Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

Even the guild sent people to collect those new moves with generous rewards.

A young swordsman who had just reached adulthood was able to perform many new and unheard-of sword techniques, which shocked them greatly.

It was not until he learned that teacher Amos was standing behind him that his shock and disbelief turned into enlightenment.

The once world-famous eight-star swordsman, Amos, known as the "Swift Sword", developed a variety of new sword moves after more than ten years of retirement. This kind of thing is more reasonable than a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old coming up with a few new moves on the spur of the moment.

In fact, this is not wrong. Apart from the Red Blade Slash that combines the upward slash and the downward slash into one, the subsequent derivatives of the Red Blade Slash and the Air Blade Charged Slash that shocked out countless pairs of eyes were indeed all developed by Amos.

However, he repeatedly emphasized to the katana users who came to consult him that Oran was the key person who developed the Red Blade Slash and integrated the demonization and power accumulation into the katana sword techniques.

He is old and has been retired for many years. Fame means nothing to him.

But Orlan is still young, and the credit for creating new moves can help him gather connections and gain the attention and respect of the guild, the benefits of which will be reflected in the future.

The only thing to worry about is whether the young Orlan will lose himself in the waves of praise.

But after observing for nearly two months, Amos confirmed that Orlan was not the kind of person who would become frivolous just because he had a little fame, which made him feel relieved.

In the training ground.

“Swish, swish!”

The two swords, almost completely merged into one, flashed by. The middle-aged female swordsman with long silver hair pondered for a moment, then dispersed the sword energy and momentum condensed in her body.

"I see. Is this the form of Red Blade Slash?" The female swordsman put down her training weapon and bowed slightly to Orlan and Amos.

"Thank you for your advice."

"You're too polite." Orlan waved his hands repeatedly.

The lady in front of him was the fastest to learn among all the katana users who came to ask for advice. After just watching his demonstration twice, she was able to replicate the Red Blade Slash almost immediately, just like Amos did back then.

But on second thought, it didn't seem so surprising. According to Amos' introduction, this lady was a famous swordsman known as the "Wings of the Wind", and the former had a very high opinion of her.

In her eyes, the Red Blade Slash, a move derived from basic sword techniques, was not very sophisticated. Even if she learned it, she might not use it. It was more likely that she would borrow ideas and develop a move that suited her own combat habits.

The male crossbowman waiting by the training ground, who was either her companion or her husband, smiled brightly. "Brother Orlan, Mr. Amos, we owe you this favor. If you need any help, please feel free to come to us anytime!"

After bidding farewell to the two seniors, Aolan breathed a sigh of relief.

"How does it feel to teach the senior hunters?" Amos chuckled and joked.

Aolan smiled bitterly at this and said as he cleaned up the training ground, "It's not very good. It feels a bit awkward, like teaching a master craftsman how to forge iron."

After tidying up the training ground, the two left the training ground and returned home.

Noticing that Orlan hesitated and seemed to want to say something, Amos pointed to the dining table and motioned him to sit there.

He poured a cup of tea and placed it on the table. "Anything you want to say?"

Ao Lang picked up the teacup with a guilty conscience, but didn't drink from it. He took a deep breath to encourage himself before saying, "Well, Teacher Amos, this is the case. Muti and I are almost ready to leave."

He and Muti had discussed this matter a few days ago.

His basic knowledge of the katana has been completed, and Muti's training with Instructor Altman is nearing its end. It is no longer possible for him to improve quickly through study and training.

Only through real combat can one integrate all of this and transform it into one's own strength.

Is the actual combat in the arena real combat? Yes and no.

Due to factors such as long-term confinement, venue environment restrictions, and the early destruction of monster wing membranes for the safety of the audience, monsters in the arena are generally weaker than those in the wild.

In addition, with the powerful hunters keeping watch, the battles in the arena lack the tension of truly walking between life and death.

Truly powerful hunters cannot be cultivated by simply participating in fighting competitions.

If they want to move on, nature's cruel hunting ground is their only choice.

Saying goodbye and leaving is not a difficult thing. I just need to tell Teacher Amos. Teacher Amos will naturally not object and will only feel relieved.

The same thing happened to Muti. I heard that Instructor Altman was about to kick her out with a stick.

But it was a different story for Muti when he was with Teacher Amos.

