Chapter 36 A Monster that Gets Stronger with Each Battle

When I was lucky, the tauren boss was less than five meters away from Quincy and others.

Quincy forced himself to calm down, the hand holding the knight's sword kept shaking, and cold sweat slid down his forehead, dripping on the fine cowhide coat.

He is afraid.

In fact, not only him, but any normal person would feel fear when facing a huge monster nearly two stories high for the first time.

This is a natural instinct that no one can get rid of.

There are only two ways to dilute this instinct, either to become strong enough, or to have a firm belief.

Like Kirk.

Although this believer in the God of Creation had the same fearful expression as Quincy just now, since he started reciting the scriptures silently, the fear in his eyes gradually faded away, followed by an extremely determined fighting spirit.

Raising the knight's sword in his hand, his whole demeanor even changed, as if he was a crusader who was not afraid of death.

"The Lord teaches us that all fears come from the heart, and the flashy appearance is just a cowardly cover-up. Use the sword in your hand to cut off the illusion in front of you!"

Kirk's voice became louder and louder, and eventually turned from silent chanting to shouting, which startled the frightened Quincy.

With the back of his hand facing outward, he held the hilt of the sword in both hands and raised it flat on his chest and shoulders. His eyes were full of the fanaticism of a believer. He moved his trembling legs and rushed over against the huge pressure brought by the boss.

"Lord, add your faith to my sharp sword, and let me use it to cleave the evil spirits that stand in the way of justice!"

He roared, rushed in front of the minotaur, and slashed hard. The sharp blade of the knight's sword cut into its hard skin. Although there was no blood, it did hurt it.

The tauren waved his giant palm and slapped Kirk.

Kirk rushed forward, slipped in along the gap between the Minotaur's legs, dodged the attack, and continued to swing his sword, slashing at its thick hind legs.

The minotaur turned around and reached out to catch the jumping flea, but he dodged it again.

Attack it from the side.

Quincy was stunned for more than ten seconds before he realized what was happening. He called out to the two girls in the distance for auxiliary attacks, and then he rushed forward with his sword in hand.

It has to be said that the four people were very familiar with the tactics of circling around, just like two monkeys fighting against a bulky bear, with two angry birds in the distance constantly assisting.

Relying on this tactic, they successfully held a stalemate with the boss for nearly ten minutes, but with little success.

The weapons in their hands are all of excellent quality. Any one they take out is ten times better than my broken tachi.

However, their strength is somewhat disappointing.

The knight's sword could only rely on its sharpness to cut into the rough skin of the tauren, but it could not hurt the muscles or break the bones.

Although Yifang's lead bullets can accurately hit the fatal position of the tauren, they are unable to penetrate its strong skin. Even if it is added with magical properties, it only makes a deeper small hole in its cowhide.

Jaslin's magic missiles were even more unsatisfactory. The pale white magic missiles roared and hit the tauren's body, splashing white smoke, which looked very impressive.

When the smoke dissipated, it was discovered that this series of seemingly domineering magic missiles could not even attract attention, let alone hurt the boss.

Based on the battle situation, I have a rough assessment of Quincy's team's combat effectiveness.

Quincy, Kirk, and Yifang should have reached level four, while Jazlin is probably still lingering at level three. As for Luke, who died like a sandwich at my feet. .

. . We must have enough respect for the deceased and not evaluate him.

Anyway, no matter how strong he is, his IQ must not be enough, otherwise he wouldn't die so ugly.

Holding Luke's short spear in my hand, I hesitated to join them in the fight.

If I join in, it will definitely disrupt their current balance, affect their pace and position, make the attack disorganized, and may even cause unnecessary damage.

And if I don't join, with the effect of their attacks, even if they fight for a day and a night, they may not be able to seriously injure the tauren boss. Who knows, they may also be unable to dodge due to being out of strength, so they will receive a fatal blow.

Do a group of ignorant adventurers at level 3 and 4 really think that the boss on the tenth floor is an ordinary level 4 monster?

Without strength above level five, it is impossible for you to shake this monster.

Seeing the two soldiers panting and the two girls looking anxious and distressed, I felt helpless.

Just when I decided to take the short spear and challenge the boss again, Quincy's impatient voice called over: "An Xiaoyi, are you here to help?"

Kirk was also slightly distracted and glanced at me, but he quickly ignored me because the boss's attack speed increased.

Holding the short spear, I joined the battle again.

Once again, I unleashed all my level 5 strength, but this time, I didn't put it into a desperate attack, but turned it into a close-quarters fight.

Sure enough, after I joined the battle, Quincy and Kirk's attack rhythm was disrupted.

Compared with their evenly matched speed and strength, my faster speed and stronger strength made them unable to adapt for a while. They were almost caught by the boss's iron palm several times in a row, which made the two of them break into cold sweats.

Finally, Quincy jumped out with all his strength and got out of the battle, and Kirk also rolled out of the ground a minute later.

The disgraced Kirk stood up, changed his cold expression before, and looked worriedly at me who was fighting, with helplessness and anxiety on his face.

Quincy looked lucky, watching the fight between me and the boss as if he were watching a show, and even waved his hand to stop Yifang and Jaslin’s assists.

Kirk looked at him puzzled and said, "Why did you stop assisting?"

Quincy's eyes flickered and he said, "Mr. An Xiaoyi's speed is too fast. I'm worried that Yifang and Jia Silin's attacks may accidentally injure him."

Although he was dissatisfied with this explanation, Kirk could not find any reason to refute it.

The spearhead of the short spear was indeed strong and sharp enough. Under the control of my self-created knife skills, it drew one illusory arc after another, and cut one wound after another on the boss's strong body.

The Boss's fists are also swinging faster and faster, and they are getting more and more powerful. It seems that they have realized that the monkey it is entangled with is stronger than imagined, and there is no way to crush him to death without showing some real skills. of.

As time goes by, the boss's attack speed slowly increases.

There were even times when the speed was so fast that I could hardly predict it.

However, under the control of my high agility, I still wiped my clothes and dodged past, but I was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

Why is its speed and power getting stronger and stronger? . Is the boss also growing?

I was surrounded by dangers, and a thought flashed through my mind.

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