Monster Hunter: I can accept monster quests

The Assault Dragon stared blankly at Chen Yan, who was giving it a haircut.

With his solid basic skills and the sharpness of the [Red Leaf], Chen Yan could even shave the fur clean from the tiny gap between the horns and the skull without hurting the skin, and in no time he had given it a big bald head.

The bald-headed Assault Dragon with two short horns is absolutely hilarious.

Chen Yan shook his hand with satisfaction to remove the stray hairs stuck to [Red Leaf]. A gourmet who doesn't want to be a barber is definitely not a good katana user.

He glanced back at the trembling gap, kicked the stunned bald assault dragon in the rear, and didn't forget to shake his head to show off his full head of black hair.

"I have plenty of hair, I don't need your stupid quest reward of thick hair, run away, and don't ever run into me again!"

Instead of running away, the Assault Dragon charged at him, unaware of the hostility. Chen Yan let it crash into his arms. The Assault Dragon rubbed against him with its bald head, the hard bristles making Chen Yan grimace.

Chen Yan raised his hand to stroke it, but was afraid the stubble would prick his hand, so he could only rub its head in the air.

"Alright, alright, run! Otherwise, if that petty, ruthless Shattered Dragon comes out, we won't be able to escape."

The Assault Dragon gently bit Chen Yan's shoulder, tearing a small piece from his already tattered clothes. It held the piece of cloth in its mouth, looked Chen Yan over carefully, and then ran off into the distance.

As it completely disappeared from sight, the small, weak, helpless, and pitiful task bubble in Chen Yan's mind seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and quietly shattered.

After seeing off the Assault Dragon, just as Chen Yan was about to run away, a loud explosion came from behind him, and the narrow gap was blasted open. A Broken Dragon appeared, panting heavily and rubbing its fist-shaped forepaws.

A trace of blood and flesh still clung to the corner of its mouth, and its small red eyes, full of savage intent, stared at the fur scattered on the ground.

It slammed its fist into the ground, directly detonating the slime on the Assault Dragon's fur from a distance. After the violent explosion, apart from the smell of burnt fur filling the air, there was no blood or flesh exploding and flying everywhere.

It had eaten so many Assault Dragons, but never seen one that could shed its hair on its own. It must have received help from someone pretending to be a stone.

It stared at Chen, who was crouching in the corner pretending not to see it, tilted its head slightly, lowered its body, gathered its strength in its hind legs, and jumped in front of Chen Yan.

"I knew I couldn't fool you..."

Chen Yan drew his sword, preparing to face the furious barrage of punches from the Shattered Dragon.

But the shattered dragon that had jumped in front of him suddenly narrowed its eyes and took a few steps back. It stared at the little dwarf in front of it in disbelief, put its fists in front of its body to protect its vitals, and shook its head to carefully get closer and take a few deep sniffs.

Now it was certain that the extremely dangerous smell came from the little dwarf.

It rarely adopts a defensive posture, so it circled Chen Yan twice, which was really hard to understand.

Even though this human looks incredibly weak, why does it smell like it's about to experience a Spartan-style upbringing from its mother dragon?

Chapter 86 Psychological Struggle

Faced with the seemingly hesitant and uncertain Broken Dragon, Chen Yan looked down and suddenly realized what was going on.

He first slept next to Nergigante for one night, and after waking up, he played around with Nergigante for a while. Even his clothes were licked to shreds by Nergigante, and he was thoroughly licked by Nergigante from head to toe, inside and out.

In the eyes of the monster that judges danger by smelling the pheromones emitted from the other's body, he is now equivalent to a humanoid Nergigante.

Although Brachydios is also ferocious, it is still slightly inferior to the "Ancient Dragon Slayer" Nergigante.

Since that's the case, then it's necessary to take advantage of the situation and act as a figurehead.

Chen Yan recalled the usual appearance of the Extinction Dragon in his mind, propped his arms up at his sides, spread his five fingers as wide as possible, let his arms hang slightly in front of him, and stood with his legs wide apart. He stared at the bewildered Shattered Dragon with a deliberately fierce look.

The dragon was a little confused. Chen Yan, who was standing properly, was a bit of a threat, but now his posture and movements made it feel that he was not even as good as a newborn herbivorous dragon cub.

It rubbed its fists irritably, unsure whether to throw a punch to test its skill or turn around and walk back.

The two, one man and one dragon, fell into an awkward stare-down, and Chen Yan took the opportunity to observe the famous "Master Shatter".

