Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

But the problem is that the reason why Muti was able to defend against the attack perfectly had nothing to do with her defensive skills, but was purely due to her amazing strength.

The core was tense, but the center of gravity was not low enough, the shoulder and joints of the right arm were not clamped firmly enough, and the angle of the shield to meet the attack was not right.

The entire defensive posture is more like a small arm shield like a one-handed sword.

Just like those hunter trainees who had just put down their one-handed swords and replaced them with large shields, and whose movements were not corrected by their instructors, they directly copied their experience of using small arm shields to the large shields.

He has seen too many little guys like this, all exactly the same.

Logically speaking, considering she is only seventeen or eighteen years old, there doesn't seem to be much to criticize for achieving this level.

But if you take her identity as a three-star hunter, and compare it with her offensive skills, and her physical fitness that far exceeds the level of a three-star hunter.

This shortcoming is too obvious!

In the arena, Muti, who had just finished a quick reload, was about to attack again when he saw the giant bird turn its body and swing its long, whip-like but powerful tail across.

She decisively paused her attack, raised her shield to her shoulder and charged forward, defending against the attack from below while offsetting the impact of the tail swing.

Fabius in the stands held his forehead again and rubbed his eyes with his palms.

Very good, precise defense has been used.

He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. Such a young gunner used precise defense to offset the attack of the three-star monster and avoid falling back. Logically, he should applaud and cheer loudly.

But why does that blocking action look so much like a great sword?

Chapter 148 Beating the Teacher (?)

Muti didn't know that what he was doing was causing an old man's heart to beat fast and his blood pressure to soar.

Her entire focus was on reading the movements of the monster in front of her.

The giant bird is not a particularly agile monster, and its speed in turning and swinging its tail is not very fast.

By using the shield to block the attack, she accurately defended against the giant bird's tail swing and successfully got close to the side of the giant bird.

The big monster bird's turning movement had not yet been completely completed. Although it was only half a beat slower, and only for a short second, this was the attack window she had snatched by using precise defense!

With a fanatical light flashing in his eyes under the visor, Muti roared and swung his rifle.

Just as he turned around, before the big monster bird could steady itself, it was hit hard on the forehead.

Even its rage could not improve its ability to withstand blows. The shot made its head buzz, and the subsequent artillery fire made it dizzy and shaky.

Muti was greatly encouraged and took advantage of the situation to pursue. The bullets in her gun, which had only three rounds of capacity, were soon used up and she had no time to reload.

She chopped, smashed, swung horizontally, and slashed upwards. The heavy steel rifle was like a dried stick in her hand. As she continued to move forward, she swung it faster and faster, chopping and smashing the not-so-strong body of the giant bird again and again.

Under this frenzied attack, the big monster bird was completely suppressed, and could only retreat continuously amidst bursts of miserable howls.

In the stands, many spectators even felt a strange sense of "this big strange bird is quite pitiful."

But Muti's physical strength was not endless. He struck down with all his strength again. The muzzle blade cut through the shoulder of the big monster bird, leaving a wound and embedding into the ground. Muti was unable to move.

The giant bird, having gained a brief respite, quickly flapped its wings.

The root of the wing membrane was damaged, preventing it from taking off, but with the help of the thrust provided by the flapping of its wings, the big monster bird jumped back nearly two body lengths and finally escaped from the hunter's suppressive attack.

Muti took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, swung his arms to relax his muscles, and completed the bullet change.

The Iron Knight's musket in her hand was not as sturdy and durable as her own defense team's musket. After the previous round of fierce attack, the cutting edge of the muzzle had become a little blunt.

After a brief hesitation, she decided not to take out the whetstone for polishing for the time being.

First, it is somewhat dangerous. If the giant bird suddenly counterattacks while you are grinding, you may not be able to react in time. Second, it is not particularly necessary.

Even if the cutting edge of the gunpowder was blunt or even fell off, she was confident that she could smash the huge monster bird in front of her to death by relying on the weight of the gunpowder itself.

Before he knew it, the giant monster bird, which he had considered an invincible enemy, was no longer able to put any pressure on him.

Muti quickly adjusted his condition and continued to move forward.

