MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 41 teaching in practice

  Chapter 41 Teaching in actual combat

   Amos, who was surrounded by five strange faces, was not fast, and could even be described as slow.

  But Gordon could see that the opponent's slowness was not due to his own strength limitations, but deliberately slowed down his movements—he was imitating the "heavy" feeling when using a big sword.

   Even so, Amos, who faced successive attacks from the odd-faced tribe, still showed a relaxed attitude like a fish in water.

  He can always avoid the attacks of the odd-faced tribe at the most extreme time and with the smallest movements.

  During this period, he even had time to give an explanation to Gordon and the others: "Rolling has a longer evasion distance, but also has greater flaws. When facing small or particularly sensitive monsters, use them with caution.

  In similar situations, clever use of step movement and small sideways can be more effective. "

  Hayata looked like this before, but Gordon, who understood the difficulty, didn't know how to react for a while.

"Well"

  The eyes are able to understand, the brain is able to understand, but the body is not able to understand.

   "The speed of the big sword is very slow, and the monster will not stay in place and let you cut it." Amos sideways dodged the left and right flanking attacks of the two strange face tribes one after another, and carried the Taidao on his shoulder like a big sword.

   This is an action to prepare for a power cut.

   "So, what you need to do is, predict!"

   As he spoke, Amos suddenly turned to the side, and slowly slashed down the "big sword" in his hand.

  Under the amazed gazes of the two Gordons, as Amos swung his sword, a strange face seemed to be waiting to hit the blade, and just jumped to the empty position.

   "Gah!?"

  The strange face was obviously also frightened, and it only had time to let out a scream before turning into two hoarfrost corpses under the ice-blue blade of the white ape.

  "An excellent swordsman can store power in seemingly meaningless positions, and then wait for the monster to send the key point to the heavy blade that he has accumulated for a long time, and severely injure the prey with one blow."

   Swinging the long knife horizontally, forcing the remaining odd faces back, Amos looked at Gordon, "Do you understand?"

  Gordon secretly swallowed.

  The technique that Amos showed him was simple and simple. It was nothing more than predicting the movement of monsters in advance, but the question was, how to achieve this level of predicting the future?

   "Don't be obsessed with 'how to do it', let alone imitate it indiscriminately. This is the result of qualitative changes after countless combat experiences. Now you only need to have this concept in your heart."

  Amos resumed his posture while explaining, "Look at this again."

   As he said, he slowly waved the sword in his hand again, "It can be seen that you already have the basic concept of using inertia to increase the coherence of the big sword's moves.

   But this is not enough. You have to learn to control the inertia and bring it under your control, instead of being dragged by the inertia. "

  Gordon tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, watching Amos first swing his sword in the air, and then from his feet and legs, to his waist, back, shoulders, and even his arms, he adjusted layer by layer and exerted force little by little.

  The blade, which seemed to be out of control, gradually returned to control with the movements of his whole body, and finally folded a strange arc, slashing the throat of a strange face with precision and grace.

  The angle, strength, and timing are all perfect.

   "The great sword focuses on strength, but you can't completely abandon the skills. Remember, you must control the inertia, and don't let the weight of the great sword control you instead."

  The successive deaths of their companions made the remaining three strange faces cautious, and their offensive slowed down.

  Amos, who had completed the purpose of the teaching demonstration, also lost the interest in continuing to deal with them. His pace and sword speed suddenly accelerated, and several sharp cold lights disappeared in a flash.

  The three odd-faced tribe fell to the ground almost instantly, turning into several corpses exuding freezing air.

  Gordon couldn't help swallowing again, is this the strength of a high-ranking swordsman?

   "Don't forget, master inertia."

  Amos flicked off the frosty blood on Shirazuru, sheathed the knife, and walked towards the two of them.

   "Two more just came, and these guys are handed over to you, try."

"oh!"

  Feeling that he seemed to have realized something, Gordon, who was just a little itchy, put his hand on the hilt of the big sword behind his shoulder, and strode forward.

   "Pig Chop, you don't need to join the war yet."

Pig Chop, who was about to follow, stopped blankly, and looked at Amos, who was passing by Gordon, with some hesitation. Seeing that the latter nodded his jaw, Pig Chop, who was still a little tangled, had no choice but to scratch his beard. Back to Hayata.

   Facing the odd-faced people jumping out from the bushes and tree shadows one after another, Gordon swung the Explosive Knife horizontally, but the result was missed as expected.

  The agility of these little things is definitely one of the best among all the monsters he has dealt with.

  If he followed his previous habits, he should remove the excess inertia after cutting horizontally and switch to other sword styles.

   But this time, he tried to lower his body, in an awkward posture, at about knee height, and continued to swing the big sword horizontally in a circle according to the inertia.

   This is just the angle that can slash at the odd-faced people.

  Unfortunately, he cut through the air again, and was even staggered by some out-of-control explosive knives because of his unreasonable movements.

   "Tsk, no, that's not the case."

  Gordon was stunned, and rolled in embarrassment to avoid the attack of the odd-faced people who seized the right time, and opened a distance.

   "Brother Gordon, is he okay?" Hayata, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but worry a little when he saw Gordon's flustered look.

  I am also worried about the pork chops on the side.

  It is holding the cat pick in its little paw tightly, as if it is ready to rush up to rescue the master at any time.

   "Don't worry, don't worry, you have to go through some dangers before you can grow." Amos stopped the pork chop, "The two strange noodles will not do anything to him."

   On the other side, seeing that Gordon was not as difficult to deal with as they had expected, the strange faces suddenly became bold.

  Gordon dodged left and right, while experiencing and practicing what Amos called "small dodge", while thinking about how to make better use of the inertia of the great sword.

   Maybe?

  Gordon slashed out with his sword again, and the strange-faced clan screamed and leaped away, and then leaped forward again—after a short fight, they had already discovered the shortcoming of the big sword's blunt and straight attacks.

  But this time, Gordon neither continued to swing the sword to relieve the inertia, nor did he roll and dodge to avoid the attack. Instead, following the weight of the explosive knife, he took a big step forward and hit the sword body of the big sword.

   Iron Mountain!

  There was a muffled sound when the shoulder armor collided with the sword face, and the broad blade of the Explosive Knife was immediately injected with new power, rushing forward like a huge shield.

   "Kang!"

   Attacking head-on, the strange-faced clan that jumped into the air happened to hit the broad and hard sword of the Explosive Knife. Under the violent impact, its mask and even its bones were shattered in an instant.

  At the same time, a strong wind came from behind his ear, and another Qimian that sneaked around behind him also took the opportunity to launch an offensive.

  Gordon bared his teeth, and there was a hint of ferocity in his eyes under the blood-stained mask.

  He stretched out his hand to catch the half-dead Qimian tribe's calf at the foot of the Great Sword and Iron Mountain, and swung it like a hammer, turning around and smashing it away behind him.

   "Quack!"

  Amidst the screams of the Qimian tribe and the sound of bones breaking, the battle came to an abrupt end.

  (end of this chapter)