MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 7 greedy

  Chapter 7

  The plan went incredibly well.

   It’s actually not surprising. To put it bluntly, it’s just a survivor bias.

  For monsters growing up in the wild, there is no concept of "whether the food has been poisoned".

   And the unlucky guys who got tricked will basically never live to pass this painful experience on to future generations.

  Even the Big Wild Boar King himself didn't realize that someone had poisoned him at this time. He just thought that he accidentally ate the poisonous mushroom.

  It instinctively lay down on its stomach, which is the most common method used by wild creatures when they are poisoned—relying on their strong physique and metabolic ability to survive.

   A few paralyzing mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms are not enough to kill it, at most it will be uncomfortable for a while.

   But Gordon will not give it a chance to recover.

  Stand up from the bushes where he was hiding, and with a flick of his hand, a colored ball hit the big wild boar king on the forehead, then turned and ran.

   Facing this sudden change, Big Wild Boar King was stunned for two seconds before he could react.

  The small eyes became red due to the congestion. It roared and got up, and took a step forward to rush towards that hateful figure, trampling him into meatloaf.

   However, paralyzing mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms have begun to work.

  It felt that its body was a little disobedient, and before running a few steps forward, it leaned against the rotten wood all over the forest. Amidst the sawdust flying, the roar of the big wild boar king was endless.

   This makes it have to stop.

   Rather than deal with that nasty guy, let's wait until the body returns to normal.

   Shaking his head, the pungent dye ball liquid was thrown everywhere, and the smell was strong.

  Its sense of smell was greatly affected, and it could only rely on its pair of small eyes that were not very keen to scan around vigilantly, beware of that guy appearing again.

   A few minutes passed, but the hateful hunter did not show up.

   Thinking that the opponent had already run away, the big wild boar king got down again, ready to take a good rest and decompose the toxin.

  When it just lay down and just fell asleep in a daze.

  An agile figure quietly emerged from the shadows in the forest again.

  Gordon held a hunter's knife and approached the Big Boar King from behind.

  Looking at the wound on the latter's leg that hasn't fully healed, he adjusted his breathing and accumulated strength. In the next second, continuous slashes erupted instantly.

   Chop down! Up! Chop again!

   Hit the original wound precisely three times in succession, and successfully tore open the gap that had stopped bleeding again, expanded, and blood splattered everywhere.

   "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

  Woke up by the sudden pain, the big wild boar king howled and struggled to get up, but his formerly powerful limbs were very uncoordinated at this moment, and it was difficult to even turn over.

  Gordon gritted his teeth and squeezed every ounce of strength in his muscles, swinging the knife as hard as he could. This was the best opportunity to attack.

  He must cause enough serious damage to the opponent. Only in this way can he try to bridge the gap in hard power between the two.

  The fine serrations on the blade of the hand sword cut the skin and muscles of the big wild boar king again and again.

   It may be the effect of the poisonous mushroom, or it may be the reason why the opponent is resting and his muscles are relaxing. Gordon feels that the meat of the Big Wild Boar King seems not as hard as yesterday.

   This is good news. In just a few seconds, the big wild boar king's left hind leg became bloody.

  The poisonous mushroom juice smeared on the blade also penetrated into the flesh and blood of the former's wound in a small amount. These toxins could not poison the huge wild boar king, but could indeed inhibit the healing of the wound to a certain extent.

   "Roar, ouch, ouch!" The deafening roar made Gordon subconsciously cover his ears.

  The big wild boar king was furious again.

  Steamy white smoke spewed out from its nostrils, and its eyes and nose began to turn red.

  With a large amount of adrenaline being secreted, it temporarily regained control of the body, and the huge body of tons "bounced" from the ground at an unbelievable speed.

   Gordon, who was affected by the roar and didn't react immediately, was kicked by the big wild boar king's heels, staggered a few steps backwards, and almost fell.

   Fortunately, Big Wild Boar King's kick in a hurry was not very strong.

  Under the protection of the leather armor, Gordon felt like he had been punched in the side ribs. The severe dull pain dazzled him, but it didn't make him lose his ability to move.

   Right at this moment, the Big Wild Boar King had already turned around.

  It moved like a tin toy that was wound up too tightly, three minutes faster than usual.

  Amidst the panting sound of "wheeze, wheeze", the huge fangs, which were longer than Gordon's whole body, poked straight at him as the big wild boar king raised his head vigorously.

   Throw forward forcefully to the side and roll over.

  The agility developed through hard training helped him to escape this fatal blow.

  After getting up, he even had time to turn around and stab the big wild boar king, leaving a long and narrow cut on the latter's side.

  The Big Wild Boar King roared again.

   Huge fangs swept towards him, and Gordon jumped back in time, successfully resolving the big wild boar king's counterattack.

  Gordon grinned, a confident smile appeared on his face.

  He discovered for the first time that the Big Wild Boar King is actually not that scary.

  Rough skin and thick flesh, great strength, extremely fast straight-line charging speed, faster turning speed than ordinary big wild boars, these are the advantages of the big wild boar king.

  But in the agility of small-scale maneuvers, I still have the advantage!

  While the pair of heavy and long giant teeth is an advantage, is it not a burden?

  I have roughly grasped the attack distance of the fangs, and next, it will not be so easy to be attacked by you!

   While the Big Wild Boar King, who had failed to attack, adjusted his posture, Gordon did not directly attack, but chose to push back a certain distance.

   Seeing that the distance was opened, the big wild boar king decisively launched a charge.

  Different from the fear he felt when he faced the big wild boar Wang Zhutu for the first time yesterday, now he only has calmness in his heart.

  When the giant tooth was about to approach, Gordon threw himself out of the roll and successfully avoided the pig's protrusion. Then he didn't get up in a hurry, but continued to roll forward in a circle.

  The whistling of the wild boar king's fangs coming from behind his ears let him know that he had guessed right.

   Once this guy's charge is dodged, he will immediately turn his head and swing his teeth to fill in the blow. Yesterday, he was hit by this trick and was sent flying.

   And then, there will be a gap of several seconds!

  Even with the muscle strength of the Big Wild Boar King, he had to make some adjustments after a series of actions such as charging continuously, stopping and turning around forcefully, and waving his fangs.

   This is the time to attack yourself!

  Gordon strode closer, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the side of the big wild boar king's head, and swiped out two quick and sharp knives like lightning, adding two new wounds to the latter.

  Afterwards, he did not take advantage of the victory to continue attacking, but jumped back without hesitation.

  The words that the instructor had emphasized countless times echoed in his mind:

  Monsters are not wooden stake targets, and will not give you the opportunity to continue attacking. You must know where to stop. At least half of the hunters who died in battle died on "greedy knives".

   Sure enough, the next second after he opened the distance, the big wild boar king swung his giant teeth arrogantly again, sweeping across the position where he was standing just now.

  The strong wind from the huge fangs blew the ends of his hair. Gordon laughed and rushed forward again.

  (end of this chapter)