Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Amos, who was surrounded by five strange faces, was not fast, and could even be described as slow.

But Gordon could see that the opponent's slowness was not due to the limitation of his own strength, but deliberately slowed down his movements - he was imitating the "heavy" feeling when using a big sword.

But even so, Amos, who faced successive attacks from the odd-faced tribe, still showed a relaxed attitude like a fish in water.

He can always avoid the attacks of the odd-faced clan at the most extreme time and with the smallest movements.

During this period, he even had time to give an explanation to Gordon and the others: "Rolling has a longer evasion distance, but also has greater flaws. When facing small or particularly sensitive monsters, use them with caution.

In similar situations, clever use of foot movement and small sideways movements can be more effective. "

Hayata looked like this before, but Gordon, who understood the difficulty, didn't know how to react for a while.

"Well"

The eyes know it, the brain knows it, but the body doesn't.

"The speed of the big sword is very slow, and the monster will not stay in place and let you cut it." Amos sideways dodged the left and right attacks of the two strange face tribes one after another, and carried the Taidao on his shoulder like a big sword.

This is the action of preparing to charge up and slash.

"So, what you need to do is, predict!"

As he spoke, Amos suddenly turned to the side, and slowly slashed down the "big sword" in his hand.

Under the surprised gazes of the two Gordons, as Amos swung the sword, a strange face seemed to be waiting to hit the blade, and just jumped to the empty position.

"Gah!?"

The strange face was obviously also frightened, and it only had time to let out a scream before it turned into two hoarfrost corpses under the ice-blue blade of the white ape.

"An excellent swordsman can store power in a seemingly meaningless position, and then wait for the monster to send the key point to the heavy blade that he has accumulated for a long time, and severely injure the prey with one blow."

Swinging the long knife horizontally, forcing the remaining strange faces back, Amos looked at Gordon, "Do you understand?"

Gordon swallowed secretly.

The technique that Amos showed him was simple and simple. It was nothing more than predicting the movement of monsters in advance, but the question was, how to achieve this level of predicting the future?

"You don't need to be obsessed with 'how to do it', let alone imitate it with high ambitions. This is the result of qualitative changes after countless combat experiences. Now you only need to have this concept in your heart."

While explaining, Amos regained his posture, "Look at this again."

As he said that, he slowly waved the sword in his hand again, "It can be seen that you already have the basic concept of using inertia to increase the coherence of your moves with the big sword.

But this is not enough, you have to learn to control the inertia and bring it fully under your control, instead of being dragged away by the inertia. "

Gordon tried to open his eyes wide, watching Amos first swing his sword in the air, and then from his feet and legs, to his waist, back, shoulders, and even his arms, he adjusted layer by layer and exerted force little by little.

The blade, which seemed to be out of control, gradually returned to control with the movements of his whole body, and finally folded a strange arc, cutting across the throat of a strange face with precision and grace.

The angle, strength, and timing are all perfect.

"The big sword focuses on strength, but you can't completely abandon the skills. Remember, you must control the inertia, and don't let the weight of the big sword control you instead."

The successive deaths of their companions made the remaining three odd-faced people more cautious, and their offensive slowed down.

And Amos, who had completed the purpose of the teaching demonstration, also lost the interest in continuing to deal with them, his pace and sword speed suddenly accelerated, and several sharp cold lights disappeared in a flash.

Almost in an instant, the three odd-faced tribes all fell to the ground, turning into corpses exuding freezing air.

Gordon couldn't help swallowing again. Is this the strength of a high-ranking swordsman?

"Don't forget, control inertia."

Amos flicked off the frosty blood on Bailu Naki, sheathed the knife, and walked towards the two of them.

"It just so happened that two more came, and these guys are handed over to you, try."

"oh!"

Feeling that he seemed to have realized something, Gordon, who just had some itchy hands, put his hand on the hilt of the big sword behind his shoulder, and strode forward.

"Pig Chop, you don't need to join the war yet."

The pork chop that was about to follow stopped blankly, and looked at Amos, who was passing by Gordon, with some hesitation. Seeing that the latter nodded his jaw, the pig chop, who was still a little tangled, had to scratch his beard. Back to Hayata.

Facing the odd-faced people jumping out from the bushes and shadows of the trees, Gordon swung the Explosive Knife horizontally, but as expected, he missed it.

The agility of these little things was definitely among the best among all the monsters he had dealt with.

If he followed his previous habits, he should remove the excess inertia after cutting horizontally and switch to other sword styles.

But this time, he tried to lower his body, and in an awkward posture, at about knee height, continued to swing the big sword horizontally in a circle according to the inertia.

This is just the right angle to slash at the odd-faced clan.

It's a pity that he cut through the air again, and was even staggered by some out-of-control explosive knives because of his unreasonable movements.

"Tsk, no, that's not the case."

Gordon was stunned, and rolled in embarrassment to avoid the attack of the odd-faced people who seized the right time, and opened a distance.

"Brother Gordon, is he okay?" Hayata, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but worry a little when he saw Gordon's flustered look.

Also worried about the pork chop on the side.

It held the cat pick tightly in its little paw, as if it was ready to rush up to rescue its master at any time.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you have to go through some dangers before you can grow." Amos stopped the pork chop, "The two odd-faced people won't do anything to him."

On the other hand, seeing that Gordon was not as difficult to deal with as they had expected, the odd faces suddenly became bolder.

Gordon dodged left and right, while experiencing and practicing what Amos called "small dodge", while thinking about how to make better use of the inertia of the great sword.

Maybe?

Gordon slashed out with his sword again, and the strange-faced tribe screamed and leaped away, then jumped forward again—after a short fight, they had already discovered the shortcomings of the big sword's blunt and straight attacks.

But this time, Gordon neither continued to swing the sword to relieve the inertia, nor did he roll and dodge to avoid the attack. Instead, following the weight of the explosive knife, he took a big step forward and slammed into the body of the big sword at the same time.

Iron Mountain!

There was a muffled sound when the shoulder armor collided with the sword face, and the broad sword blade of the Explosive Knife was suddenly injected with new power, rushing forward like a giant shield.

"Bang!"

Attacking head-on, the odd-faced clan that leaped into the air happened to collide with the broad and hard sword of the Explosive Knife. Under the violent impact, its mask and even its bones were shattered in an instant.

At the same time, a strong wind blew up behind his ears, and another strange face that sneaked around behind him also took the opportunity to launch an offensive.

Gordon bared his teeth, and there was a hint of ferocity in his eyes under the blood-stained mask.

He stretched out his hand to catch the half-dead Qimian tribe's calf at the bottom of the Great Sword and Iron Mountain in front of him, turned around and smashed it behind him like he was swinging a hammer.

"Quack!"

Amidst the screams of the Qimian tribe and the sound of bones breaking, the battle came to an abrupt end.