The seriously injured monster bird was also aroused to its ferocity. It lowered its body and growled, and the flames that shot out from the gaps in its huge beak became brighter.

"Guluulu——"

With a strange sound like mud bubbling, the big monster bird suddenly raised its head, and a large ball of hot fire was thrown out from its huge spoon-shaped beak and smashed towards the approaching Muti.

This is the breath of a giant monster bird.

Ordinary people who know little about monsters can easily mistake the huge, two-winged, two-legged birds for a type of flying dragon. In fact, these birds are biologically classified as ornithopods.

Like fire dragons, they have special organs called "flame bags" in their bodies that can generate high temperatures and flames.

However, the muscles in the monster bird's throat and neck are far less developed than those of the fire dragon, and it cannot generate enough high pressure to compress the flames into a fireball like the fire dragon and then spray it towards the target in one breath.

Therefore, they evolved a unique way of breathing.

When eating earthworms, insects and small crustaceans, the giant bird will swallow large amounts of sand and soil and store it in its body.

When necessary, the flames created by the fire bag are mixed with sand, and then the sand burning with sparks is thrown out in clumps with the giant spoon-shaped beak.

Although such a simple breath cannot easily blow down a tree like a fire dragon's fireball, for most creatures, sand and soil with a temperature of hundreds of degrees is already terrifying enough.

The same goes for hunters. Not to mention being hit directly by the breath, even the splashed hot sand can easily flow through the gaps in the armor and cause serious burns.

The last time she fought against the giant bird, she lost because of this move, so Muti was very careful in dodging it.

The moment the ball of hot sand was thrown into the air, she roughly judged the landing point of the breath and dodged it by sliding sideways continuously.

Two or three seconds later, a large ball of burning sand fell to the ground several meters away from her, and the flying sparks, flames and hot sand covered a large area.

She didn't dare to be careless. She shrank her body as much as possible and protected her torso with the big shield. Even so, a small amount of floating sand still fell on her.

Fortunately, the armor made of sand dragon scales has very good high temperature resistance. The fine sand slid down the fine scales layered on the armor and failed to cause any harm to her.

Muti breathed a sigh of relief, and the last bit of shadow in his heart dissipated.

Next is my turn!

Muti, having lifted his defensive stance, quickened his pace and charged straight towards the prey not far away.

Faced with the approaching hunter, the big monster bird chose to fight back.

It lowered its center of gravity and tilted its head, opened its huge beak and pressed it against the ground, its wings also close to the ground, then it suddenly exerted force with its legs, and rushed forward with a rumble like a bulldozer.

Muti was a little surprised.

She had never seen this move on the two big monster birds she had dealt with before, but this was not surprising. It was normal for different individuals to have different movement habits.

The gunpowder moved slowly, and it seemed unrealistic to escape the attack range by jumping sideways and sliding, so Muti further increased his charge speed.

For a charging move like the Dragon Cart, the longer the distance, the stronger the power. Conversely, if it's just starting and the speed hasn't picked up yet, the impact force will definitely be weakened.

In that case, let’s give it a try!

When charging in opposite directions, the distance between the monster and the hunter instantly returns to zero.

Amid the crazy cheers of countless spectators in the stands, the huge monster bird's hard beak collided fiercely with the hunter's steel shield.

"boom!"

In terms of the impact force caused by inertia, even a fully armed heavy weapons hunter cannot compare with a large monster weighing tons.

The big shield was stuck in the huge beak of the monster bird, making a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound. Muti's core muscles were tensed, and he was pushed to slide backwards with his feet behind him.

But supported by powerful strength, her defensive posture was never broken. The steel nails on the bottom of her combat boots bit the ground tightly, plowing two deep trenches several meters long on the compacted loess field.

Finally, the giant bird's forward momentum was exhausted, and the two birds that had been colliding with each other stopped.

“Drink ah ah ah—!”

The hunter roared and began to exert her strength. Her legs alternately kicked the ground, leaving one deep footprint after another on the solid yellow soil.

One step, two steps

The scene of the hunter pushing a monster that was much larger than himself forward step by step made the audience in the stands stare wide-eyed.

