Monster Hunting High School

Unlike the lively and bustling atmosphere in the stands, the small world of the hunting ground seems much quieter and deserted.

But most of the time, the quieter the atmosphere, the more terrifying it seems.

The wilderness is no exception.

The silence is full of murderous intent.

Whether it is the hawks circling in the sky, or the vultures flapping their wings at low altitude; or the jackals playing in groups in the puddle; or even the spiders weaving webs between dead branches and rocks.

Every creature in the wilderness is silently sharpening its hunting knife.

A lone leopard slowly strolled in the grass, occasionally glancing at the blackbuck in the distance. Unlike its distant relative, the cheetah, this is a hunter that relies on lurking and ambush to capture prey, so it must try to move within a few meters of the prey when the prey is unaware, so that it has a chance to catch the prey in the stab.

Suddenly, the leopard stopped and shook its ears.

It felt a little uneasy.

This instinct had saved its life many times in the past. So the leopard gave up the blackbuck, flicked its tail, and lightly jumped onto a nearby acacia tree.

The low trunk and dense branches of the acacia provided a convenient step for the leopard. Soon, it climbed to the upper layer of the tree canopy. The view there was the widest, very suitable for observing the surrounding environment.

Then, the leopard saw a strange scene.

Not far from the acacia tree, there lay a fat sika deer - although this creature was rare on the grassland and almost never appeared, the impulse in the blood told the leopard that it was definitely a very delicious food.

However, now this delicacy has nothing to do with the leopard.

The big cat lying between the branches opened his mouth in frustration, looking at the hidden figures around the sika deer, and finally gave up the idea of ​​​​taking advantage of the autumn wind.

Because the people who were hunting the sika deer were a group of lions.

This is a group of kings on the grassland.

On the open grassland, if the lions simply chased, it would be difficult for them to hunt those agile and fast-running antelopes and wild deer, so they often traveled in groups with clear division of labor, using siege instead of simple pursuit.

But a few minutes ago, the lionesses were delighted to find that a stupid prey appeared on the grassland - it was not like other antelopes or wild deer, always tense its limbs, ears alertly erect, and had to raise its head three times to eat a mouthful of grass - this stupid prey was actually lying lazily on the grass, as if taking a nap?

After a simple crawling movement, the lions finally couldn't hold back the call of the wild, suddenly jumped up, and pounced on the fat deer in the middle of the grass.

The leopard watching on the tree branch sighed deeply and licked his lips.

Everything is over.

The fat venison, the sweet blood, and the dinner mixed with the smell of green grass will eventually leave it.

But when its tongue just licked the tip of its nose, its whole body suddenly stiffened, and its eyes opened wide involuntarily.

The lion group that pounced on the sika deer seemed to hit an invisible sharp blade and disintegrated in mid-air - this group of kings on the grassland did not even make a final roar, and turned into a pile of minced meat, falling back to the ground.

Fine blood beads seemed to be raining, hitting the dry grass.

The ants and other small insects are blessed tonight. The leopard stared at the blood rain blankly, and this thought came to his mind involuntarily.

The scattered bones and flesh falling from the sky seemed to finally wake up the sleeping sika deer.

The fat deer stood up lazily, shook its colorful fur, and shook the blood stains and meat flakes that had just been stained on the ground.

It slowly raised its feet, moved a few steps in the grass, lowered its head, and carefully sniffed the blood and flesh that fell on the ground.

Then it shook its head in disgust.

The round antlers drew elegant arcs in the air. The sika deer raised its head, tilted its head, and glanced at the acacia tree not far away.

The leopard on the tree branch was horrified to find that its muscles were stiff and it couldn't move at all.

In the sun, the sika deer's eyes sparkled with charming luster, like two clear rubies.

… … … “The prey has appeared, you still have the last three minutes to bet!” Half of the face shouted in a low voice, and the paper in his hand trembled.

“Is it that deer?” Zheng Qing grabbed the telescope, stared at the sika deer with abnormal performance, and murmured.

The advantage of the off-site ‘eye of the sky’ finally slowly emerged.

With the God’s perspective from top to bottom, the audience in the stands easily found some abnormal phenomena-whether it was a sika deer appearing abnormally on the tropical grassland, or the abnormal death of a lion group, or the performance of the wild animals around the deer running around, it seemed to be very obvious to illustrate a certain fact. ..

"Bingo!" Half-Face snapped his fingers and shrugged: "But unfortunately, there is no prize..."

The telescope in Zheng Qing's hand hovered slightly for a moment.

It seemed that just a moment after the lions died, several hunting teams had already shifted the focus of their exploration to this corner of the grassland.

"One minute left!" Half-Face looked around nervously: "Does anyone plan to test their luck and vision at the last moment?! This is the last chance before the "Zhu Lu" competition starts..."

"Let me choose one too." Zheng Qing finally couldn't stand the yelling of the vendor, and stretched out his hand helplessly, adding: "There is also the freshman hunting competition I participated in before... It seems that you have never signed a contract for me. "

"Oh, oh? Really?" half of his face was flipping through his notebook skillfully, while pulling the parchment slips of the contract, pointing to Zheng Qing's signature position, and adding: "There is no rush in the freshman competition... It's still very early...but if you want to buy it now, it doesn't matter...here, sign here."

"Is this contract in color? Isn't it said to be a white contract?" Zheng Qing smoothed the note in his hand and asked curiously.

On the parchment contract, the cursive characters composed of thick black ink were connected into a piece, shining with strange colors in the sunlight.

"A white contract is a contract that has no fixed format and is not endorsed by any organization. The binding force is the spell added to the contract and the ability of both parties who sign it." Xiao Xiao was watching the battle with a telescope and recorded it in his notebook. He quickly explained: "... Judging from the color of his white deeds, the ones attached to them should be the 'Five Aggregates Entangling Curse'. Depending on the color, it is only effective for about a month, so I don't recommend you to place too expensive bets." ”

"That's it." Zheng Qing took the quill, muttered, and signed his name.