Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 856 Why is the sword of courage red blade?

Author: It’s a puffer fish

Chapter 856 Why is the sword of courage red blade?

His heart was beating violently, but his spirit was unprecedentedly clear and peaceful.

This is the first time she has successfully entered a state of courage in actual combat.

The so-called sword energy, refining energy (groove), momentum, fighting spirit, and air blade all refer to the same thing, and they are also the absolute core of the life of Taito users.

Master Yamos once told her that her sword energy was extraordinary.

Colder, sharper, more destructive, but also more difficult to control.

The "Red Blade Fever" back then was the negative effect caused by the impact on sanity when Qi refining reached its peak.

Later, through a long period of practice, improving concentration, strengthening control, and "weight-bearing training" for contracting dragon disease, I finally got the problem of red blade fanaticism under control.

But it's just control, not a complete solution.

When her aura (Qi refining tank) is condensed to its peak, she still has that fanatical impulse in her heart to kill like crazy regardless of everything.

It's just that this impulse is firmly suppressed by reason and will not affect actions and judgments.

But the moment you truly enter the state of courage, everything seems to be different.

Gordon once told her that the state of courage means absolute control. The mind, body, and even the ethereal momentum and energy will be completely under control.

She couldn't understand this feeling originally, but now, she understands.

The sword energy was still as cold as a blizzard, but it no longer felt like it was out of control and affected my emotions. Instead, it became like a body or an arm, as natural as a matter of course.

A blue air blade that has never appeared before appears on the blade of Night Sword [Moon Shadow]. (Qi refining tank in courage state)

However, as the fierce sword energy continued to be injected, the blue air blade dissipated and was replaced by a dazzling scarlet color.

It is very similar to the red blade when its momentum reached its peak in the past, but it is more controllable and stable, as if the fiercely churning water vapor has turned into hard ice.

A flicker of doubt flashed in Hayata's mind.

Ever since Gordon perfected and created the "Style of Courage", there have been quite a few tachi users among the Ryuryakuin Hunters who practice this way, and there are also many who have succeeded in it.

They did mention that after entering the state of courage, the air blade will become calm and solid, turning into a stable "pale blue".

Why are you so popular here?

It should be no problem, huh.

"Jiiya——!"

Mantis, who was chased and slashed several times by Gordon, let out an angry scream.

The sword arm waved continuously, temporarily forcing Gordon back, and the thick abdominal joints were swung forward, and several large balls of semi-condensed sticky thread enveloped the hunters in front in a fan shape.

Gordon immediately slipped to avoid it. This kind of attack usually doesn't have much power, but if it gets caught, it will be tightly entangled in the ball of thread, which is very dangerous.

Just when he was about to move forward and continue to attack, he suddenly saw from the corner of his eye that Hayata did not choose to retreat, but swung his sword to face the ball of thread.

How can you use a sword to attack such a semi-liquid attack?! The blade will stick!

Gordon opened his mouth to remind.

Anhil stopped and prepared to cover and shoot. Pandan, who was wandering around, also took out the cancel fruit, and Meow screamed and wanted to rush over to help.

However, with a flash of red sword light, the large ball of sticky thread that flew in front of Hayata was neatly cut into two halves.

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At the same time that he was relieved, Gordon couldn't help but "tsk, tsk" twice.

This description may be a bit exaggerated, but at that moment, he seemed to see some shadow of Master Samantabhadra cutting the thunder dragon's breath from Hayata.

"what is that?"

The relieved Gordon continued his offensive and asked loudly.

He was really curious.

Staying together every day, he knows very well how strong Hayata is.

It is true that she can split a sticky thread like that with a sword slash, but it seems impossible to say that she can do it so neatly without even a trace of slime sticking to the armor and the sword blade.

"Courage!" Hayata replied simply.

"That's it." Gordon exclaimed.

The courageous style he created on the basis of his predecessors has become one of the most popular hunting styles among Ryūryūin hunters. Naturally, Ginbian's companions are also following this path.

Anhil, who has a calm personality, was the quickest to pick up the game. He told him the key points of "courage" and the guy figured it out after thinking about it and practicing for a while. He laid the foundation for the courage-style heavy crossbow.

Feng Ying's progress has been rapid. This guy has a strong personality and is brave enough, but he has never been able to take the step of completely calming down and refining his courage. The shield and ax of courage are still as elusive as the moon in the mirror.

As for Hayata, he thought Hayata's progress in courage style would be rapid.

After all, the many practices and efforts she put in to solve the problem of "Red Blade Fever" overlapped greatly with the refinement of courage.

Unexpectedly, more than half a year passed before she finally crossed the last hurdle.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

"Suppress it in one go!"

While Yinbian and Ge Mantis were fighting fiercely, the elite hunters led by President Zheluo finally arrived near the mill.

There was thick smoke billowing from the fire in the middle of the road, and the acrid smell of gunpowder smoke and sulfur in the air made people almost cry.

Zheluo looked up.

The mysterious ancient dragon, which chased after the dragon consciousness ship and circled around the smoke column for a long time, spat out the last breath of blazing dragon flames and finally felt a little impatient.

Under the temptation of the aroma of food, it finally gave up on its slippery opponent who had never really attacked it, lowered its head and focused its attention on the mill.

There is food buried underneath, a lot of food.

Flying for a long time with such a huge body consumes a lot of energy. Coupled with the continuous spitting of oily breath, it has long been hungry.

After letting out a menacing roar at the spiraling dragon consciousness ship, the mysterious ancient dragon flapped its wings and slowly lowered its height.

It couldn't dive. With its size and weight, the only result of folding its wings and diving was to hit the ground with its head like a giant meteorite.

The wing membranes of the ancient blue and black dragon were as tattered as rotten cloth, full of holes, but its wings were wide enough, and the strong wind it stirred up made the hunters below unsteady.

This is almost beyond the scope of the so-called "wind pressure". Not to mention free movement, the only thing the hunters can do is to lie on the ground and hold on to the grass roots firmly to prevent themselves from being blown away by the strong wind.

"It's coming down!" a hunter yelled.

Everyone knew this, and he was just venting the fear in his heart.

"Hold still and hide!" Perhaps because of his short body shape and the sledgehammer behind him, President Zheluo lay down quite steadily, "After that guy lands, don't rush to get up and attack.

It should be here to enjoy a big meal. How can we not let our guests have a good meal when they come all the way to Metabetate?"

"Hahahaha!" Asa took the lead in laughing, "Make it delicious! Eat more!"

The hunters laughed together, and the laughter became louder and louder, even though President Zheluo's joke was not very funny, even though everyone felt more like crying than laughing at this time.

But anyone with a little experience knows that this is the best way to relieve fear and tension.

"What the hell are you laughing at?!" Pork Chop's head emerged from the ground.

"Have the condiments for the delicious meal been served to the guests?" the old hunter asked loudly.

Pig Chop scratched his ears and followed this metaphor and said: "It's ready, meow, the guest will have diarrhea in half an hour, meow."

"That's good, diarrhea, hahahaha!"

(End of chapter)