly understood all this. Facing the tentative attack of the dragon group, it jumped up without hesitation, avoiding the claw attack and knocking the Wind Drifting Dragon to the ground.

"I can knock over the Ice Curse Dragon, but I can't kill you, a jerk?!" Feng Ying, who was watching the battle from a distance, waved her fist vigorously.

At the bottom of the valley, the purple Wind Drifting Dragon was waving its wings, and the freezing liquid was splashed out. Large pieces of sharp ice rose from the ground, and other nearby Wind Drifting Dragons were frightened away.

Then, it clawed hard again.

The opponent's relatively soft chest and abdomen were easily torn apart by this claw, and blood gushed out, dyeing the white snow red.

The wind dragon wailed and struggled, trying to escape, but was stepped on the head again.

"Jiya——!"

The purple wind dragon didn't even look at the poor creature under its claws. It stared at the leader and screamed again.

The wind dragon group was more agitated, but no one dared to come up this time. They all retreated and made some space.

The intention of this strange-colored outsider was very obvious.

It came here to challenge the leader.

Crouching on the huge rock, the huge leader Feng Piaolong tilted his head and looked at the strange fellow in front of him seriously.

"Wow? Interesting woman." Feng Ying dubbed the leader Feng Piaolong.

The research class leader: "."

It was obviously a battle for status that was destined to be cruel.

The winner will become the leader of the tribe, while the loser can only accept exile in disgrace, and may even be regarded as a threat by the leader and killed on the spot.

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On the other side, the face of the hooded 蛛蛛 was covered by shadows, making it difficult to see her expression.

She is usually cute and cheerful, but now she exudes a gloomy aura, and the flash bomb mounted on the projector has been unplugged.

After her special training, Xiao Zi knows how to avoid the damage of the strong light of the flash bomb.

She is ready to give the leader Feng Piaolong a blow when the battle reaches a critical point.

"See if you die or not"

Listening to the dark muttering of 蛛蛛, the research class leader sighed.

From the perspective of a scholar, if possible, he still hopes that this challenge can proceed normally.

Instead of a flash bomb or a wind dragon flying out in the middle of a fight.

"Ho-ga!"

"Ji-ga--!"

The leader Feng Piao Long and the purple Feng Piao Long roared at each other at the same time.

The battle was about to start.

For flying dragons that are good at air combat, height and initiative are particularly important. They fluttered their wings, rose into the air, and rushed towards each other at full speed without leaving any spare energy.

"Boom!"

The two flying dragons collided violently.

The huge collision sound made people doubt that they were not elegant creatures with the reputation of "air dancers", but two rude and rough horned dragons.

In the face of this most primitive attack method, the advantages of size and strength are absolute.

The challenger, who was a whole circle smaller than the leader Feng Piao Long, inevitably fell into a disadvantage and almost couldn't maintain the flying posture and fell back to the ground.

The leader Fengpiaolong doesn't care about the age and gender of the challenger. After the collision, it started the pursuit without hesitation.

The giant claws, which are much more powerful than the previous Fengpiaolong, tore and clawed at Xiao Zi.

Once caught by these giant claws, it is not as simple as just a few wounds.

The half-meter-long claws will dig deep into its body, and it will be clamped tightly like a weak floating dragon, and perhaps it will not be able to break free until death.

At that time, the 蛱蛱 wanted to fire a flash bomb, but Feng Ying took the lead and held his hand down.

"Why are you in a hurry? Do you think our previous special training results are all fake?"

"Li——!"

With a sharp whistle, Zi Fengpiaoluo turned his wings, like a slippery swaying eel, and drilled under the leader Fengpiaolong, avoiding the attack that was enough to decide the victory.

"Don't compete with it in strength!" The frightened and cold sweating, the 蛛蛛 could not help but jump up and shout, "You are more flexible! Strike!"

"Why do you still need the trainer to command?" Feng Ying muttered, dragging the 蛛蛛 back to the snow nest.

Fortunately, the attention of the wind dragons in the canyon was focused on the battle in the air, otherwise, if this shout continued, it might be exposed.

The attack failed, and the leader Feng Piaolong roared and continued to chase.

The challenger who seemed to be fleeing in panic suddenly turned around, flapped his wings, and a large piece of frost was swayed, covering the former's huge body.

The challenger's move was really beyond the leader Feng Piaolong's expectations. It was not seriously injured by this little freezing liquid, but its eyes were fascinated by the frost, and it was inevitable that it was a little flustered.

It quickly stopped chasing, suspended in the air, and shook its head vigorously.

The purple wind dragon took the opportunity to speed up, increase its altitude, and then folded its wings, and dived towards the opponent at a high speed.

The sound of strong wind from above made the leader Feng Piao Long aware of the danger.

It tried to dodge, but it was still half a beat too late. The purple Feng Piao Long, which continued to sway frost, passed by it like a silver shuttle.

The sharp claws cut several deep wounds on its side like a reamer.

"Gaya!" The severely injured leader Feng Piao Long screamed in pain and tried to maintain his flying posture.

The challenger repeated the same trick, opened a little distance, and then fluttered his wings to speed up and attacked again.

"Kill it!" The 蛱蛱 cheered.

Just when the two were about to cross each other, the leader Feng Piao Long, who was severely injured and had his vision blocked, and seemed to be completely at a disadvantage, suddenly jumped up, without dodging or avoiding, and raised his huge claws to meet it.

The challenger's frost-wrapped claws cut dozens of new wounds on the scarred body of the leader Feng Piao Long.

The leader's claws and wings also grabbed the challenger tightly, and the two struggled and fell to the ground.

"It's terrible!"

Feng Ying quickly jumped out of the snow cave where she was hiding and rushed to the bottom of the valley where the leader and the challenger fell. "Isn't that guy a battle-hardened individual? He can fight back accurately even with his eyes frozen?"

In this most primitive struggle, the advantages brought by size and strength are absolute.

If the challenger cannot get rid of the entanglement, failure is inevitable.