Chapter 117: The Greatest Invention in Hunter History.
The tail blade swept horizontally, but apart from clearing a path, there was no more gain.
That little thing had darted forward again!
Watching the figure that was both close yet far ahead, the provoked veteran Slaying Dragon seemed to understand the meaning of mockery and gradually became angry.
Starting with this horizontal sweep, its anger was being unleashed, pouring out with every move.
Surrounding trees were either felled or broken, transforming into the next cycle of vitality.
Moss would cover them, grasses and trees would remain lush, roots would grow again from the branches…
The Team Leader was still running, and the monster with yellow-green-white coloration also ran into this chaotic grove.
“Be careful! It’s a Thunder Wolf Dragon!”
Jié Jié peeked out from the Investigator’s bag, seeing the intruding Thunder Wolf Dragon, pondering if they needed his help.
If the Thunder Wolf Dragon tangled with the Slaying Dragon, their provocation would be interrupted, and who knows what might happen.
“Awooo!”
That young Thunder Wolf Dragon roared initially as Thunder Light Bugs danced around, starting to charge it up with electricity.
But at that moment, a sharp whistling sound shot towards the Thunder Wolf Dragon, and the walnut precisely exploded on its head.
“Awoo~”
The Thunder Wolf Dragon whimpered, its body trembling, the supercharged state it hadn’t fully entered abruptly ended.
“I’ve gotten close to the Thunder Wolf Dragon, the stink bomb is ready!”
An Investigator plugging his nose shouted, holding a lump of something wrapped in vines, an unclear yellow substance.
“Throw!”
With the Team Leader’s shout, that lump, the greatest invention in hunter history, was swung out, drawing ominous traces in the air, accurately plastering the Thunder Wolf Dragon’s face.
The Thunder Wolf Dragon inhaled slightly, the specially seasoned, perfectly blended extreme stench drilled into its mouth and nostrils.
Like surging waves constantly impacting the Thunder Wolf Dragon’s untrained brain.
It trembled, flipped over, wailing as it rolled on the ground, smoothly turning around to flee.
It came swiftly and left even faster; the Thunder Wolf Dragon stayed for less than ten seconds, and the veteran Slaying Dragon didn’t even notice it.
“Sss!”
Witnessing this scene, the Smoky Snow Weasel trembled.
The Thunder Wolf Dragon just wanted to help—what was its fault!
Why treat it like that!
Indeed, if tooth beasts corresponded to mammal monsters, then hairless apes were no different from tooth beasts.
Tooth beasts who liked playing with… feces…
Jié Jié lost the light in his eyes.
“Guh, kill me.”
Chills ran down their spines. Faced with humans wielding the great weapon of stink bombs, when would monsters ever stand up again!
The Smoky Snow Weasel hung lifelessly outside the bag, swaying helplessly as the Investigator ran, like it was dead.
It was very common for other monsters to interrupt during provocation operations. The experienced investigators already had low-cost and simple countermeasures.
Special seasonings reacted with monster droppings in a special way; simply throwing these stink bombs onto the monsters would drive them away, especially effective for those with acute sense of smell.
Even the master dung-player Peach Fur Beast King would have to retreat upon encountering the specially blended stink bombs!
The weasel swayed with the wind, while the chase by the Slaying Dragon continued.
Another vertical slash smashed down, but the Team Leader dodged sideways as if he had eyes on his back.
The blade was retracted by the Slaying Dragon at a speed not matching its size, followed by an even more ferocious slash.
“Ting,”
The Skinning Knife drawn blocked the falling blade of the Slaying Dragon. In the next instant, the Team Leader was directly thrown far away.
“Hah, this is my escape route, Slaying Dragon!”
The blond man laughed loudly, landing steadily, pulling away from the Slaying Dragon and retreating.
“Huff, truly heart-stopping. I almost thought he got slashed away.”
An Investigator following the man and dragon in the forest on both sides let out a sigh of relief. The Smoky Snow Weasel hanging from his waist revived, lifting its upper body to watch the chase.
Thank goodness, the Thunder Wolf Dragon took the sh*t for him.
These experienced investigators apparently didn’t need his help at all. If he interfered—
Jié Jié shivered all over and slumped down again.
The scene changed rapidly, and he confirmed that the investigators were leading the veteran Slaying Dragon away.
Under the Team Leader’s another teasing pull, the Slaying Dragon coiled its body, biting its own tail tightly.
“That’s the Iaijutsu stance! Be careful, Team Leader!”
The Katana enthusiasts among the investigators excitedly shouted.
“Relax, hah, just run.”
This move could be interrupted, but relying solely on the Skinning Knife, he wouldn’t get cut in half, but definitely tossed high up.
The Team Leader squeezed the scattering walnuts in his hand but chose not to interrupt and instead sped up his run.
The signal flare in his hand replaced the scattering walnuts mid-run, ignited, and shot towards the sky.
A splendid red firework exploded in the sky, and the Master Swordsman straightened his body, his armor clanging powerfully as his limbs stretched.
Seeing that the little thing mocking it abandoned its attack and chose to flee again, the veteran Slaying Dragon loosened its steel teeth from anger.
As it turned its steps, a scorching blade trace released forward with the flash of the sword.
Trees fell, and looking left and right, the Slaying Dragon saw no flying corpse.
Empty.
“Hahaha!”
The Team Leader stood not far in front of the Slaying Dragon, hands on his knees, panting with a smile.
Through the dome of the forest, the ship broken into two parts on the distant mountain peak was clearly visible.
“Before the Master Swordsman arrives, let me play with you a bit more.”
The drawn small skinning knife was held in his hand, challenging the monster with just this was nothing short of a provocation.
But this man, like a Golden Lion, had such qualifications.
He was pressed down by the Slaying Dragon’s blade edge, the falling heat singeing his golden hair.
But he moved forward without hesitation.
The Slaying Dragon pulled back its blade and leaned forward, only to be slid under and its chin sliced, blood flowing from its throat.
“You’ve already lost.”
The Team Leader waved the skinning knife, his smile flying along with it.
If he had a longer one-handed sword in his hand, the injury on the veteran Slaying Dragon’s throat wouldn’t have been limited to a superficial wound.
Even though humans bestowed the title of swordsmanship expert, the Slaying Dragon was still a monster, never understanding what “point to point” meant, nor recognizing when it had lost.
It wouldn’t show gratitude, much less lie down in submission to be driven around.
The tail blade scraped the wet earth, unable to burst forth with fiery sparks, but it carried fractured ground toward the Team Leader.
The golden-haired lion leapt, soaring over the tail blade sweeping along the ground from the Slaying Dragon.
The raised skinning curved knife fell after a dash, hooking onto the gap in the Slaying Dragon’s shell.
That strong arm fell, the reaction force sending him flying high.
In the other hand, the grappling hook prepared long ago was skillfully swung with centrifugal force, wrapping around the Slaying Dragon’s Sword Spine.
Wrist tightening, the Team Leader landed on the veteran Slaying Dragon’s back.
And in the distance, the Hunter carrying the Great Sword splashed water, striding forcefully toward here.
