Start As Hunter From Hunter World

Start As Hunter From Hunter World Chapter 99

"Ahhhhhhh! Help me! Come and help me!"

With desperate screams, Baise rushed out of the ogre courtyard in Doom North in a panic.

Behind her, the No. 2 BOSS, Guard Fingus, was followed impressively.

"Oh...how many times have I said it, you can't control it for long with your current energy, why don't you listen? This is the first time you have broken free?"

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Seeing this familiar scene, Alan helplessly sighed stood up from the ground, pulled the bowstring directly, and blessed Thorium on the arrow with a large amount of mind power.

Especially the "Super Destruction Arrow", looted from Uvogin and improved upon, releases a terrifying aura that destroys everything after a few seconds of charging.

When he was about to reach the critical point, he finally let go of his fingers.

Next second...

bang!

With a bang!

Fingus, the guard, exploded all split up and in pieces in an instant, turning into blood and minced meat, and directly drenched Baise into a scarlet.

Obviously, with the increase in gas volume and the terrifying formidable power of the "Super Destruction Arrow", a small boss like this five-player dungeon can directly break the upper limit of blood volume with just one blow and knock it down. Instant kill.

This also means that the amount of damage from the arrow just now has far exceeded 24,000 points.

In the face of BOSS, Molten Core, whose blood volume is about 350,000 to 1 million, is enough, or even a little overflowing.

However, considering that there are only three people in his small team, and the MT, Bowdello, may not be able to last long, so Alan must forcibly kill the BOSS in a very short period of time, otherwise he will There is a risk of overturning.

The most important thing is that he is not only the only output, but also has to heal, supply logistics, dispel DBUFF...

Just thinking about it makes my heart tired...

No wonder that whenever there are not many active people or there are few occupations, the head of the group will sigh in the guild channel "people's hearts are not ancient", "what if I dared to do this before" and so on, He finally felt a little bit more empathy now.

It's a pity that he couldn't even openly recruit more psychics to join in like in the game, he could only slowly find suitable candidates to slowly enrich his small team.

"Ouch - damn it! That's disgusting! Can you not make it so bloody?"

Baise shakes off a section of ogre's intestines, retching and gnashing teeth complained.

After three days in the real world, 30 days of dungeon time, and the help of a small amount of leather armor, her energy has increased several times, and "180 points love slave" "This ability is not limited to human males, but covers all humanoid males.

Whether it's the ogre in Dire Maul, or the orcs and trolls in the Blackrock Spire, this woman can kiss without the slightest hesitation, which simply refreshes Alan's three views and lower limits.

To a certain extent, her heart is really not ordinary, but very, very strong.

After retching for a while, Baise finally couldn't help suggesting: "Let's be here first today? I want to take a shower right away! By the way, brush my teeth! These fatty mouths really stink! I'm done."

"Okay!"

Alan agreed with a smile, and led him directly through the swirling Transmission Gate at the entrance of the instance.

Moment!

The two saw a flash and returned to the hotel room from the copy.

Baise said nothing, immediately re-entered the bathroom, took off his clothes, turned on the nozzle, and began to frantically use shower gel to scrub his body, while constantly brushing his teeth, the whole person seemed to have a serious cleanliness addiction .

But it's no wonder...

Players who control the avatar across the screen naturally can't smell any smell, but after entering the dungeon in person, Alan has smelled all kinds of things. An indescribable smell.

Among them are the stench, death and decay of Stratholme and the Psychic Academy, and the stinky, sweaty and heavy body odor of the upper and lower Blackrock Spire.

But one thing's for sure, where ogre, orcs, trolls, and ghouls gather is definitely the hardest hit by smell, and even just getting close to the nose is a torture.

Not to mention that Baise still kisses mouth to mouth.

Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, Alan could not help but sigh slightly: "I hope she doesn't have any psychological shadows or mental illnesses because of this."

tone barely fell!

Baudrow suddenly opened the door and walked in from the next door, blunt reported: "Chito from the Twelve Branch just called and said she wanted to see you as soon as possible."

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"Oh? Where and when?"

Alan hurriedly picked up the phone still on the bedside table and found a call log more than an hour ago.

"Tonight, an ordinary restaurant about fifteen minutes' drive from here. Here's the address. I've checked it for you." Boudlow quickly handed a small note to him. come over.

"Got it! Stay tonight with Baise for a basic workout. If nothing else, in a day or two, we'll be able to march into Molten Core." Alan responded quickly changes and arrangements.

He is almost certain that this "dog sister" must have come in person to share the research results of "Life Essence" with himself, and may even ask for more attempts.

After all, a Life Essence is only the size of the palm of your hand, and a dozen or twenty experiments at most will be exhausted.

For the thousands, or even hundreds, of thousands of experiments in the modern medical system, that's not enough to plug the gap between the teeth.

"Really? Are we finally going to challenge those powerful leaders?" Baldlow's eyes widened, revealing undisguised joy.

"Yeah! There are less than four months until the end of the year. I hope to get some equipment support, and then challenge President Netero to experience the hundred-style Guanyin for myself. An attack that cannot be avoided."

When he said this remark, the expression on Alan's face suddenly became extremely serious and serious.

To be precise, after obtaining the hunter's license, everything he did was to prepare for this goal.

"Is it attacking the strongest human mind? Just thinking about it makes people feel excited! Please allow me to watch the battle!" An application was made.

But Alan laughed and shook the head: "no! I'm not just trying to beat that tough old fogey, but to make sure where I am now. Also, I have some Ideas need to be tested in this battle and determine their future path. These are the first things to do rather than just winning or losing."

"Not for victory?" A little bit incomprehensible.

In his view, the meaning of battle is to defeat the opponent to win.

A duel without a winner is of no value and meaning!

It's not just him, this is also the creed that most of the martial artists in this world follow.

Identify an opponent first, and then figure out a way to defeat it.

President Netero can sit on the throne of the strongest human beings with the ability to think, relying on this constant challenge and transcendence.

But when he became the most powerhouse, he soon lost his goal and his strength did not continue to grow.

However, in Alan's view, this approach is too extreme, and has major flaws and hidden dangers, equivalent to setting a maximum ceiling and ceiling for himself.

He doesn't need to surpass anyone, as long as he can constantly surpass himself.

Now is stronger than ever!

The future is stronger than the present!

Only in this way can a person make endless progress!

Because self-transcendence is often the hardest.

So each completion is equivalent to the process from quantitative change to qualitative change.

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