Realizing that it was no match for the opponent in wrestling, the big monster bird panicked. It shook its head, trying to shake off the hunter and create distance again.

But its beak was stuck in the shield in its mouth, and it was unable to get rid of it for a while.

"Zi-"

The heat dissipation tank that popped out from the gun barrel was retracted, and the dragon cannon was cooled down.

With a low growl, Muti thrust his spear forward and stabbed it hard into the huge beak of the monster bird, which could not be closed, all the way to the back of its throat.

Then she pulled the trigger of the dragon cannon hard.

Chapter 149 Are you dissatisfied with the defender?

After having a gunpowder stuffed deep into its throat and taking a dragon cannon, the giant bird's esophagus and trachea were blown apart, and a huge open wound appeared on the back of its neck.

Amid the low hissing sound of leaking air, the big monster bird was dying and no longer had the strength to stand up again.

Muti stepped up his offensive and quickly resolved the battle.

The bell announcing the end of the hunt rang and the timer was pressed.

This time, she finally remembered to skin the body, and the duration of the hunt was announced by the host.

It’s a pity that she failed to break the record of her predecessors in this fighting hunting, and she didn’t even make it into the top ten.

Unlike the Blue Speed ​​Dragon King, which is at the bottom of the list and unpopular, the Giant Bird can show the strength of a challenger without being as dangerous as a real large flying dragon. Therefore, it has always been a hotbed for those who are curious about their performance.

Among the top ten record-keepers, more than half were heavy crossbows, with a few scattered records of light crossbows and broadswords. As for weapons like gunlances, they almost never appeared on the rankings.

Although Muti's performance this time cannot be compared with those heavy crossbow users who have almost summarized their skills into "routines", it is still quite outstanding among swordsmen and exceeds the standard line for S-level evaluation.

The visual experience of the battle process is far superior to those procedural hunting processes, which can be heard from the long-lasting cheers and applause from the audience stands.

Regarding this fight, the conference officials, the audience, and Muti himself were all very satisfied.

After quickly completing the peeling, Muti bowed to the audience seats on all sides, waved his hands vigorously, and then happily left the arena amid the audience's good-natured laughter.

After returning to the preparation room, before I could take off my protective gear and weapons, Fu Fu and Yu Wan rushed in like they were racing.

"Little Muti**!"

"That's awesome, meow!"

The man and the cat surrounded her and praised her so much that she felt a little embarrassed.

Orlan and Amos were a few steps behind them. Orlan smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. Amos also looked quite pleased and patted her arm.

"Well done."

"Hehehe" Muti touched the back of his head and grinned foolishly.

But at this moment, the smile on Amos's face suddenly disappeared, "However, some people are not very satisfied with your performance."

"what?"

Before Muti could react, he saw an old man about the same age as Amos walking in from the door.

He was a burly man with broad shoulders. Through his thick leather coat, you could see his bulging deltoid muscles. He was also taller than Muti.

Muti bowed quickly. She didn't know the old man, but she felt that he looked familiar. Maybe she had seen him when she was a child.

Fu Fu recognized the person's identity, lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, and performed a simple lady's greeting.

"My name is Fabius." Fabius simply said his name and looked Muti up and down several times.

His skeleton is not small, but his muscle circumference is average, even a little thin. I don't know where this kid got the strength from. I can only say that there are some gifted people in this world.

Fabius evaluated in his mind.

"Hello, I'm Muti." Muti lowered his head again, trying hard to recall this familiar name.

Can't recall.

Fufu rubbed against Muti's side and reminded him softly, "The spearman of the Pen Head Hunter Group, a teammate of Uncle Julius, and a high-ranking member of the guild."

(Pen Hunting Group)

"Ah! It's you!" Muti finally remembered something.

Uncle Julius was my father's senior brother. I had met him several times. I had also met this old gentleman when I was very young, but his hair didn't have so much white at that time.

"At your age, it's not easy to have such strength, but you still have a lot of shortcomings in defense. Amos asked me to give you some guidance." Fabius said directly without beating around the bush.

The other party's tone was not harsh, but Muti subconsciously straightened his chest and shouted "Yes!"