The relationship between the two is not that of teacher and student, but family. Muti was afraid of being scolded and didn't even dare to bring up the matter in person, so he had to speak up alone.

That disloyal guy.

Seeing Aolan's tangled expression, Amos smiled and said loudly, "Don't hide. I know you are up there. Come down."

There was no movement upstairs.

Amos raised his voice again. "Do you think I'm trying to trick you? Orlan is looking upstairs. Come down quickly."

Aolan: “???”

He definitely didn't look upstairs just now!

There were footsteps on the stairs, and Muti, who was hiding upstairs, ran down with a flattering smile on his face. He hugged Amos who was sitting on the chair and spoke sweetly in a low voice.

"Grandpa Amos~~!"

"."Olang hugged his arm and touched it, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

Amos gave her a funny look and said, "Why didn't I know you were so timid before that you didn't even dare to speak in person?"

Seeing that Amos didn't seem angry, Muti felt relieved. He squeezed in the chair next to Amos and picked up a few snacks that he liked from the tea tray and put them into his mouth.

"Okay, stop eating."

Amos's suddenly stern voice almost choked Muti. He snatched the cup from Orlan's hand and took a few gulps before finally finishing it.

"Dondoruma is too comfortable for you. Too many people are taking the initiative to take care of you. If you stay here for too long, your will will be worn down and even your heart will become dull.

I'm very pleased that you're willing to take the initiative to step out of your comfort zone." Having said this, Amos paused.

He stared into their eyes and continued, "Traveling around to broaden your horizons and hone your skills can only be a good thing, and I certainly won't stop you.

But I have one request that I hope you will obey.”

Orlan and Muti nodded rapidly.

Facing Amos, they could never say something like "Tell us your demands first and let us hear them."

"I'm not afraid of your pride, but you are all true geniuses, and your growth rate has far exceeded my expectations. However, this world is not short of geniuses, it's only short of hunters who can survive and become powerful.

The three-star stage is the most critical period for transitioning between novice and elite hunters, and is also the most suitable period for honing one's own skills.

One year, from now on, give me at least one more year to settle down in the Samsung stage.

After that, the stairs leading to higher levels will naturally appear before you."

Chapter 163 Lie

“Gah!”

On the edge of the surging bay, a ichthyosaur monster covered with dark green scales hissed as it opened its mouth wide.

The water blade formed by the high-pressure water flow shot out and swept towards the hunter in front of it as its head swung.

It was clearly just ordinary river water, but the water blade formed under the compression of the monster's strong muscles possessed extraordinary destructive power. If it hit head-on, it was enough to cut a person in half. Even with the protection of solid armor, it would cause serious damage instantly.

This is the monster called Ganototos (Water Dragon), and its best move is Water Breath.

"Stand behind me!"

Muti shouted and smashed down the shield, lowering his center of gravity, while tilting the shield back at a huge angle of nearly sixty degrees.

Doing so can effectively deflect the impact, while increasing the thickness of the armor at a horizontal angle, greatly reducing the risk of the shield being penetrated by the breath.

"Zi-"

The water blade swept across and landed on the large alloy shield, making a sharp sound like metal blades scraping against each other.

A straight white mark was left on the shield. Under the powerful impact, Muti slid back several meters with her shield, but her defensive posture remained stable, and her shield stood upright without any shaking.

The water breath had just swept through and had not yet completely stopped when Orlan rushed out from behind the solid "shelter" created by his teammates and attacked the opponent not far away.

The tough scales stacked like layers of armor gave the water dragon a strong ability to resist being slashed. In order to ensure the effectiveness of the attack, Orlan drilled directly under the water dragon's body and attacked the relatively weakly defended abdomen.

"Fuck!"

Amidst the crackling sound of jumping electric arcs, a sharp blade called "Zhanpo Knife" made of strange dragon materials and a combination of various metals popped out of its scabbard.

As the hunter slashed at high speed, the electric light wrapped around the blade became brighter and brighter. The continuously released electric current penetrated the water dragon's scales and skin and reached its internal organs, causing it to scream in pain.

The water dragon lowered its head, trying to bite the nimble and slippery creature under it. At this moment, a crossbow arrow as thick as an adult's arm, shaped like a harpoon, but much smaller than a normal harpoon, shot towards it.

The crossbow arrow penetrated deeply into the gaps between the scales on the head of the water dragon, and the sharp barbs stuck it firmly in the flesh of the water dragon.

