Chapter 173: Amon with spasms?

Back at the fork in the road again, I did not hesitate to choose a straight route.
Now that it has been upgraded, I am looking forward to entering the sixteenth floor to take a look.
If possible, I would also like to enter the seventeenth floor to try. Although the monsters there are eighth level, I think it shouldn’t cause me much trouble.
After making up your mind, move on.
Although the road ahead was a bit tortuous and there were many corners, the monster like Yamon seemed not only not good at teamwork, but also not good at sneak attacks.
In the first few corners, I was cautious, for fear that a huge fist would pop up and knock me out in a hurry.
But when he turned around, Yamon would either stand there and look around, or wander back and forth to inspect both sides, or sit on the ground and look around.
There weren't any sneak attacks, all of them were warriors who advocated the spirit of chivalry!
I can't help but praise in my heart.
In other words, what I like most to encounter is this kind of second-class opponent who respects the spirit of chivalry. This kind of opponent is full of muscles and raging blood from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, even including the brain. They never use the few brain cells to think, but they are better at listening to the blood flowing in the body, like an angry rhino, rushing against all the existence that provokes them.
Generally, when encountering this kind of opponent, as long as I am not imaged by killing intent, and not being driven too much by the opponent, the strength is poor, and basically no damage to the monster.
Having said that, Amon is not all that kind of second-rate player.
After almost walking a long way, I finally met another Amon who was unique.
It is huge, even bigger than the Amon who first encountered it.
The skin is dark red, if you don't look carefully, you might even think it is a monster without skin.
The violent muscles, bulging blood vessels, and trembling like a mouse, are simply an enlarged version of the international fitness champion.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and a lot of black lines were drawn on the corners of his forehead.
Although he hadn't played against each other yet, this Amon looked very powerful at first sight, and maybe he would fall into a bitter battle again.
A few meters away, I didn't do anything for a long time. The sword in my hand was still in its sheath, but my hand had already climbed onto the handle of the knife and held it tightly.
It is war or withdrawal, still hesitating.
If you bypass it, you may soon enter the sixteenth floor, but I always feel a little regretful.
If you fight with it, once you get into a bitter fight and waste too much physical energy, perhaps this journey will return.
Well, it's really uncertain.
I sighed a little distressed, and moved my steps habitually, making a slight scratching noise.
The sound of breathing that had been fairly steady instantly became rapid and thick. It was not my breathing, but the Amon in front of me.
It turned its back to me before, slowly turning its body, and its terrifying face was fully revealed.
On its chest, there are several deep or shallow damages, as well as dozens of dents of different depths. Those are all left by sword weapons, fire guns, and crossbow weapons.
If this is the case, perhaps it doesn't explain anything. On its chest, there is a string of rosary-like ornaments.
The ornaments are knotted with straw ropes, and dozens of round spheres with white flowers collide with each other, making an empty sound.
These round spheres are human skulls that have been cleansed for a long time.
Under the dim light, there was no trace of flesh and blood on the skulls, and the stunned Bai Sen was terrible.
Some skulls no longer have a chin. It is not known whether they were eaten or crushed in the process of connecting them.
The only thing I know is that their owners must have experienced very despair. After all, from a hunter to a prey, this process, no matter who it is, will feel desperate.
Amon is a very exclusive monster. So, this piece of land should be its exclusive territory. However, I haven't seen any wreckage of adventurers and weapons left behind. Could it be said that these were all eaten by it? Did it fall?
It's really a steel tooth and iron stomach...
Amon stared at me with a pair of red eyes, staring at me furiously, as if he was deeply hostile to me, an uninvited human.
Is it an anger from being uninvited?
I sneered: Maybe it's more than that, even if you say hello to it, you will definitely be hostile to it, after all, Amon's territorial consciousness is extremely strong.
So, is it going to start?
I observed that the hand on the hilt of the knife never slackened. As long as there is any disturbance in it, it will be regarded as the initiation of the battle.
Moo!
Amon let out a low growl, with a strong threat and coercion, as if he was announcing to me no further.
On the other hand, I stood motionless, in a posture, waiting for the moment of trouble.
Although the whole body exudes a war intent, it does not carry the slightest murderous intent. After all, the murderous intent will follow. At that time, I will definitely be out of control and rush to attack the monster in front of me.
This one seems to be one size bigger than the first Amon, and once it attacks impulsively, it is likely to end up very badly.
Maybe its power and destructive power are much stronger than the first one.
Regardless of whether I have been promoted by one level, all the ability indexes have improved accordingly, but in the face of absolute strength, I still cannot bear it.
While thinking about the countermeasures, I made up my mind: Once the opponent initiates an attack, use agility and speed to decide the victory. As for the competition power and the like, we must avoid what can be avoided.
I confronted it quietly like this, and no one would move more.
Amon’s red eyes are gradually full of irritability. I can feel it. Every time it breathes, it will take a point heavier than before, and the tremor of the body’s muscles will be violent than before. A pair of them is much larger than my head. The fists kept making slight clicks, as if there was a small mouse being crushed inside each.
The click became louder and denser, and gradually spread all over Amon's body. It didn't take long for it to make this strange sound all over its body.
Along with the start of the strange sound, the muscles of Yameng's body became more and more intense, as if being electrocuted, and could not stop at all.
Got an electric shock?
Don't want to...
Spasms?
like......
If it is really convulsions, then this tremor should be painful and uncontrollable. Why does its eyes shine with excitement?
Although I don't know what is going on, but I always feel that the war is near.
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