Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1262 Bleeding
After a brief confrontation, the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon suddenly turned sideways and exerted force on the muscles of its limbs at the same time.

The huge frost-white body was wrapped in snow powder, pushing away the air and rushing forward with a loud bang.

Damn it!
Similar side collisions are used by most large monsters. They are extremely powerful but have obvious signs, so hunters with some experience can usually avoid them easily.

But this Frost Blade Icefang Dragon's Iron Mountain is a little different.

The preparations were almost invisible and the speed was astonishingly fast.

The two previous battle experiences made this old dragon with a very keen sense of battle clearly realize that dealing with small hunters is different from dealing with large monsters of the same size.

The power of the attack is secondary; speed and timing are the real key.

However, its opponent is also an extremely experienced old hunter.

Experienced hunters can predict the monster's attack movements by reading its muscles, but old guys like the sword master don't need to observe or judge.

Relying on the so-called "intuition", you can guess the monster's next move.

He even took advantage of the opportunity to thrust forward with a sword, and then at the moment when the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon launched the Iron Mountain Lean, he turned around and retreated.

There was no gap between the forward and backward movements of the two, it was like a dance.

Not only did its attack miss, but the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon was also hit by a sword and roared and jumped back, creating a distance of more than body lengths.

It is not advantageous to engage in close combat with a hunter who is more agile. It is more advantageous to keep a certain distance.

The huge mouth opened and a stream of extremely cold air spurted out, carrying with it snowflakes flying in the air.

The swordsman immediately slid sideways and dodged with the smallest movement.

The cold air blew across the ground, leaving behind a frosty trail covered with tiny ice spikes.

The swordsmanship master knew that these seemingly inconspicuous ice spikes would stick to his legs and feet, restricting his movements, so he avoided them carefully.

The frost breath paused, but did not stop.

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon turned its head and another stream of freezing air spurted out.

Two untouchable frost paths were fan-shaped, trapping the swordsmanship master in the middle and severely limiting his space for movement to the sides.

"I see."

The old hunter, aware of the Frost Blade and Ice Fang Dragon's intentions, did not seem panicked. He sheathed his sword and prepared to fight.

"Roar!"

The Frost Blade Icefang Dragon leaped up with a light jump.

The body, more than 20 meters long, pounced on the hunter like a mountain.

At the moment when the Frost Blade Icefang Dragon jumped, the swordsman drew his sword and swung it forward.

The timing of the Iai Slash seemed to be too early this time, and it didn't look like it would hit the target.

But his purpose was not to attack.

Using the inertia of the sword, the swordsmanship master slid forward more than ten meters and successfully avoided the attack of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon.

The hunter and the dragon switched positions and turned around at the same time.

The Ice Fang Dragon was about to repeat its old trick and pounce once more, but the swordsmanship master was one step faster than it and thrust his sword forward before it could jump, and the flaming sword hit the Ice Fang Dragon right in the face.

Air blade stabs.

When it was attacked just before leaping up, the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon's movements paused and became disordered for a moment.

The swordsmanship master would naturally not miss this flaw. He took advantage of the momentum to jump up and slash down with his sword.

Climb the dragon sword and cut with the air blade!

Blazing flames exploded along with the sword energy, cutting a several-meter-long wound from the top of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon's head to the side of its neck, and blood gushed out.

The flesh was cut and the wound turned black due to the high temperature burning. The severe pain made the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon lean back reflexively and almost fell down.

At the last moment, it stretched out its limbs and finally managed to stabilize its center of gravity.

“Roar, ahh ...

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon roared, turned its head and body, and swept its frost teeth like long swords towards the hunter.

The swordsmanship master did not intend to take the attack head-on, and retreated backwards.

The Frost Blade Icefang Dragon chased closely, swinging its body left and right, and attacking the hunter with its long frost fangs.

“Shhh.”

As he retreated continuously, the swordsman's heels inevitably stepped on the frost on the ground that had not yet completely melted.

The spreading frost froze his legs.

In this situation, his best moves, Mikiri and Iai Slash, were useless, and he couldn't even roll over.

Seeing the pair of frosty teeth attacking again.

At this time, if you swing the sword at the ice under your feet, the dragon flame wrapped around the sword can melt the frost and let your feet be free again, but it will be too late to roll or cut.

And he drew his sword to block.
Of course he also knows precise defensive sword skills like the Gangqi Blade Slash, but he doesn't know if his old bones can handle it.

There is no time to hesitate, the attack will come in the next second.

The sword master suddenly swung his sword downward, and the hot blade swept across the ground, melting the frost and freeing his legs.

Then, he did something he would never have thought of before - he raised his left arm and fired his flying claw.

The distance between the Flying Claw and the target was close enough that even though the swordsmanship master had almost never used this kind of tool, he still managed to hit the target successfully.

But the accuracy was not ideal. The old hunter aimed at the head, but the flying claw hooked the shell on the shoulder of the Ice Fang Dragon.

The spring rolled up rapidly, pulling the old hunter forward as he cried out in surprise, and he almost crashed into the weapon head-on.

Fortunately, his reaction speed did not deteriorate too much. Although his movements were a bit clumsy, he finally stretched out his hands and feet in time and clinged to the body of the Frost Blade Icefang Dragon.

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon roared and swung its body, trying to throw him down.

The sword master tried his best to hold on tightly.

At this time, the two old guys are competing to see who has worse physical strength.
The sword master won.

In order to swing the Frost Fang, the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon swung its body continuously and greatly, which consumed a lot of physical strength. It was difficult to recover in one breath, so it had to stop and recover while panting.

The swordsman took this opportunity to release the flying claw, climbed along the neck and jumped to the side of the Frost Blade Ice Fang dragon's head.

He pressed the katana against the wound that had been cut by the air blade, held the hilt with both hands, and pulled it down hard.

This sword seemed to have cut an artery in the Ice Fang Dragon's neck, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

The swordsmanship master jumped to the ground, but the soft snow made it difficult for him to gain foothold, and he staggered two steps before he could stand firm.

In just a few seconds, the spurting blood had soaked the Frost Blade Icefang Dragon's pale hair, and even the snow on the ground was dyed red.

"Hooooo!!!"

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon howled, and extremely cold air surged out of its body. Frost quickly grew between its hair and shell.

It seemed to be trying to freeze the wound in this way to stop the bleeding.

Unfortunately, it was not an ordinary wound. Due to the influence of arterial blood pressure and blood temperature, the freezing effect was not ideal.

The frost covering the wound on the neck kept melting and freezing again, and the gushing blood became smaller but still continued to flow.

This method of stopping bleeding will also cause its core temperature to continue to drop.

If this continues, even with the size of the Frost Blade Icefang Dragon, it will not be able to hold on for too long. At most half an hour, it will lose the ability to move due to blood loss and hypothermia.

"It looks like I won this game."

Even though he was muttering this, the swordsmanship master did not dare to let his guard down.

Raise the sword again and face your opponent.

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon also turned to him again, and as the sun completely set, its light-fearing ice-blue dragon eyes opened completely.

What is contained in it is endless anger and madness.

The swordsman adjusted his breathing, lowered his center of gravity, and prepared himself to respond to the attack.

A dying beast is the most dangerous. This guy wants to drag me down with him.

(End of this chapter)