Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

After the rules are established, there is no need to talk too much about other things.

After the order was determined by rock-paper-scissors, the young man took the lead in carrying the sledgehammer and walked towards the Daimyo Shield Crab Mechanical Beast.

Instructor Elu, who was in charge of the operation, also activated the mechanism. The mechanical beast clamped its pincers, and white foam came out of its mouth, imitating the Daimyo Shield Crab that found its enemy in nature to a 70% similarity.

There is nothing much to say about the battle process.

In the eyes of top strong men like Gordon, the young man's moves, steps, responses to "monster" attacks, and grasp of the timing of attacks, etc., are still very immature in all aspects.

But his basic skills are quite solid, and his physical fitness can be regarded as excellent among his peers.

If he were thrown in front of a real Daimyo Shield Crab, he would probably be beaten so badly that even his mother would not recognize him, but as an apprentice hunter, he is already fully qualified.

Even if he takes the assessment now, the assessment tasks such as defeating five big wild boars or velociraptors will definitely not be difficult for him, and he can easily be promoted to a one-star hunter.

His strength is worthy of his status as one of the leaders of the training camp students.

The five-minute attack time ended, the whistle sounded, and the iron barrel youth rolled to avoid a swing of the crab claws, retreating to distance himself.

"Twenty-seven effective attacks!" The student in charge of counting reported the number.

The iron barrel youth wiped the sweat from his face and smiled.

The swordsman instructor beside him also nodded with satisfaction.

On average, the effective attack frequency is about once every ten seconds. This result is quite outstanding. It is difficult or even impossible to achieve in real combat.

In real combat, it is normal to not find a chance to draw a weapon for several minutes.

But this result at least shows the youth's solid basic skills.

Next, it was the turn of the tall and thin youth named Brandley to play. Fufu whispered something in his ear. Brandley smiled and nodded, and entered the field with a training heavy crossbow equipped with a shield.

Most of the students, including the iron barrel youth, had not reacted yet, but Gale and other instructors rolled their eyes fiercely.

Bradley came to a distance of 30 meters from the target and stopped moving forward. This is the attack distance that heavy crossbowmen are most adapted to.

Then, he set up the heavy crossbow, half-crouched down, and entered the crouching shooting posture.

Instructor Elu, who was responsible for operating the mechanical beast, had a subtle expression.

The most common attack methods of this Daimyo Shield Crab Mechanical Beast are only a few, swinging its claws horizontally, smashing with its claws, rotating on the spot, and spraying water cannon.

The most important thing is that the mechanical beast is fixed in place with a chassis and can only rotate but not move. (Refer to the Rise Training Ground)

When Bradley stopped at that distance, the only attack method that could threaten him was water cannon.

Considering the safety of the students, the power of the mechanical beast's water cannon is far less powerful than the breath of the real Daimyo Shield Crab. At a distance of 30 meters, the power is even more severely attenuated.

The heavy crossbow with a shield can easily defend against it.

The battle entered garbage time from the beginning. Bradley did not move a step, using crouching shooting and ammunition belt feeding to continuously output high-frequency firepower.

Instructor Elu could only symbolically fire back with a water cannon. At this distance, the former had enough time to enter a defensive posture and resist the attack.

The young man's face turned green. After the longest five minutes in his life, the student in charge of counting reported the result.

"Effective attack, 172 times!"

There were no more because Bradley only brought 180 rounds of ammunition, several of which hit the water cannon and were washed away, and the rest were all effective hits.

Lost

He was careless and stepped into the trap of that woman, but what can he do? Bowing and admitting defeat is embarrassing, shouting and making trouble is even more embarrassing.

He could only lead his companions to the group of Fufu with a dark face, lowered his head, and bowed hard.

"I lost this time, we admit defeat!"

Two seconds later, he straightened his back again, stared at Fufu and said seriously: "Next time, I won't let you play this trick again."

Fufu looked indifferent.

Next time? I'll tease you in a different way next time.

"Okay, okay, we've watched enough of the fun, it's time to train and go to class!" Gale clapped his hands vigorously and shouted to drive away the students who were watching.

The onlookers dispersed one after another, the shooters of "Supernova" laughed and laughed, and the musclemen of "Brave Iron Fist" could only turn around and leave with full of resentment and frustration.

Fufu's eyes rolled.

"Hey! That iron barrel!" She shouted at the backs of the group of muscular men and women.

The iron barrel youth turned around angrily, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Francesca! What else do you want?!"

Seeing this, Brandley and others hurriedly protected Fufu, fearing that these bull-like guys would rush over in a fit of anger.

Fu Fu pushed aside the archers blocking her way, scratched her ears, and said with a pout: "Why are you yelling so loudly? I'm not going to cause any trouble for you."

As she said that, she waved at the iron barrel youth, with a mysterious smile on her face, "Good thing, come here, this time it's a big favor."

The iron barrel youth frowned and stared at Fu Fu for several seconds, and finally decided to trust her once, leaning closer to her.

Fu Fu turned her head and glanced at Gale and others who were waiting for her at the edge of the training ground, and whispered: "Did you see the people around my mother?

Don't worry about the younger one, she's my good sister. As for the other two, if you don't ask for their autographs now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

The young man looked over there suspiciously.

That was a family of three. Let's not talk about the younger one. Although the couple was in casual clothes, they were both very powerful hunters, as you can tell from their physique.

As for how powerful they were, they didn't wear any equipment, so it couldn't be seen from their appearance.

It looked like she had a good relationship with Instructor Gale, so she should be a high-ranking hunter, was she invited by the instructor to visit, or to demonstrate teaching?

Wait?!

Some kind of guess jumped into the young man's mind.

Fufu said that the girl was her good sister, which meant that the relationship between the parents of the two families should be very good, and their ages and appearances could match. Could it be true?

He turned his head sharply to look at Fufu, as if he was going to throw his head off.

Fufu bared her small white teeth, "Yes, they are the two you guessed. "

His heart couldn't stop beating wildly. The young man who was always bold and brutal, and looked like an iron barrel, became shy at this moment.

He hurriedly arranged the student light armor on his body, rubbed his face, and touched his short hair, which was almost as short as nothing, "My hair is not messy, right?"

The group of muscular students behind him all looked like they had seen a ghost.

"It's not messy, it's very energetic, go quickly, don't make too much noise, and don't let too many people know, or a large group of people will gather around and annoy those two." Fu Fu gave a thumbs up.

"Okay, okay, I understand!"

The iron barrel young man nodded quickly, and did not forget to turn around and tell his group of men, "Follow me later, be alert, don't make a fuss. "

After saying that, the iron-clad young man no longer paid attention to the confused muscles behind him, turned to look at the giggling Fu Fu, and nodded seriously.

"Like you said, I owe you a favor."