Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 147 Arm wrestling

Gordon was still struggling with the meaningless question "Can muscle size and strength be inversely proportional?", but he didn't notice that the trouble had turned to his side.

It is quite embarrassing to say that a little foreigner girl provoked all the strong men in the local assembly hall.

Even if it's just an arm wrestling match.

Just because you are convinced yourself does not mean that you are convinced from the perspective of the group as well. This group of animals wanted to make a comeback, so their eyes naturally fell on Gordon.

Gordon had spent more than a year at the Minagard Hunter Gathering Hall, and many old people were familiar with him, so he could naturally be considered one of their own.

——The fact that he achieved a perfect victory record in arm wrestling when he was still underage has been talked about for a long time, and there is no doubt about his strength.

Noticing his presence, the Hammer user, who looked dejected just now, immediately gave up his position, shouting something like, "It's nothing for a little girl to win against me. If you have the guts, try beating my big brother!"

Who is your big brother?!

"Compare is compare."

The dragon girl who had just been put down by the referee accepted the challenge without hesitation, but Gordon wanted to turn around and leave.

Winning this competition is nothing to be proud of. The little girl is probably not as heavy as her own big sword. As for losing, well.

Can this be lost?

Gordon, who did not believe in evil, was eventually pinned down on the seat opposite the girl Feng Ying by the crowd.

At this point, there was nothing to refuse, but for the sake of fairness, he still proposed: "Let's take a rest first, you just had a competition."

"No, thank you."

Feng Ying glanced at Gordon with disdain, perhaps considering that the height difference was too big, Feng Ying did not sit down, but stood and looked at Gordon.

"It didn't take much effort on my part."

Beside, the giant hammer user's smile solidified on his face.

Gordon scratched his chin, but Feng Ying had already put her elbows on the table, and her small palm with only four fingers stretched straight in front of him.

This is an active invitation to fight.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly burst into enthusiastic cheers. Many people put aside their sense of honor as so-called "locals" and turned around to cheer for Feng Ying.

"Little girl, fuck Gordon to death!", "Don't be afraid that we support you!" and other cheers could be heard endlessly.

Gordon grinned with toothache. It was obviously you beasts who forced me into the seat, but why did it make me look like a villain who bullied a "little girl from out of town"?

Feng Ying picked up her fingers and looked at him with a hint of provocation in her eyes.

Gordon's heart was inexplicably angry. The little guy in front of him was really a good hand at inciting hatred.

Under the guidance of the referee, the palms of the big one and the small one came together.

Gordon, who had just planned to kill his opponent instantly at the beginning, suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. The opponent's arm was only as thick as two of his fingers. He had to use more force to avoid being broken by others.

Having said that, Gordon still did not dare to let down his guard too much. If the opponent could defeat the giant hammer user, his strength would definitely be real.

Therefore, he chose to respond with a "defensive posture", tightening his muscles, locking his joints, and not taking the initiative to attack, but there was no vulnerability.

Afterwards, Gordon felt grateful for his caution.

The moment the referee called the start, a huge force hit him along the palm of the dragon girl's hand, and Gordon was almost knocked off his feet.

He quickly supported the table with his left hand to stabilize his body, and at the same time, he no longer had any thoughts of humility in his heart.

This guy's wrist strength may not be as good as mine, but it's definitely on the same level as Ted's brother.

Who knows how that slender and petite body can contain such a level of strange power?!

Gordon became completely serious. As a swordsman, he knew how to gather the strength of his body better than ordinary people.

The steel-like muscles all over his body bulged, and the slight disadvantage at the beginning was instantly stopped, and the palm of his hand pressed back slowly but steadily.

Feng Ying pursed her lips tightly, and her eyes changed.

This is the second person she has met since she was a child who can completely suppress her in terms of power - the first is the village chief in Yanhuo Village who looks like a resentful tiger dragon turned into a spirit.

No matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't reverse the decline, and could only watch as her palms were pressed to the table little by little.

The outcome was undisputed and the referee declared the winner.

Gordon retracted his palm, but he didn't have the same enthusiasm as in the past. He always felt that he had bullied a child.

Feng Ying sniffed, lowered her eyelids, folded her hands in front of her belly, bowed to Gordon and the referee, and prepared to leave.

Seeing the girl's downcast look, the onlookers who had been making noises and raising rice crops couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Just when everyone was about to leave and go about their own business, a cold female voice made everyone tremble.

"Now that you have become more capable, everyone is very idle, right?"

The tall dragon tribe women walked slowly, and the "click-click" footsteps seemed to step on everyone's heads. Several staff at the assembly hall wanted to retract their heads into their chests.

——The president arrived.

The president glanced at them, and the crowd suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts. She pointed at Gordon and Feng Ying, who were trying to reduce their presence: "You two, follow me."

After that, he turned around and left.

Gordon and Feng Ying, who could not afford to resist, looked at each other and had no choice but to follow the president and the lady to the office on the second floor of the conference hall.

As soon as the president opened the office door, a big dog with a shoulder height of more than one meter jumped out with a "Ouch!" and threw Feng Ying to the ground. At the same time, it faced her face.

A fierce licking.

"Amber~! Why are you here! Hehehe, don't lick your ears, it's so itchy!" Feng Ying's "rebellious" face melted away, and she giggled and ruffled the big dog's shiny hair.

Gordon looked at the big and muscular dog named "Amber" curiously.

Different from ordinary large dogs, its limbs and neck muscles have obvious lines and appear more powerful. The cloth armor on its body and the crescent-shaped blade hanging on its side are not what you can see on ordinary pets.

This should be a tooth hound.

Gordon has long heard that hunters in the Western Continent like to tame toothhounds as hunting partners, just like his hunting cat Pork Chops.

Perhaps they are not as smart as the Elle clan of orcs, and they cannot freely use various hunting tools like Elle cats.

But they are extremely brave and loyal. While they can attack monsters without fear, they can also carry hunters on their backs and move at extremely fast speeds. They are indispensable helpers for hunters in the Western Continent.

"Okay, stop playing now and come here." The voice of the president's lady sounded again.

Amber stepped aside obediently, Feng Ying stood up and wiped the saliva on her face, then moved in front of Madam President in small steps, standing side by side with Gordon, seeming a little embarrassed.

"Just over there in the pub area."

"I took the initiative to ask for the competition, and I lost to this gentleman, that's all." Feng Ying said first.

"Um."

The president lady nodded and ignored the matter.

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "What, Mr. President, can I leave now?"

"No, keep it."

Gordon: "."

(End of chapter)