Compared to other large brute dragon species, the Broken Dragon, which is only a dozen meters long, appears small, while its sapphire blue carapace covering its entire body makes it shine brightly in the sunlight.

With its distinctive hammer-shaped horn on its head, highly developed columnar forelegs, and a club-shaped tail resembling a war club, it has a unique charm even to Chen Yan, who is used to seeing the beauty of sheep.

Hmm, I suddenly really want to touch its thick, large, green-glowing hammerhead...

Chen Yan was always a man of action. He imitated the ruthless gait of the Extinction Dragon, swaggering towards the Shattered Dragon like a bandit kidnapping a bride.

The Broken Dragon, like a frightened young wife, buried its head even deeper into its raised fists. Its body was tense, its legs were poised to leap forward or retreat at any moment.

It was quite puzzled, though, why this herbivorous dragon cub wasn't running away, but instead swaggering over to it?

Could this black-haired creature in front of it be just as terrifying as the golden-haired one it had encountered before?

It still can't forget the golden retriever it met.

It was a very ordinary morning. As usual, it strolled around this familiar volcanic area, chasing away small herbivores such as herbivorous dragons and Bobo as it ran around, while searching for traces of critical slime mold buried deep underground.

As soon as I turned the corner, I smelled the aroma of meat.

It followed the scent all the way, crippling a passing Blastdragon along the way, and finally saw a faint light in a low cave in a desolate corner it had never been before.

With two punches, it opened a skylight in the cave. Just as it was trying to dig out flesh with its long, thin claws that were usually folded under its fists, a golden retriever suddenly emerged from the cave, yawning.

What angered it was that the golden retriever was still eating the meat it wanted.

The dragon immediately roared and threw a punch, but to its surprise, the golden-haired creature simply grabbed a boulder and blocked 70% of its right jab.

What surprised it even more was that the golden retriever was using only one paw, while using the other to gnaw on the meat it wanted to eat!

The Broken Dragon let out the most furious roar of its life. It was the strongest monster that could roam freely for dozens of miles around. How dare you take my fist with one hand?

In its enraged state, the Broken Dragon unleashed almost all of its skills.

Its powerful punches, thunderous tail swings, and earth-shattering headbutts came in succession, almost shattering the low hill.

But after it attacked for a long time, the golden retriever, despite being quite large, was incredibly agile. It dodged and weaved, almost avoiding all of its attacks, and even managed to break off a piece of its scale.

Seeing that the roughness was no good, the Broken Dragon started to compete on details, and it began to use combination techniques.

The Dragon Slayer leaps with its powerful hind legs, combining ferocious punches with agile footwork, delivering a dazzling array of unexpected punches.

He used almost every punch imaginable—straight punch, drill punch, hook punch—and even his rarely used secret technique, the Dragon Chariot Charge with a series of punches, a despicable move.

To its astonishment, the golden retriever blocked wave after wave of attacks with just one stone after another.

Even the dragon shattered by the end began to doubt its very existence. Where did all these giant rocks come from in this godforsaken place?

Faced with the still relaxed Golden Retriever, the furious Shattered Dragon finally prepared to unleash its trump card.

It secreted a large amount of saliva from its mouth and spat it all onto its left fist, looking with great heartache at the little golden slime that was slowly emerging from its fist.

It took it a lot of hard work to find a tiny bit of critical slime mold, after searching for dozens of miles around.

It had originally intended to let the critical slime mold, which had been buried underground for who knows how long and had accumulated a large amount of earth vein energy, slowly assimilate the ordinary slime mold in its fist, but now it seems that it has come to the point where it has no choice but to use them.

Although the critical slime mold that had grown was only a tiny amount, it still did not prevent it from bursting out with a dazzling golden light. The Broken Dragon panted heavily, pouring all the strength in his body into this punch.

It refused to believe that this punch wouldn't kill this despicable golden retriever!

Just as it was desperately gathering its strength, the golden retriever in front of it seemed to have seen something and kept looking up at the sky.

The charging dragon subconsciously glanced over as well, only to find three fire dragons flying overhead.

Broken Dragon glanced at it and then continued to stare at Golden Hair. It was just a black fire dragon, a three-colored fire dragon, and a pink fire dragon flying by. What was there to see?

But the golden retriever kept an eye on them from beginning to end. After confirming the direction they were flying in, his originally smiling expression suddenly turned serious, his brows furrowed. Then he dropped the stone, turned around and left, abandoning this huge creature by the roadside.

The dragon was even more enraged.

