"It doesn't make sense!"

Ryan and little Jack crouched in the woods by the side of the road, spat at the brute-jawed dragon that looked up and looked around warily.

The witcher's face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Although by now, they already had a rough idea of how this brute-jawed dragon was different from its kind.

But this 'difference' is what makes Lan En speechless.

Just by hitting a tree with your hip bone, you can exercise the muscles of your entire leg beyond your balance. What's going on?!

Exercise is an activity that requires knowledge, planning, and execution.

Blindly doing it, not absorbing knowledge and not communicating with others, just a story that can produce results by immersing oneself in hard work, is just a story after all.

And this is also the source of the situation that the upper and lower limits of the intelligent races are very large.

Because the unintelligent race is not able to exercise efficiently, although there are disparities within the population, in most cases it is not heaven and earth.

And the quality gap between the members of the intelligent race, according to the difference in talent and learning resources, it is difficult to say how much it can be widened.

And the strength of this brute-jawed dragon's current leg is analogous to humans

It belongs to: an ordinary person suddenly hired a world-class fitness trainer one day, and racked his brains and went all out to train only one leg.

The workout effect of this leg is not at all on the same level as the standard line of its race!

"Isn't it unreasonable? I think it's okay. ”

Little Jack accepted it with ease, and looked like, 'This shouldn't be an exaggeration'.

The entire ecosystem is exaggeratedly thriving, and the monsters' vitality is strong enough to stare down on steel.

So relying on his vigorous vitality, he forcibly trained himself as a monster, and it is not unheard of for little Jack to grow so big.

The brute-jawed dragon stayed on this path for a noticeable amount of time longer than it would normally take to patrol its territory.

So the two of them can easily understand that this unusual brute-jawed dragon. Now it's all about revenge!

The scholars of the Star Stronghold had told Lenn that the brains of the large monsters were large.

Although the structure is not as complex as that of the intelligent race, it basically has the IQ of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

And those ancient dragons who are called 'natural disasters' and 'gods', the lowest inference of brain intelligence is also 'not inferior to normal humans'.

So, with a sense of revenge, patrol back and forth on the road that was once infested by enemies, expecting to meet again This is a logical level that can be achieved for large monsters.

And no matter what, this revenge from the Barbarian Jaw Dragon, Lan En can't avoid it.

Even take the initiative to catch up.

After a long absence, Len began the pre-battle preparations of the witcher.

He poured [Enhanced Dragon Beast Oil] onto the [Turbidity Current] wide blade.

The black, dull blade was shiny as a result.

Immediately after, [Enhanced Thunder] and [Enhanced Blizzard] also entered his mouth.

In the state of kneeling and meditating, his muscles twitched unconsciously because of the toxicity, causing him to subconsciously stalk his neck, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and the exhaled air flow faintly brought up scorching white smoke.

To this day, the toxicity of these two potions has been easily tolerated by him, but the reaction caused by the toxicity entering the body is a physiological reaction, which is generally uncontrollable.

The poisonous potion travels from the digestive system into the veins and then converges all the way to the face of the witcher.

The flesh was pale, and the eyes were slightly black.

In this world, the strong vitality of the monsters and the wild and natural power give Lan En the pleasure of returning to the weak childhood and challenging the powerful monsters.

That's why he made a full set of preparations.

And on the side, Little Jack also made his own pre-war preparations.

He ate first a red fruit, then a yellow fruit of the same color.

Then he took out another bottle of yellow potion, but after hesitating for a moment, he didn't drink it, but took it back into his pocket.

Those things were already clear to Lan En in this period of filler learning.

The red Strange Power Seed allows the hunter to squeeze more strength out of the muscles and bones, which is equivalent to a natural stimulant. It's just that because it is a primitive plant that has not been tempered and integrated with medicinal power, the degree of extraction is not large.

Under the hunters' physique, the side effects after the event can be completely ignored, just take a few more breaths.

Lan En had always wanted to integrate the medicinal power of this plant into [Thunder] and try it.

The yellow tenacious seed has the same principle as the Strange Power Seed, but the effect is to make the hunter's muscles and ligaments subconsciously tense and improve the ability to cope with blows.

The yellow potion may be a vitality drink or a strong running pill, both of which allow hunters to maintain a longer period of exercise during high-intensity activities, but to varying degrees.

Because the two potions were similar in appearance, Lan En couldn't tell them apart with the naked eye.

"Why don't you drink that pill?"

Lan En asked softly as he suppressed the slight muscle twitches caused by the toxicity and stood up. In general, the witcher was fine except for his face that was affected by the poison.

And little Jack is much more struggling now.

His skin was red as if it had been sunburned, and sweat ran down his scalp and down his forehead, panting for air.

"The body has reached its limit. With my endurance, if I drink the [Forced Pill] again, I am afraid that I will directly enter a state of high fever. ”

Using supplies that increase the temporary status is equivalent to the urgency of the battle.

So without saying anything more, the two of them chose the closest position to the Barbarian Jawed Dragon, and rushed directly towards it from the dense forest on the side of the road!

Battles between hunters and monsters often come into a state of intense intensity in the most abrupt moments.

Nature is flourishing here, but at the same time, nature's internal struggles are even more intense.

Fierce and explosive, it seems to be the temperament of most monsters in their bones.

Originally, the brute-jawed dragon, which was only sharpening its fangs on the stone, first had its well-developed nasal cavity twitching slightly, and then heard the sound of armor parts colliding with each other as it ran, and looked towards it.

And its reptilian vertical pupils caught a figure at the moment

"Roar!!

The vertical pupils in those eyes shrank into a slit in an instant almost under the excitement of emotion!

The roar beyond the capacity of a normal person's eardrum was roared out by the monster's huge lung capacity.

Even if you are a hunter or a witcher, you generally can't train your eardrums.

If it weren't for the distance factor that attenuated the Jawdragon's roar, Lan En estimated that they would both have to cover their ears while the Jawdragon was roaring first.

However, as soon as they met, they immediately entered a red-eyed state, and the fury of the brute-jawed dragon made Lan En feel that he had an opportunity.

He immediately changed his original path of charge, separating himself from Little Jack.

Sure enough, the Barbarian Jawed Dragon, who was originally here for revenge, almost didn't weigh it much, and immediately focused most of his attention on Lan En.

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