Chapter 162: The battle with Amon

However, Amon deserves to be the monster on the fifteenth floor, which is much stronger than the monsters before.
It opened its mouth wide and roared again, and the muscles around its body were shaking constantly, as if they were responding to this angry roar.
Immediately afterwards, it opened its feet, a pair of big hooves smashed the stones on the ground, raised the pair of football-sized fists high, and slammed it down to meet the rushing me.
This blow, containing all its anger, vented on me, an adventurer half a body shorter than it, trying to smash me into a pool of meat pie with the power of this blow, before it can be solved. The gaffe of anger.
boom!
I was smashed out by this huge force, and my body flew back towards the rushing road. However, I only flew back less than one meter before I stopped.
Looking down at the Matthew Sword, a slight dent appeared in the middle of the blade.
I grinned in excitement: "What a hard bone!"
One meter away, Yameng, with a hideous face and red eyes, seemed to be mad.
It is no wonder that its proud strong hands are not only dripping with blood at this moment, but also a half-inch wide, visible bone wound.
The flesh and blood on the wound was slowly slipping off in the form of meat paste. Not only did it fail to heal, but even the cut-out wound around it did not show any improvement.
Its healing power, after my cut, actually failed!
"Come on, big guy!" I shouted loudly, and the slashing mate sword ran across in front of me again, like a swooping leopard, rushing to kill it.
The killing intent radiating from my whole body was once again thicker, and faintly, I could even see that if there was a cloud of black mist covering my arms, it seemed to appear out of nowhere, and it was not given. I brought pain, and did not bring me comfort, just unconsciously slowly formed with my gradual killing intent.
"What is this?" I looked at Ruoyoruowu's black air, and felt a little puzzled: "Why can't I feel any violation?"
I remember the last life, I was just an ordinary otaku uncle, and I didn’t have any unusual talents. In this life, I also got all the memories of this body, and there was nothing unusual, except for that one. Left arm.
Could it be that they all belong to my left arm?
Glancing subconsciously, there was no abnormal change in the exposed part, and the black mist did not float from the left arm guard, it looked more like it was emitting from all the pores around my body.
No poisoning, no curse, I am absolutely confident of these two points.
In this way, there is only one possibility: while absorbing combat skills, my body has undergone abnormal changes.
This black mist that would never appear even if I was full of killing intent, after I absorbed combat skills, it appeared out of thin air, and it appeared after I used combat skills frequently. Could it be said that this is related to the proficiency of combat skills? related?
After returning, I must check the proficiency of combat skills to see if it is caused by this.
However, the most urgent task at the moment is to get rid of the strong Amon as soon as possible, and then suppress the killing intent that is continuously generated in the body.
For some reason, my body shape, speed, and even all aspects of abilities seem to be growing. Is this related to the generation of killing intent?
The more killing intents are generated, the stronger my various values ​​will become?
If this is not an illusion, will the growth of these values ​​be permanent?
The figure stopped for a while, and then passed by. At the same time, Amon's fist also smashed, but it was empty.
Although I don't know where Yamon's slightly familiar style of play came from, I can be sure that it is absolutely similar to the martial arts I have seen on the blue planet.
If it is not a monster, I might even think that this is a fighting master who is good at fighting.
Maybe, I will learn art from a teacher on a whim.
However, it is a pity that it is an Amon, and Amon does not need an apprentice, it only needs a younger brother and food.
Its little brother can only be Amon, as for food, adventurers like me are all.
The fuzzy face of the Matthew Sword pierced Amon's wrist with a tricky way, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood.
Amon roared, trying to withdraw the smashed arm, but it was too late.
Nearly half of the muscles of the sturdy wrist were opened, turned into minced meat, and fell off to the ground. The white bones were also exposed at the same time, and there were some broken blood vessels.
However, my slashing mata sword also seemed to have received a lot of impact, and the blade was curled in another part of the blade.
It is completely unclear what the structure of Amon's bones is made of, and the hardness level completely surpasses that of the stainless steel Dachi. Fortunately, its skin and muscles are completely controllable, and it can be cut with a little force.
Amon, who had a broken wrist, was completely furious, and all the power hidden in it was also exuding at the same time. The muscles that were originally strong enough to burst, now it seems that they have expanded in a circle.
Is this the physical potential of a monster aroused by a serious injury? Hey, it's really a good test target! Watch me take you with one knife later...
I chuckled in a low voice. Suddenly, when I came back to my senses, I was startled in a cold sweat, and I couldn't help but secretly said: "What's the matter? Why do you want to kill together? It's like I changed someone?"
Or is it me? Is it just human nature that has been suppressed?
Slightly disturbed, I think it's time to suppress this killing intent. Although facing the enraged Amon, it is a bit tricky, but I can still get out of it.
After all, it is just a seventh-level monster.
However, how can the killing intent, which is already strong now, be suppressed?
I can't help but encounter this problem again.
Could it be said that you have to be completely exhausted and fall asleep in order to cool off the killing intent?
That would be too much trouble.
If something really happens in the middle, do you have to return to Ai Rui City with a strong killing intent?
It's not to be regarded as a murderous demon.
In case the guard army is attracted by this, and you happen to run into another guy who recognizes people with his fists, it will definitely be another battle.
Although I am not afraid of their power, after all, I am no longer alone, but have three fiancees who see me as life, a bunch of brothers and sisters, and a pet bug that I took out of the dungeon. .
If they are affected by this, I will feel very uneasy.
Really, if you can't control this killing intent, it's hard to say when you will have to leave Ai Ruicheng because of this!
Ahhh!
I became irritable again.
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