It roared and unleashed its strongest punch of its life, an unparalleled fist carrying a terrifying storm as it struck the golden retriever. But the golden retriever merely turned and roared angrily—

"Have you made enough of a scene?!"

His golden hair stood on end, and even his eyebrows and beard tensed up. He turned around and threw a punch, the astonishing power of which was no less than that of the dragon. With a deafening roar, both the man and the dragon took a half step back.

On the surface, it was a draw, but Broken Dragon knew it had lost; its half-step was worth more than ten steps of Golden Hair.

Looking at the clear fist mark on his right fist, Broken Dragon began to doubt Dragon Life again, while Golden Hair grimaced and rubbed his wrist for a while before waving at him.

"Something seems to have happened at home, so let's call it a day. We'll play again next time after I've had a good meal..."

Having said that, he didn't give the Broken Dragon a chance to react, easily climbing up the almost vertical cliff, disappearing in a few breaths with a few leaps and bounds.

The shattered dragon's furious roar soared into the sky. It made up its mind: it would leave this place, it would go to find the critical slime mold, and it would transform into the strongest!

...

Then, after walking for a few days, it encountered the black-haired creature in front of it.

Seeing the black-haired creature reaching out to touch its head, the already demoralized Broken Dragon was caught in a fierce internal struggle.

Should we give it a good punch to start a fight, or should we swallow our anger and wait until it finds and coexists with the critical slime mold?

Chapter 87 The Omnipotent Lynx

At the top of the Ancient Tree Forest, the largest fire dragon's lair, which was usually bustling with activity and filled with the roar of dragons, was eerily quiet tonight.

More than a hundred fire dragons of different colors sat quietly on the trees outside the nest. Inside the huge fire dragon nest, apart from the slight movements of the lynx running and jumping, not even a heavy breathing sound could be heard.

The Silver Rathalos circled nervously in the sky. This powerful monster, known as the "Silver Sun," could fly with its eyes closed, even while sleeping, and could fly for days and nights without veering off course. But tonight, it was flying in a particularly sorry state.

It kept falling down either because it forgot to flap its left wing or its right wing; no matter how it flew, it was wrong, and in its frustration, it wanted to fight with its own wings.

It kept a watchful eye on the persistent glow overhead, occasionally lowering its head to stare intently at the golden dragon shadow hidden by layers of leaves in the nest.

The old lynx chieftain, with scales of a golden and silver fire dragon pasted on his head, stood on a high platform built of stones and branches in the fire dragon's lair, directing all the lynxes in his tribe and about a hundred lynxes from other tribes to work together.

These little guys, with their dark orange fur, brown stripes, and cute brown cat paw patterns on their bellies, were busy kicking their heels and tails, and then their tails and the backs of their heads.

They all have golden or silver fire dragon scales pasted on their foreheads, and these shimmering scales allow them to freely enter and exit the fire dragon's lair.

The lynxes carried buckets of clean stream water on their heads, or held freshly picked leaves, or carried medicinal ointments for their respective tribes, moving back and forth in the fire dragon's lair.

From sunset until the full moon, they have been orbiting the Golden Fire Dragon for several hours.

With another painful groan from the Golden Fire Dragon, several lynxes with blood on their heads hurriedly ran out, grabbed a large bag of ointment, and quickly scurried back inside.

These kittens closest to the Golden Fire Dragon are the most experienced midwives from various lynx clans.

Perhaps due to Aotu Na's arrival, the energy concentration at the top of the tree, which was already rich in ley line energy, increased several times over, which shortened the time it took for the Golden Rathalos to breed its baby Charmander eggs.

Hearing its mate groan in pain, the Silver Rathalos, its wings flapping and unable to fly, nearly crashed into a tree. The hearts of all the anxiously waiting Rathalos near the nest also skipped a beat.

Some of the more impatient female Rathalos even bared their teeth and growled at a lynx that happened to be passing by. Despite having Rathalos scales on their heads, the Rathalos were not used to these little things and did not understand why the Silver Rathalos had gone to such lengths to bring over a bunch of these little creatures.

The lynx trembled under the watchful eyes of several female fire dragons until a blue fire dragon, its entire body glowing blue except for its red tail, arrived. It spread its wings to protect the lynx behind it and growled at the restless fire dragons.

Once the female Rathalos calmed down, it turned to face the trembling lynx, rubbed two blue scales off its body, and gave them to the frightened lynx's paws.

The other fire dragons didn't know what these little guys were capable of, but the one that almost died did.