Chapter 1461 Hard Head

In fact, the question "What did I step on?" is completely unnecessary to ask.

All around me, apart from the protruding rocks, were the bodies of big-headed monsters like giant salamanders. The former had chrome feet when stepped on, while the latter was very elastic when stepped on.

At this moment, the things under my feet have a very elastic texture.

I turned my eyes slightly, and saw a horrifying scene - the curled-up tail of the big head was just stepped on by me, and the small body connected to the tail was twisting, trying to escape the pain of being squeezed.

I raised my gaze again. The big head directly behind me had turned its head at this moment. It was facing my big face without eyes, and it slowly opened its slightly closed mouth. The strong earthy smell was there. The spit came out and filled my nostrils instantly.

This situation can't be too bad. What should I do next?

I don’t want the big head to chew me like a carrot. It may be a sensory enjoyment for it, but it’s a game between life and death for me!

Sooner or later, I tapped my feet on the ground and unleashed all the strength I had accumulated before. I did a high-speed somersault at a height of more than one meter and 3,600 degrees.

It is no exaggeration to say that the moment I took to the air, I felt a quite terrifying momentum passing me, which was the instant bite move of the big head.

There was a crisper click than anything I had heard before. As I was turning somersaults in mid-air, I could even feel the ripples in the air. The bite was so heavy that I was so high up in the air. I can vaguely perceive it.

My feet landed smoothly, and I did the victory pose of a gymnast after a perfect landing.

"Thank you, thank you all." Thinking of the enthusiastic scene of the athlete's perfect landing in his mind, he subconsciously murmured words of thanks.

"Now is not the time to say thank you!" The dwarf king picked up his war hammer and smashed it behind me without hesitation.

The gust of wind stirred up when the warhammer brushed against my body almost knocked me down when I had just regained my footing.

There was a muffled sound behind me. I turned my head and saw the war hammer hit the big head firmly on the forehead, but it still couldn't cause any damage.

I stopped making unnecessary moves and swung my Odachi sword towards the big head, slashing once, twice, three or four times. The blade was wrapped with a thin layer of killing intent, and combat skills were also activated at the same time.

The sharp blade that could cut through low-grade stainless steel with one strike was actually no threat when faced with the big head!

I was shocked and asked, "What kind of monsters are these?"

"So I tell you to be careful," the dwarf king said, "The monsters in the secret realm are very powerful."

"I really did as you said," I agreed: "This thing is harder than low-grade fine steel, and I can't even cut a crack with it with a knife!"

"It's not just low-grade stainless steel." The dwarf king swung his hammer one after another, forcing the big head to be unable to open his mouth. He said at the same time: "Look at me hammering more than ten times in succession, even using the power of transformation. At most, I can destroy the monster in front of me. The shell of my head was smashed and deformed. It wasn’t me who blew it, but the force I just used could have smashed a lump of stainless steel into a husk!"

After hearing this, I couldn't help but ask: "So what exactly is this?"

"How do I know?" the dwarf king said: "I am only responsible for fighting. Naming and the like are the work of civil servants. You will look back when you have time later. The man standing at the entrance of the cave with a notebook to write down things is the one who is coming. Here, there is a civil servant who specializes in naming these monsters. If you want to know the name, ask him yourself later."

"I have no interest in names or anything like that." I waved my knife one after another, knocking a big head that had just opened its mouth shut, and turned around and said, "I just want to say, this secret realm is really magical, what's inside Although the monsters are ugly, they are all powerful!"

"That's why I'm anxious to bring you here, so that you can see the world. As my son-in-law, how can you have such a shallow vision!"

After the dwarf king finished speaking, he roared, jumped up high, held the handle of the hammer with both hands, and hit the deformed part of the big head with the force of a meteor.

There was a muffled sound, and the big, indestructible head finally opened. Red and white things flew everywhere and collapsed everywhere.

The dwarf king took over two minutes to kill a big head, instantly boosting his morale. The other tough dwarves also picked up their hammers and attacked the big head in front of them with a violent attitude.

The big head is very ferocious, but unfortunately its attack mode is too simple. It bites, just bites, all kinds of bites.

Anyone with a single attack mode will either be invincible or be targeted like a dog, and Big Head falls into the latter category.

As long as you can get it to shut its mouth, you can beat it in various ways.

I worked hard to chop the knife, unconsciously, recalling the time when I first became an adventurer. I relentlessly chopped monsters every day, practiced the basics every day, and created my own knife skills every day.

That can be said to be one of the most unforgettable times for me.

But unfortunately, the only thing left from that time was my tough physique. As for my sword skills, they are sealed in my deepest memory.

It’s not that the knife skills are not sharp, but the appearance is too weird.

The reason why I became a wandering adventurer is actually directly related to my swordsmanship. I think back to the beginning, I was considered a little fresh meat, and I also held the position of warrior in some little-known small guilds, and also passed through the army. I fought hard for my life, but every time after I demonstrated my exquisite sword skills, the guild president would always use various excuses to expel me.

At first, I naively thought that those excuses were all true, that I was truly a rare genius, and that those presidents were sincerely interested in me and were afraid of delaying my life.

However, after being expelled many times, I finally understood the reason. In the final analysis, it was because I disliked my swordsmanship because it was too weird and would lower the guild's quality.

From then on, I gave up the so-called sword skills and only fought with instinct.

After slowly getting used to this fighting method, I subconsciously gave this instinct-based sword technique a resounding name - Blind Slashing Knife Technique.

In short, whether it is a random hacking technique or an instinctive sword technique, if it can kill the enemy, it is a good sword technique.

With this knife technique, I frantically chopped off the big head in front of me that was about to open its mouth until it was bleeding. Speaking of which, this was really a big and difficult project!

You know, from the beginning of the battle to now, I have cut it no less than a hundred times before finally breaking through its defense.

I can guarantee that if this state continues, I will be almost paralyzed from exhaustion after killing this big head with my own hands.

Time passed quickly, and the trauma I inflicted on the big head was very slow. The dwarves around me had already finished fighting. I had just cut the big sword into the big head. With a low wail, I faced this The big head finally died.