MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 9 End of the hunt, Kokot village

  Chapter 9 The Hunt Ends, Kokot Village

   Astonishment belongs to astonishment.

   Facing the dizzy Big Wild Boar King, Gordon would not let go of such a good opportunity.

  Before, due to the existence of huge fangs, it was difficult for him to attack the fragile neck of the Big Wild Boar King.

   Now, the big wild boar king with a broken tooth on one side not only lost an offensive spear, but also lost a strong shield to protect his vitals!

  Gordon couldn't care less about keeping his strength and maneuvering, the decisive blow is now!

   "Drink ah ah!"

  He shouted, jumped high, and with the power of charging and jumping, he thrust the hunter's knife in his hand into the vital artery of the big wild boar king's side neck with all his strength.

  The tip of the hunter's knife successfully cut through the not-thick fur and thin muscles, but just as it continued to penetrate, it was about to pierce the artery and insert into the trachea.

  The crack on the knife's body couldn't withstand the powerful force in the end, and it completely shattered like the fangs of a big wild boar king in Gordon's almost desperate eyes.

  The severe pain and the stimulation of the attack on the vitals made the big wild boar king wake up from the dizziness. It stood up with difficulty, and two equally heavy gasps echoed in the forest.

  The big wild boar king is at the end of his battle, but what about the hunter who has lost his weapon?

   Smash it with your fist? Bite with your teeth?

  That's not realistic.

  Even if he was severely injured and weakened to the extreme, it is absolutely impossible for human fists and feet to break through the defense of the big wild boar king's fur and muscles and cause effective damage.

   "I have come here, but I can only retreat? Has the hunt failed?"

  Gordon's chaotic thoughts scrambled into a mess, and he never expected such an ending.

   "Never!" he roared.

  Humans don't have fangs and claws, but they cast monster's minions into weapons and turn them into their own strength.

  The instructor's voice seemed to echo in his ears, and the young hunter's eyes locked on the giant tooth that fell aside.

   Monster weapons, human power!

  Gordon's eyes flickered with madness. He roared, hugged the giant tooth that was more than two meters long and weighed nearly 100 kilograms with both hands, and lifted it high.

  The former glory of the Big Wild Boar King turned into a huge sword in the hands of the young hunter. With a howl piercing the air, it slammed heavily on the huge head of the Big Wild Boar King, knocking it to the ground.

   Again and again.

  Amidst the dull impact of the flesh and hard objects, the struggle of the Big Wild Boar King became weaker and weaker.

  Gordon gritted his teeth and squeezed out every ounce of strength in the muscles and bones, and continued to wave the giant teeth. He knew very well that this was his last strength.

   Once the heavy fangs are lowered, they cannot be lifted up again.

   This crazy offensive lasted for nearly a minute.

   It wasn't until the big wild boar king completely lost his vitality that Gordon sat powerlessly on the ground as if his spine had been pulled out, panting heavily.

  He was in a mess, but the smile on his face was unprecedentedly brilliant.

  Holding the heavy giant teeth in his hands, he grinned and shouted:

   "Big Wild Boar King, the hunt was successful!"

  Gordon rested his hands on his pillow, lying on his back on the herbivorous dragon truck returning to Kokot Village, closing his eyes and recalling everything that happened in the past two days.

  The huge tusks were placed next to Gordon as a trophy. In comparison, the four tusks of ordinary big wild boars were too inconspicuous.

  The truck owner in his forties glanced back at the giant fang from time to time, and looked at Gordon with admiration.

  This uncle and Gordon are old acquaintances, and the latter often takes his ride to and fro between Xiuletsen Hill and Kokot Village.

  The car owner knew that Gordon was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and also knew that Gordon was a novice hunter who only started training two years ago.

  The underage novice hunter, with the most basic training equipment, successfully hunted the big wild boar king. This is news that would cause a little sensation in Minagard City!

  If a character like this rides a car, can it be called a ride? It's obvious that I rubbed against other people's guards all the way!

   More than a day on the road passed by in the blink of an eye.

  When Gordon returned to the village with the fangs of the big wild boar king, this remote and peaceful mountain village was instantly detonated.

  Everyone exclaimed, "After that hero, a future hunter will be born from our village!"

  Compared to the amazement of the villagers without knowing it, the reaction of Ernest, whom Gordon called the instructor, can only be described as horror.

   "You really hunted the big wild boar king with a hunter's knife?" The instructor's face was full of disbelief, but with the two-meter-long giant tooth as evidence, he couldn't help but not believe it.

  For him who had successfully hunted flying dragons, the Big Boar King was not an opponent worth mentioning.

   Even with Gordon's set of equipment and weapons, he can easily do it with only experience and martial skills.

   But all of this is amazing for a trainee hunter who has not yet obtained the official hunter qualification. Uh, well, I almost forgot, this kid has just passed the assessment, and he can already be regarded as a one-star official hunter.

  The size of the Big Wild Boar King can be roughly judged from the two-meter-long giant tooth. It should be about 350 to 400 centimeters in length, which is also in the upper middle of the Big Wild Boar King.

   Let this little guy accumulate a few more years, maybe he can really catch up with Feilong before he is twenty?

   Regarding this important event in the village, the village head of the dragon tribe had a subtle reaction.

  The old man just smiled and squinted his eyes, kept nodding, and kept saying in his mouth: "Big wild boar, big wild boar is good, very good, very good~"

  Gordon has reason to suspect that the old man has dementia.

   Under the instructor's questioning, Gordon reported his hunting experience in detail.

  The instructor felt gratified from the bottom of his heart for the mature hunting concept of Gordon, who was once a pure fighter.

  This kind of hunting philosophy is "use all the power available around you" at best, and "unscrupulous" at worst, but often only such hunters can survive to the end.

   Afterwards, the instructor called a doctor to conduct a comprehensive examination of Gordon's body.

  The latter had a lot of injuries, and the right arm was the most serious. There was some congestion in the chest cavity, some misalignment of the shoulder blades, contusions, abrasions, bruises, and countless more.

   It is true that recovery medicine can quickly heal most injuries. Breakable bones and misplaced bones will not be reset under the effect of recovery medicine. Only experienced doctors can help adjust.

   After resetting the bones for Gordon, bandaging the wound, and draining the blood, the doctor told him to lie in bed for ten to half a month to avoid sequelae.

  In addition, foods rich in calcium and collagen such as bone broth and cartilage are very beneficial to his recovery, so the instructor left nothing to say, let the neighbor's aunt take care of him for two days, and then went directly to the nearest hunting ground.

  Two days later, the instructor came back, bringing back with him a whole truckload of grass-eating dragon meat.

   During the recuperation period, he strictly prohibited Gordon from performing physical training, which made Gordon feel very uncomfortable, but on the other hand, the latter, whose parents died early, actually enjoyed this feeling of being cared for.

   Another week passed.

   Gordon, who felt that he had fully recovered, was no longer willing to lie in bed all day, and the instructor who had no choice but to use this time.

  Give Gordon "tuition".

  Gordon used to not like to use a variety of hunting props. He trusted the hunting knife in his hand more, so he was naturally not serious about learning. This time, the instructor made up for him.

   Not to mention the commonly used sonic bombs and flash bombs, even the very rare thunderbolt was forced to learn.

  I don’t know which ghost invented this kind of hunting tool that can summon lightning strikes in thunderstorms. It is expensive and unstable, and it is easy to hack monsters and myself.

   It is estimated that it will be eliminated by the market soon, right?

  (end of this chapter)