However, Amon is worthy of being a monster of the fifteenth layer, that is, it is much stronger than those monsters before it. (8) (1) Medium'Ω Text┡. ８⒈

It opened its bloody mouth and roared again, and the muscles around it kept shaking, as if they were all responding to this angry roar.

Then, it opened its feet, smashed the stones on the ground with a pair of big hooves, raised its fists the size of a football, and smashed it down against me.

This blow, which contained all its rage, was vented on me, an adventurer half a body shorter than it, trying to smash me into a puddle of meatloaf with the force of this blow, so as to relieve its previous gaffe rage.

Rumble!

I was slammed out by this huge force, and my body flew back towards the rushing Lyu, but I only flew backwards for less than a meter before I stopped.

Looking down at the Matthew Knife, there was a slight dent in the blade in the middle.

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

A meter away, Yamon had a hideous face, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be crazy.

It is no wonder that its proud strong hands are not only drenched in blood at this moment, but also cracked a wound half an inch wide and visible bone.

The flesh on the wound was slowly sliding off in the form of minced flesh, not only did it not heal, but even the wounds that were cut out around it did not improve in the slightest.

Its healing power, after my knife, actually failed!

"Come on, big man!" I shouted, and once again the sword slashed in front of me, like a swooping leopard, and slew at it.

The killing intent scattered from my whole body was once again a little thicker, and faintly, I could even see that a black mist enveloped my arms, and it seemed to appear out of thin air, neither bringing me pain nor comfort, but just slowly generating unconsciously with my gradually rising killing intent.

"What is this?" I looked at the black qi that seemed to be nothing, and I was a little puzzled in my heart: "Why can't I feel any disobedience?" ”

I remember that in the previous life, I was just an ordinary otaku uncle, and there was no talent for it, and in this life, I also obtained all the memories of this body, and there was nothing unusual about it, except for the left arm.

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

Subconsciously glancing at it, there was no unusual change at all in the exposed part, and the black mist did not float out of the gauntlet of my left arm, but looked more like it was coming from all the pores above and below my body.

There is no poisoning, and there is no curse, I am absolutely confident in these two things.

In this way, there is only one possibility: while absorbing the combat skills, my body has undergone a mutation.

This black mist, which would never have appeared even if I was full of killing intent, appeared out of thin air after I absorbed the combat technique, and it also appeared after I frequently used the combat technique, could it be said that this is related to the proficiency of the combat technique?

When I get back, I'll be sure to check the proficiency of my skills to see if that's the reason.

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

I don't know why, my body shape, and even all aspects of my abilities seem to be growing, could this be related to the generation of killing intent?

The more Killing Intent is generated, the stronger my stats become?

If this is not an illusion, will the growth of these values be permanent?

After a moment's pause, he swept by, and at the same time, Amon's fist slammed into him, but it was empty.

I don't know where Yamon's slightly familiar style of play came from, but I'm sure it's very similar to the martial arts I've seen on the Azure Planet.

If it weren't a monster, I might even think it's a martial arts master who is good at grappling.

Maybe I'll learn from a teacher on a whim.

However, alas, it is an Amun, and Amon does not need an apprentice, it only needs a younger brother and food.

Its little brother can only be Amun, and as for food, adventurers like me are all of them.

The blurred blade of the Matthew knife pierced Amon's wrist and brought up a piece of flesh.

Amon roared in pain, trying to withdraw his smashed arm, but it was too late.

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

However, my Matai knife also seems to have suffered a lot of impact, and there is another place on the blade that has a curled edge.

It was not clear what the Ammon skeleton was made of, and it was completely harder than the steel sword, but fortunately, its skin and muscles were completely controllable, and with a little force, it could be cut open.

Amon with a broken wrist was completely furious, and all the power hidden in its body was also radiating at the same time, and the muscles that were already strong enough to explode now seemed to be even more inflated.

Is this the physical potential that monsters arouse under severe injuries? Tsk, that's a good test object! Watch me cut you one by one later......

I laughed in a low voice, and suddenly, when I came back to my senses, I was shocked into a cold sweat, and I couldn't help but secretly say, "What's the matter?" Why is it that with the killing intent, I feel like a different person? ”

Or is it me, too? It's just human nature that has been suppressed?

Slightly uneasy, I think it's time to suppress this killing intent, although it is a bit tricky to face the enraged Amon, but I can still get out of it.

After all, it's nothing more than a seventh-level monster.

However, how can this already strong killing intent be suppressed?

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

Could it be that you have to exhaust yourself to the point of complete exhaustion and fall asleep on the ground to cool down Tengteng's killing intent?

That's too much trouble, isn't it?

If there is really anything on the way, do you have to go back to Eri City with a strong killing intent?

It's strange not to be seen as a murderer.

If the city guards are attracted because of this, and you happen to encounter a guy who recognizes people with his fists, it will inevitably be another bloody battle.

I'm not afraid of their power, but I'm no longer alone, but I have three fiancées who see me as my life, a bunch of brothers and sisters, and a bug that I took out of the dungeon.

If they get affected by this, it's hard for me to feel at ease.

Really, if you can't control this killing intent well, it's hard to say when you'll have to leave Eri City because of this!

Ahh

I'm starting to get irritable again.