In fact, the question of 'what did I step on' is completely superfluous.

All around me, except for the raised stones, was the body of a monster with a big head, a man-like body with chrome feet and the latter with elastic feet.

At this moment, the things under my feet have a very elastic texture.

With a slight look in my eyes, I saw a terrifying scene - the curled tail of the big head happened to be stepped on by me, and the small body connected to the tail was constantly writhing, trying to break free from the pain of being squeezed.

Lifting my eyes again, the big head behind me had turned its head at this moment, and the big face without eyes that was facing me slowly opened its slightly closed mouth, and the rich earthy smell erupted at this moment, instantly filling my nostrils.

It's not too bad, what do I do next?

I don't want to be crunched by my head chewing on a turnip, it might be a sensory treat for it, but for me it's a game between life and death!

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, my feet touched the ground, and all the power accumulated before burst out in one brain, and the whole person came to a high-speed somersault of more than one meter and 3,600 degrees.

It is no exaggeration to say that at the moment of taking off, I felt a rather terrifying momentum passing by me, which was the instantaneous bite move of the big head.

A crisper click sounded than I had heard before, and I could even feel a fluctuation in the air as I somersaulted in mid-air.

With both feet on the ground smoothly, I made a triumphant gesture after the gymnast's perfect landing.

"Thank you, thank you" thought of the warm scene after the athlete landed perfectly, and subconsciously muttered words of thanks in his mouth.

"Now is not the time to say thanks!" The Dwarven King picked up his hammer and smashed it behind me without hesitation.

The gust of wind as the hammer brushed against me nearly knocked me down as I had just gained my footing.

There was a muffled sound behind me, and I turned my head to see the hammer smashed firmly into the head of the head, but it still didn't hurt much.

I didn't make any more superfluous moves, swung the big sword, and slashed towards the head, one, two, three, four, the blade was wrapped in a thin layer of killing intent, and the combat skills were also activated at the same time.

Originally, the blade that could cut off the lower grade of stainless steel with a single knife was not threatening when facing the big head!

I was shocked and asked, "What kind of monsters are these?" ”

"So tell you to be careful," the dwarf king said, "The monsters in the secret realm are amazing." ”

"I really did as you said," I agreed, "This thing is harder than inferior steel, and it can't cut a single crack with a knife!" ”

"It's not just inferior steel" The dwarf king swung his hammer one after another, forcing the big head to not open his mouth, and said: "You see that I have more than a dozen hammers in a row, and even the power of transformation has been used, at most the head shell of the monster in front of me has been smashed and deformed, not that I blow it, just the strength I just used, I can smash a piece of stainless steel lump into a burnt wheat husk!" ”

I listened and asked, "So what the hell is this?" ”

"How do I know!" The dwarf king said: "I am only responsible for fighting, naming names and the like is the work of civil officials, you have time to look back in a while, and the person standing at the entrance of the cave with a notebook is the civil official who came here and specially named these monsters, if you want to know the name, ask him for a while." ”

"I'm not interested in names or anything like that" I swung my knife one after another, knocked a big head that had just opened its mouth and shut, turned my head and said, "I just want to say, this secret realm is really magical, although the monsters in it are ugly, but they are all powerful!" ”

"That's why I'm in a hurry to bring you over, I want you to see the world, as my son-in-law, how can you have a shallow vision!"

The Dwarven King roared, jumped high, grasped the handle of the hammer with both hands, and smashed it into the deformed part of the head with the momentum of a meteor.

With a muffled pop, the indestructible head finally opened, and red and white things splashed everywhere.

The dwarf king took more than two minutes to solve a big head, which instantly boosted morale, and the other fierce dwarves also picked up their hammers one after another, and attacked the big head in front of them in a furious manner.

The big head is very fierce, but it's a pity that its attack mode is too single, biting, that is, biting, all kinds of biting.

But if the attack mode is single, it will either be invincible in the world, or it will be targeted as a dog, and the big head belongs to the latter.

As long as you can keep it shut, you can beat it in all sorts of ways.

I worked hard to chop the knife, unconsciously, recalling the time when I first became an adventurer, every day relentlessly chopping monsters, every day unremitting exercise of the foundation, every day unremitting self-created knife techniques.

It was arguably one of the most memorable moments for me.

But unfortunately, the only thing left from that time was my tenacious physique, and as for the knife technique, it was sealed in my deepest memory.

It's not that the knife is not sharp, but the appearance is too weird.

The reason why I became a wandering adventurer is actually directly related to the knife technique, thinking back to the beginning, I was also a little fresh meat, and I also served as a warrior in some little-known small guilds, and I also shed blood and fought hard, but whenever I showed my own exquisite sword skills, the guild leader would always expel me with various excuses.

At first, I naively thought that those excuses were all true, that I was really a genius that I had rarely met in a thousand years, that those presidents were really good for me, and I was afraid that my life would be delayed.

However, after being expelled repeatedly, I finally understood the reason, in the final analysis, I disliked my sword posture was too strange, which would lower the guild's compulsion.

Since then, I have given up the so-called knife technique and only fought on instinct.

After slowly getting used to this style of fighting, I subconsciously gave this instinctive dancing knife technique a resounding name - blind a few random machetes.

In short, whether it is a few blind machetes or instinctive knife techniques, if you can kill the enemy, it is a good knife technique.

With this knife technique, I frantically slashed the big head in front of me that almost wanted to open its mouth to the point of blood, which is really a big project!

You know, from the beginning of the battle to now, I have slashed no less than a hundred times before I finally broke its defenses.

I can guarantee that if this state continues, I will be almost paralyzed from exhaustion when I kill this big head with my own hands.

Time passed quickly, and the wounds I inflicted on the head were slow, and the dwarves around me had already finished fighting, so I sliced the big knife into the head, and with a low wail, the head I was facing finally hung up.

(End of chapter)