Chapter 162 The Battle with Amon

However, Amon is worthy of being a monster on the fifteenth level, but he is much stronger than the previous monsters.

It opened its huge mouth and roared again, and the muscles all over its body were shaking constantly, as if they were responding to this angry roar.

Immediately afterwards, it stepped out with its feet and crushed the stones on the ground with its big hooves. It raised its football-sized fists high and smashed them down hard against me.

This blow contains all its anger, venting it on me, an adventurer who is half a body shorter than it, trying to use the power of this blow to smash me into a puddle of meat pie before it can free itself. of erratic rage.

boom!

I was hit hard by this huge force, and my body flew back towards the direction I was coming from. However, I only flew back less than one meter before I stopped.

Looking down at the Zanmatachi, there was a slight dent in the middle of the blade.

I grinned inexplicably excitedly: "What a hard bone!"

Amon, one meter away, had a ferocious face, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be going crazy.

It's no wonder that the strong hands it was proud of were not only dripping with blood at this moment, but also had a half-inch wide wound with visible bones.

The flesh and blood on the wound was slowly sliding off in the form of minced meat. Not only was there no healing, even the wounds around it were not improving at all.

Its healing power actually failed after I stabbed it!

"Come on, big guy!" I shouted loudly, and the Zanmatada sword was once again stretched out in front of me, like a swooping leopard, running towards it to kill it.

The murderous intent emanating from my whole body became a little thicker again. Faintly, I could even see a vague black mist covering my arms. It seemed to appear out of thin air, without any trace of it. I brought pain, and it didn't bring me comfort. It was just slowly and unconsciously generated along with my growing murderous intention.

"What is this?" I looked at the black energy, and felt a little puzzled: "Why can't I feel any violation?"

I remember that in my last life, I was just an ordinary otaku uncle without any special talents. But in this life that I have traveled through, I have also acquired all the memories of this body, and there is nothing strange about it, except for that one. left arm.

Could it be said that they all belong to my left arm?

I glanced subconsciously and saw that the exposed parts showed no strange changes at all, and the black mist did not float from the left arm guard. It looked more like it was emanating from all the pores on my body.

There is no poisoning or curse. I am absolutely confident in these two points.

From this point of view, there is only one possibility: while absorbing combat skills, my body undergoes changes.

This black mist, which would never appear even if I was full of killing intent, appeared out of thin air after I absorbed combat skills, and it appeared after I frequently used combat skills. Could it be said that this has nothing to do with the proficiency of combat skills? related?

After I go back, I must check my combat skills proficiency to see if this is the reason.

However, the top priority is to get rid of the strong Amon in front of him as soon as possible, and then suppress the killing intent that is constantly generated in his body.

For some reason, my body speed and even all abilities seem to be growing. Is this related to the generation of murderous intent?

The more killing intent is generated, the stronger my various values ​​will become?

If this is not an illusion, are these numerical increases permanent?

The figure paused for a moment and then passed by. At the same time, Amon's fist also hit, but it missed.

Although I don’t know where Yamon’s slightly familiar-looking fighting style came from, I am certain that it is definitely very similar to the martial arts I saw on the blue planet.

If it wasn't a monster, I might even think it was a master fighter who was good at fighting.

Maybe, I will even learn from a teacher on a whim.

But unfortunately, it is a mon, and mon does not need an apprentice, it only needs a younger brother and food.

Its little brother can only be Amon, and as for food, it is for adventurers like me.

The vague blade of the Zanmatada sword stabbed into Amon's wrist, causing a piece of flesh and blood.

Amon roared in pain and tried to pull back the arm he smashed down, but it was already too late.

Nearly half of the muscles in the thick wrist were opened, turned into minced meat, and fell to the ground. The white bones were also exposed at the same time, as well as some broken blood vessels.

However, my Zanmatachi seemed to have received a lot of impact, and the blade curled up at one point.

It is completely unclear what the structure of Amon's skeleton is, but its hardness is completely beyond that of a sword made of fine steel. Fortunately, its skin and muscles are completely within the controllable range, and it can be cut open with a little force.

Amon, whose wrist was mutilated, was completely furious, and all the power hidden in his body was also released at the same time. The muscles that were originally so strong now seemed to have swelled even more.

Is this the physical potential aroused by the monster under severe injury? Gee, that’s really a good candidate for a knife test! Watch me chop you one by one later.

I laughed in a low voice. Suddenly, I came back to my senses. I was shocked into a cold sweat. I couldn't help but secretly thought: "What's going on? Why do I seem to be a different person when I have the murderous intention?"

Or is this me too? Is it just humanity that has been suppressed?

Slightly uneasy, I felt that it was time to suppress this murderous intention. Although it was a bit difficult to face the enraged Amon, I could still escape unscathed.

After all, it is just a level seven monster.

However, how to suppress the murderous intention that has become stronger now?

I couldn't help but run into this dilemma again.

Could it be that you have to tire yourself to the point of complete exhaustion and fall to the ground to sleep in order to cool down the burning murderous intention?

That would be too troublesome.

If something happens on the way, do you still have to return to Airui City with a strong murderous intention?

It would be strange not to be seen as a murderous maniac.

If this attracts the city guards and happens to encounter a guy who recognizes people with his fists, there will definitely be another bloody battle.

Although I am not afraid of their power, after all, I am no longer alone, but have three fiancées who regard me as their life, a group of brothers and sisters, and a pet insect that I took out of the dungeon. .

If they were affected by this, it would be very difficult for me to feel at ease.

Really, if you can't control this murderous intention, it's hard to say when you will have to leave Airui City!

Ah!

I started to get irritable again.