As the dragon's head swung, the rope connected to the back of the crossbow instantly straightened, preventing it from lowering its head to bite the hunter below.

"It worked, meow!"

Seabuckthorn jumped, dropped the portable restraint grenade launcher "Fei Spider No. 2" in his hand, turned around and ran away.

The other end of the steel cable had already been firmly fixed to the ground with ground spikes. Although considering portability and convenience, the ropes and ground spikes used by the Princess Spider No. 2 were not as strong as a real heavy crossbow.

Not to mention those giant monsters with equally astonishing size and strength, even ichthyosaurs like water dragons managed to break free in just three or four seconds.

But this amount of time is enough for hunters.

Taking the opportunity to complete the accumulation of power, Orlan swung his sword and flashed between Shuilong's legs. The sword wrapped with air blades cut the tendons of Shuilong's legs.

In severe pain, the water dragon, which was not very good at walking on land, fell to the ground with a howl.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

Of course, Muti would not miss such a good opportunity to attack. She rushed to the faucet and swung, bombarded, and used the Dragon Cannon. All kinds of attacks fell on the water dragon's head at once.

Then came her favorite part. She thrust her gun with all her strength, inserting the rifle deep into the monster's mouth and then detonating the dragon cannon.

The explosive flames that erupted blew the water dragon's gums to pieces.

At the same time, a figure wrapped in blood-colored flames emerged from the ground.

"Meow--!!"

Yuwan, who had transformed into a beast, dived into the water dragon's mouth. The two steel claws swung out, leaving afterimages, and blood and flesh spurted out of the water dragon's mouth uncontrollably.

Yuwan, whose fur had long been stained with blood, didn't care at all. He kept drilling deep into the water dragon's throat, as if he wanted to drill directly into its stomach and take out its heart.

Under the siege of the crowd, the poor water dragon was unable to get up from the ground until it took its last breath.

The fish ball tore a hole deep in the water dragon's throat and crawled out. The horrifying scene scared Aolang who was about to peel it off.

"Aren't you afraid that the monster will chew you up and swallow you?" Orlan put down the knife for skinning and said helplessly.

"Muti won't let a monster chew me, meow." Fishball, with blood all over his face, licked his paw and glanced at him. "Even if I get swallowed, I'm not afraid, meow. I'll tear open its belly and crawl out, meow."

Muti came over and used recovery medicine to wash the wound on Yuwan's back. It was the wound caused by the water dragon's sharp teeth when the latter drilled into the water dragon's mouth.

"Don't do this again next time. It's easy to get hurt." After a simple treatment and bandage, Muti rubbed Yuwan's head and said.

"Okay meow~" Yuwan rubbed Muti's palm, and his attitude was completely different from when he faced Orlan.

Aolang grinned and continued peeling.

They don't have much demand for water dragon materials, but at least they can sell them to the guild for some money, right?

He was also considering whether to use the material of this water dragon to make a pair of swords. Although most of the time he used a katana for hunting, there were occasional exceptions.

In addition, the Water Dragon Twin Swords are one of the best water-attribute weapons that you can get at the three-star stage. Regardless of whether you will have the opportunity to use them in the future, it is worthwhile to "collect" one.

After completing the stripping work, the two people and two cats set off on their return journey.

Finally, after nightfall, they returned to the small fishing village on the southwest coast of the Inland Sea, on the edge of the dense Metabe forest.

The one who commissioned them to hunt the water dragon was the chief of this fishing village.

More than a month ago, the alien water dragon occupied the precious fishing grounds on which they depended for their livelihood. For the sake of everyone's livelihood, they had to deal with or drive away the water dragon.

There is a resident hunter in this small village, but that hunter is almost sixty years old and his hunter level is only two stars. He is really unable to deal with the huge monster that is nearly twenty meters long.

In desperation, the village chief was about to go to the nearest city to seek help from the guild. As a result, he happened to meet Orlan and his partner who were passing by, and they took over the commission.

When they returned to the village, the elderly village chief was pacing at the entrance of the village with an uneasy look on his face.

In his opinion, the two hunters were too young, not even as old as his granddaughter. Was that really okay?

"Village chief!" In order not to scare the old man, Aolan shouted from a distance.

The old village chief who heard the noise hurried over.

"Are you all right?"