Chapter 163 Amon, the Tenacious Vitality

Sure enough, a monster like Amon must have a brain full of muscles, otherwise he wouldn't attack me so incomprehensibly when I was irritable.

For this kind of monster with low IQ, low EQ, and prone to violence at every turn, I must deal with it severely and severely - with my knife.

Although the Zanmatachi already has two curled blades, this does not mean that it has lost its use value.

After all, it is the work of old Patch's conscience. Although he is stingy, loves to take advantage, and likes to use other people's things as his own, the weapons he forges are excellent.

It's just a pity that he doesn't know how to forge enchanted weapons.

Is this a pity?

Except for the curled edge, the other blades are also very sharp.

It has to be said that once a monster like Amon activates its physical potential, it will be much more difficult to deal with than usual.

Although the damaged area is still badly damaged, this does not affect its combat effectiveness at all!

Uh, okay, it will still have some impact.

At least he used to swing two fists at the same time, but now he can only swing one fist.

The level of fighting can be regarded as rising by half a level.

Amon roared and rushed over, waving his intact fist and slamming into my body with a whirring sound.

This punch did not have any boxing content or any skills. It was just a simple, angry, and full-strength punch.

Therefore, this punch is very fast and powerful.

Although I don't know if I can take this punch intact, I want to try.

Holding the handle of the knife with one hand and supporting the back of the knife with the other, he raised the blade to face the enemy. The vague patterns on the blade continued to undulate, like a lake disturbed by gravel.

Without any surprise, my fist hit the blade of the sword hard, and the irresistible force quickly passed from the blade into my hand, then my arms, then my entire upper body, and then my legs and feet.

Under the pressure of the huge force, my knees made a creaking sound. This was a response to the huge force and a reminder to me: I was about to reach my limit.

When I came to Zephyr Continent and entered the dungeon, apart from the tauren boss, this was the first monster that made me feel oppressed.

The strong bones and powerful strength almost broke through my defense.

The squeaking scream of the Zanmatada sword was heard in his ears. The blade, which was more than an inch wide and more than one meter long, was finally twisted into twists under the powerful impact.

The fist of the initiator was also destroyed by the sharp blade and resonance of the sword.

The flesh and blood vessels on the five thick fingers were all shattered without exception, turning into puddles of minced meat and falling to the ground.

The blood kept flowing out, completely dyeing the white bones red, and flowing down the barely intact skin and flesh.

Amon roared again, this time, it seemed even more heartbreaking and miserable.

Who asked you to touch the blade?

I thought coldly.

Glancing at the Zanmatachi in his hand, he saw that it had completed its mission in life. Even if it was remade, it would probably be difficult to put it to great use in the future.

This is not to say that its toughness and hardness will decrease after being recast, but it is actually because it is no longer able to compete head-on with monsters after the fifteenth floor.

But if you think about it carefully, it can be considered an extraordinary experience.

After all, this is what I got from a fourth-level adventurer, and he is also a corpse thief. The quality is average at best. After killing monsters all the way to here, it can be regarded as the end of his life.

But when I think about throwing it away, there is always a suspicion that the rabbit will die before the dog is cooked.

After struggling for a few seconds, he finally sighed and put it aside for the time being. When he goes back, he can ask Old Patch to help him reforge it. Even if it is not in use, it can be hung as a souvenir on the wall.

Amon finally recovered from the severe pain. One of his wrists had been damaged, and the fingers on the other fist had also lost their function and could no longer be made into a fist.

Losing both fists means that the tiger has lost its sharp claws, and the threat it can generate is instantly reduced by more than half.

Even if the threat is reduced by half, monsters are monsters. As long as there are still teeth, you never know when they will come out of the dark corners and bite your throat.

Therefore, monsters that are not friendly forces must die!

This has become my creed when walking in the dungeons of Zephyr Continent.

He put down the twisted Zanmatachi and took the Naotachi into his hand.

This Naotachi was made from a dagger dropped by the boss in the gap between the spaces. Its toughness is unmatched by even a Zanmatata Sword and a horse-beating sword. Its sharpness surpasses most sharp weapons due to its enchantment.

Although it is not as long as the Zanmatachi, it is easier to use. Driven by the murderous intention, the effect of combat skills is once again reflected in the Naotachi.

His figure flashed, and he was in front of Amon in a blink of an eye. The sword flashed and struck Amon on the shoulder.

At this time, Amon was afraid because he had lost his hands, and even showed signs of defeat.

However, when it saw my figure appearing in front of it again, the fear that gathered in my heart instantly turned into deep hatred.

It opened its huge mouth and roared at me: Moo!

Although the roar was incompatible, the volume was loud and deafening. I only felt a buzzing in my ears, and could no longer hear any movement around me, except for the constant buzzing.

Got tinnitus?

I thought to myself, but I didn't bother to stop and investigate. We were less than half a meter away from Amon, and the Naotachi in my hand was already full of power, and we only needed this one strike.

There was a cold light and a soft clicking sound, and the Naotachi cut into Amon's body like water, from the left shoulder, directly into the chest and abdomen.

What a knife! It's really sharp!

I praised it.

In severe pain, Amon felt that the situation was over, and he probably could not escape this disaster. In desperation, its eyes once again burst out with cruel eyes, raised its thigh, which was thicker than my waist, and gave it a fierce blow. He kicked me in the stomach.

Before the strength was exhausted, my knife had not yet been withdrawn, and my body in mid-air could not move. The force of that fierce kick was completely eaten into my body.

The force of this kick seemed to be stronger than the previous punch. I felt as if my whole body had been hit by a car. I arched my body and drew an arc in the air. I fell heavily to the ground three meters away. outside the ground.

Naotachi had also left his hand and remained on Amon's lower abdomen.

The shocking wound that was cut from the shoulder to the lower abdomen instantly spattered countless blood.

Even so, Amon is still not dead!