One man and one dog, wandering in the world of Monster Hunter

Link held two flash bombs in his hands, aimed them at the flying dragon in the air, tensed his hand muscles and threw them hard.

The increase in strength brought by forty points allowed the pair of flash bombs to cut through the sky at an extremely astonishing speed. In an instant, they crossed a distance of dozens of meters and flew in front of the Wind Fang Dragon.

"!"

"Roar!"

The Windfang Dragon tumbled in the air, and before it had time to look at the two objects flying in front of it, it was dazzled by the dazzling light from the flash bomb.

In this sudden strong light, the Windfang Dragon's wings instantly lost their coordination and strength, flapping the air in vain, but unable to maintain its once light and free flight.

Its body began to lose balance, like a huge rock, drawing a long, irregular track in the air and began to gradually fall.

The tail swung wildly in the air, trying to find a stabilization point, but it was all in vain.

"Roar!"

As the falling speed became faster and faster, the Windfang Dragon's slightly helpless roar echoed in the air, like its last wail.

"good chance!"

Seeing that the Windfang Dragon was about to fall to the ground, Virgil's eyes were as sharp as torches, tightly locking onto the Windfang Dragon's huge body.

Without any hesitation, his body instinctively began to move. He took a deep breath and started running. Every step he took was extremely powerful, as if he wanted to crush the ground.

His speed was getting faster and faster, and finally he stepped onto the mast supporting the sail at an almost impossible angle, a right angle of ninety degrees.

Just when he was about to pass by the Windfang Dragon, Virgil exerted force instantly and kicked hard with his feet.

His body shot out like an arrow, soaring into the sky, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and landed steadily right above the Windfang Dragon.

Virgil's eyes were like the cold ice and snow in the winter. The sword in his hand flew out of its sheath, and a cold light flashed, as if it could freeze time.

Taking a deep breath, the power in Dantian erupted like a volcano, and the muscles of the whole body tensed up like a fully drawn bow.

At this moment, his body seemed as heavy as if filled with lead, and fell straight down like a meteor streaking through the night sky.

Gravity is superimposed on him, and every minute and every second, it is transformed into indestructible potential energy.

His posture was like a cheetah ready to pounce, and his power exploded in an instant.

Below, the Windfang Dragon bared its fangs and claws, but was unable to stabilize its body and could only meet the impending attack in an extremely awkward posture.

The Ice Scale Sword in Virgil's hand drew a graceful arc in the air, and the cold air spread all around, like an ice dragon soaring into the sky.

The moment the tip of the sword touched the Wind Fang Dragon, a piercing cold light burst out, as if to freeze the ferocious dragon in place.

"Roar!!!"

Accompanied by a deafening dragon roar of pain, the Binglin Sword accurately penetrated the weak joint of the Windfang Dragon's left wing, completing this thrilling blow and cutting off the dragon's wing.

The whole scene is like a dynamic painting, full of power and beauty, which makes people's blood boil and their hearts surge.

"Damn it, this guy got it again."

Seeing Virgil complete a beautiful and handsome aerial dragon ascent and cut off the Windfang Dragon's wing with one sword, Dante cursed inwardly and swung down the Sword of Pain, which had been fully charged in his hand, fiercely, cutting off the other wing of the Windfang Dragon the moment it landed on the ground.

It turned out that this experienced guy had already completed a silent cooperation with his good brother Virgil and had been waiting for a long time at the place where the Windfang Dragon landed.

Standing below and accumulating strength and waiting, he was able to cut off the right wing of the Windfang Dragon with the charged slash.

"Roar!!!"

The Windfang Dragon, whose wings were cut off, immediately let out a loud howl, causing the hunters not far away to cover their ears and squat down.

However, this is the only resistance that the Windfang Dragon can offer.

Having lost its wings and unable to keep its balance, the Windfang Dragon twisted and turned on the deck like a fish with two legs. Bright red blood continued to ooze out from the roots of its wings, staining the deck of the bridge red.

However, its long tail was still very powerful. A spear hunter who was covering his ears was caught off guard and was hit on the back by the strong and powerful tail, falling off the deck.

Fortunately, he had a rope tied around his waist and he climbed up immediately.

This wind-toothed dragon that overestimated its own capabilities and came here alone to seek its death was quickly pulled into the cabin. It would probably appear on the hunters' lunch table soon.

"Hey, boy, you did a great job."

Dante walked over to Link and patted his shoulder firmly, praising him with a smile.

"Haha, luckily, I happened to have two flash bombs in my bag."

Link smiled modestly, but a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the prop bag on his waist somehow fell off, and the contents of the bag scattered all over the floor.

"..."

Dante fell silent as he looked at the dozen or so flash bombs and smoke bombs on the ground, including two paralysis traps.

"Well, as a hunter, it's understandable that I would bring extra gear just in case, right?"

Just after he finished speaking modestly, Link, who was slapped in the face, scratched his head in embarrassment and squatted down to pick up the props that fell on the ground.

Then when she bent down, two other prop bags tied under her clothes were revealed.

"..."

Seeing this, Dante became even more silent.

However, there are many weird people on this ship. A Tuntun rat hunter who likes to carry props with him is not a big deal. He has seen weirder ones before.

For example, a bomb hunter who likes to stuff a dozen armor-piercing grenades under her skirt.

"Boy, you look like you have a good physique. Why don't you practice with the great sword instead of the girly heavy crossbow?"

When Link gathered his things and stood up, Dante patted his shoulder again and squeezed his not-so-weak biceps and asked.

"I like it."

Link's instructor had also asked this question before, but if you like something, you like it. Does a man need a reason to like guns?

No need.

Just like greatsword hunters like the heavy and thick feel of greatswords, every hunter has his own preferences, and every weapon has its own charm.

"Do you like it? Hahaha, that's right. If you don't like it, who would sleep with a weapon like they are hugging their wife every day? Don't you think so, Virgil?"

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Dante suddenly laughed and shouted to his good brother not far away.

"Humph!"

Virgil, a married man, was too lazy to pay attention to this thirty-year-old single guy. He snorted and walked away.

"Tsk, isn't it just that my son doesn't learn katana from his father, but instead learns broadsword from his uncle? Is it necessary to be so angry?"

Dante shrugged and smiled with a relaxed look on his face.

"Forehead......"

Link was speechless.

It is said that the son follows the father's business. The father is a katana player, but he gave birth to a son who likes to play with a broadsword. It is really a bit confusing.

This requires spanking every day.