Chapter 822: Designated opponent

Although the tone of Odachi’s words is strange, the credibility is still very high. At least, so far, it has not pitted me. In its words: Although I have a soul, I am just a sword, which is different from your humans. You can speak ignorant of your conscience, but I cannot do it ignorant of your soul.
When I learned that Emily was able to kill the monster hidden in the dust without injury, my heart finally calmed down. However, I still feel oppressed from it. This is because the strength gap is too large. Drawbacks.
Finally, the dust cleared and the monster appeared.
What a big Amon...
This thought appeared in my mind as I saw it at first glance.
It is not much taller than the Tauren boss, and it is the same size as a fist and half an adult's body.
The skin on the body is earthy yellow and mottled, like air-dried loess blocks, with some messy fur extending from the gaps in the blocks.
Its legs and arms resemble the torso of four giant trees, and the muscles are covered with tangled muscles. These muscles, with every movement of Amon, will produce slight tremors and a faint white mist.
There are two horns on its head, which are curved and twisted, similar in shape to the sharp horns of the tauren boss, but the difference is that it has only one complete sharp horn, and the other is a broken horn.
I can't see what the cross section of the broken corner looks like, or whether it was born like this, or it was broken by external force. In short, it has only one corner.
Amon's eyes, like other mutant Amon's, were blood red and blood red, as if fresh blood dripped into the eyes and stained.
"Does the monsters in the dungeon all have red eyes?"
I suddenly came up with such an untimely thought, and then the thought was out of control: I don’t know if there are eye drops in this world, if so, drip them into their eyes, will they cure them? Kind of disease?
As I was thinking, a dull nose sounded, which surprised me.
Looking up, the giant Amon had come to a place six or seven meters away from Emily. It did not continue forward, but stood still, panting heavily while shaking its arms slightly.
Emily, one person and one sword, confronted it. Behind her, two archer sisters stretched their bowstrings, ready to go. After that, the magician sister has assembled a cone-shaped magic missile. When it was able to be released, the priest sister began to sing slowly, group after group of auxiliary magic blessings on us.
Seeing this scene, I feel that today, this powerful Amon will be abused.
After all, we have a lot of people, and there are strong people who can defeat it. With so many chances of winning, should Amon show a look of fear? Even if it's not fear, at least it should show some angry expression, right? Or, roar twice to make yourself bold?
Why is it different from other Yamengs, so calm, like an old monk who has experienced vicissitudes of life, showing detachment and calmness in the face of many martial arts masters who want to intercept him?
Isn't this its strategic strategy?
I guessed: When we were tired from confronting it, and when we slid, it suddenly attacked and was caught off guard. Anyway, it was dead, dying to put it back... it thinks so. ?
When I was treating Amon's belly with a little human heart, the giant Amon in front of me moved.
Instead of launching an attack, it stretched out an index finger about the thickness of an adult's thigh and pointed to the team...me?
Huh? Do you mean me for Mao? Do I have grudges with you?
Okay, I admit, I killed a lot of your little brothers, but I was not the only one here to brush Amon. Almost everyone has done it. Why are you pointing at me?
Do you think I'm a bully?
Just thinking about it, Emily turned her head, followed Amon's direction and found me, saying: "Xiao Yi, it wants to fight you."
I was silent for a long time: "...I know."
After all, I came to the front of the team, looked at Emily, sighed, and then passed her.
"I want to know, why is it me?" I looked at Yameng a little helplessly, and said, "Are you picking soft persimmons?"
Surprisingly, Amon seemed to understand what I was saying. It shook its head, then clenched its fists and assumed a fighting posture.
I don't ask any more, anyway, just chanting, what are you afraid of!
The killing intent was extracted from the body, instantly igniting combat skills, and rushed towards Amon with a stride.
In the first round, I drew with Yamon, and its huge fist did not hit me, nor did the Odachi that activated combat skills in my hand hurt it.
Yes, it didn't hurt at all, only a shallow mark was left, just like when you gently scratched the skin with your fingernail.
"Damn, pills!" I said silently in my heart: "This Amon's defense is amazing!"
For a long time, I have won by breaking the enemy's defense. This time I hit a wall, let alone breaking the enemy's defense, even scratching is a problem.
The blow failed, and I continued to fight with it.
As Odachi said, I am not such an opponent at all. Not only can I not break the defense, but I have been attacked repeatedly. Those half-sized fists are not a joke. If I really hit my body, it won’t be enough. Smash me into the ground on the spot!
However, Odachi just said that there is still a chance of winning, but there is only one line.
I don't know where the chances of success are on this line, anyway, it must be inseparable from the battle.
After hitting it for three or four minutes, my murderous Odachi only shaved off some of its thick fur, let alone blood, maybe it hasn't even touched its real skin!
I'm already feeling a little tired-heart tired.
The battle continued. Amon’s fists were getting faster and faster, and the wind of fists became more and more urgent. At first, I couldn’t help but dodge and attack. Slowly, I became unable to dodge and rarely attacked. In the end, it became impossible to dodge, and there was almost no chance to attack.
To be honest, I really want to see if it is slashed, whether it's venting or looking for a chance to win, it is better to be able to cut it than not to be able to cut it, but anyway, it is like a chicken. Blood, as soon as the fist on this side was hit, the fist on the other side was squeezed, and as soon as the fist on the other side was dodged, the fist on this side was connected again.
I dragged the Daito, jumped left and right in the air, and ran to its body to dodge, like a monkey.
However, this is not a long-term solution, because I found that Amon's attack speed is getting faster and faster, and my dodge speed is almost reaching its limit.
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