Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 38 Monster Hunter
The moment he swallowed the Fu Hu Wan, a heat current spread from his stomach to his whole body. Every inch of his muscle expanded, propping up Guangzhi's originally wide monk robe.

The flame on the red tide long sword in his hand also spiraled up with this momentum, emitting rolling heat waves.

Ivan saw out of the corner of his eye that the griffin had opened its mouth again, and the dark blue light in its mouth began to gather and surge rapidly.

He knew in his heart that the monster was about to unleash that strange blue light attack again. In an instant, a chill ran down his spine, and all the hairs on his body stood up.

He didn't dare to delay for a moment. He tensed his leg muscles, leaned forward like a cheetah, and quickly inserted the long knife into the ground. Then he grasped the handle with his hand and pressed hard. With the reaction force, he suddenly bounced up and pounced towards the griffin.

This was a move Ivan had learned during his battle with Guangzhi. Using this technique, Ivan flew through the air like lightning, closing in on the griffin's side in the blink of an eye. He exerted force from his waist, his body tracing a sharp arc through the air. He swung his long sword, and a crescent-shaped flaming blade whistled out, aiming directly at the griffin's neck.

The griffin sensed Ivan's approach, and its innate battle sense caused it to instantly abandon its blue light spitting and instead decide to block Ivan's attack. After the previous battle, it had already determined that this strange, long-haired "human" was inferior to itself in strength. In a head-on confrontation, it would have the advantage.

It quickly twisted its huge body, and used its newly born left wing, which seemed to be made of steel, to sweep towards Ivan with all its strength, like a heavy shield, accompanied by a whistling sound of the wind.

"Crack!" A crisp sound, accompanied by blazing flames, filled the air with scorching heat waves, and the surrounding temperature rose instantly.

To the griffin's surprise, its proud left wing was as fragile as thin paper, and was instantly cut deeply by the red tide's long knife, like a red-hot blade cutting into butter.

Its newly grown left wing was cut off by Ivan again, and the flames on the red tide followed its wound and spread rapidly throughout its body, rekindling its new feathers.

The griffin's shrill roar pierced the night sky. Every inch of its feathers and flesh licked by the flames caused it unbearable pain. It frantically flapped its right wing, trying to extinguish the flames. But the flames generated by the red tide seemed to have a spirit. Instead of weakening, they became more fierce with the wind.

Have I seen this scene before?
Being hurt twice in the same way was not because the griffin was stupid, but because Ivan took advantage of the information gap to make it misjudge its own abilities.

He knew he couldn't waste this opportunity. Once the griffin adapted to his surging power, the situation would become stalemated. By then, when the incarnation's duration expired, he would undoubtedly be dead.

It must be resolved quickly!

Ivan exerted force on his feet, leaped up, and landed steadily on the broad back of the griffin. Crimson Tide raised his blade high, the flames dancing on the blade like a hungry beast, eager to tear through everything.

"Puff!" The long sword pierced the griffin's back mercilessly, the blade sinking deep into the beast's back, drawing out a stream of burning blood. The griffin roared in pain, its massive body trembling violently, and it desperately swung its body, trying to throw Ivan from its back to the ground.

However, Ivan was prepared. He stepped hard, and the moment the sole of his boot stepped on the griffin's spine, a dull "click" sound was heard, as if even the bones were shaken and displaced.

The griffin's movements faltered, the pain preventing it from coordinating properly. Ivan seized the moment, gripping the hilt with both hands. Using the strength of the griffin's desperate struggle, he slid the blade rapidly down its back. The blade ripped deeply into the flesh, and flames spread wildly along the wound, igniting the griffin's feathers with a crackling sound.

A hideous, bloody gash stretched from the griffin's neck to its tailbone, and blood gushed out like a river flowing down its massive body. Flames spread along the wound, reducing hair and flesh to charred debris. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the sickening smell of burning. The griffin let out a shrill wail, a sound mingled with pain and despair, echoing through the trees and startling a flock of birds. Its legs scraped feebly against the ground, trying to steady itself, but it could no longer support its weight. Its massive body trembled, and finally, unable to bear the weight, it collapsed to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

Ivan was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, sweat soaked his clothes and mixed with the blood splattered all over his body.

His hands tightly grasped the Crimson Tide Blade, his arms trembling slightly due to the extreme force, and the flames on the blade were still jumping, like a bloodthirsty soul roaring.

Ivan slowly approached the dying griffin, but it was now powerless to struggle. Its huge body collapsed to the ground, and blood formed a shocking pool around it. Every step Ivan took was as heavy as the bell of judgment, echoing in the dead silence of the forest.

After he stood still, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and concentrated all his remaining strength on the long sword in his hand. The red tide's blade suddenly ignited with a blazing flame, and the surrounding air seemed to be slightly distorted by this flame.

A thunderous roar erupted from Ivan's throat. He leaped up, raised his long sword, and slashed at the griffin's neck with overwhelming force!

The next moment, the griffin's eagle head fell with a spurt of blood, slamming heavily to the ground with a dull thud. Its once majestic eagle eyes were still wide open, but they had long since lost all their brilliance, leaving only emptiness and resentment.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining Ivan's feet red. The massive, headless body twitched a few times before collapsing completely, like a collapsed hill, transforming into a lifeless wreckage.

Ivan did not relax at all, his eyes still fixed on the griffin's corpse.

Broken spine, decapitation - after such severe injuries, can you come back to life again?
Today's fighting style has already surpassed the scope of demon hunters and is almost approaching the level of monster hunters.

"Not dead yet?" Seeing that the system still did not send any prompts to absorb the essence, Ivan's heart sank suddenly, and he had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the huge headless corpse on the ground suddenly began to twitch, and then the strange blue light came on again, and it seemed as if a heart was beating between the flickering lights.

But this time, Ivan discovered the source of the blue light.

From the Griffin's chest.

There, a diamond-shaped mark emitting a deep blue light was faintly visible.

Its shape looks like a gem.

(End of this chapter)