"Good job! Leave the rest to me!" Gordon set up his sword and prepared to enter the charging posture.
The effect of the incendiary bomb was unexpectedly good. After melting the snow armor, a small amount of grease still stuck to the behemoth's legs and continued to burn. The fur on the legs was ignited. The behemoth felt the burning pain and roared and kicked back.
Facing the incoming giant hoof, Gordon immediately changed his sword stance, swung the sword horizontally, and used the force to turn sideways, dodging the attack while leaving an inconspicuous wound on the giant beast's hind leg.
"Winter, winter..." Gordon felt that his heart was beating slightly faster.
At the same time, there was a fiery breath, like a lighted flame, quietly igniting.
"That's it."
Gordon chuckled. In fact, there was something in common between the refining and accumulation of "courage" and the use of the T-Rex suit.
As long as you keep the boundaries of rationality, comply with the violent emotions of the Dino Tyrannosaurus suit, and continue to attack and counterattack, your courage will quickly accumulate in the process.
"Ha! Isn't this a match?" Gordon laughed, shouldering the sword and entering the charging posture again.
Pork Chops, startled by Gordon's sudden laughter, shook his ears. Gordon would do this from time to time when he was equipped with a Dino-Tyrannosaurus armor to fight. He was so nervous that he was too lazy to complain.
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Speeding up and running to the side of the giant beast, the pork chop came into sight of those small eyes.
It holds the cat sword high and launches an offensive. It doesn't want to hurt the giant beast. It wins if it can distract the beast by jumping around.
The pork chop was successful, and the giant beast's turning movement hesitated for a moment. Gordon took the opportunity to release three stages of charged slashes, adding a new bleeding wound on the beast's hind leg.
The beating sound of the heart becomes clearer and stronger, and the flame of courage burns brighter and stronger.
Breathing out a breath of hot breath from between his teeth, Gordon said to himself, "It's still a little bit worse."
The leg was injured, and the giant beast roared. It shook its head vigorously, pushed the ground with its front feet, and accelerated its turn. Gordon, by reading its muscles, judged the giant beast's movements in advance and retreated first.
As the courage gradually continues, the spirit becomes more and more "focused".
Perhaps, this is the direct reason for the accelerated acceleration.
Huge fangs, longer than the entire body of many large monsters, once again swept past Gordon.
This time, Gordon, who was prepared, stabilized his center of gravity, held the sword diagonally in front of him, and relieved the wind pressure, so that he was not blown away by the air current.
The giant beast reacted very quickly. After swiping its fangs in the air, it immediately took a big step forward, and at the same time shook its head in the opposite direction, and its fangs swept back.
Gordon was lucky that he had just blocked the wind pressure. If he had been blown away by the airflow and his center of gravity was unstable, the pursuit that followed would probably have caused him a lot of trouble.
Facing the approaching giant tooth, Gordon spotted an opening and jumped and rolled.
Not backward, but forward.
He flew under the giant beast's head, which was a "dangerous safe zone" due to the curved shape of its fangs.
We say "safe zone" because this location is a blind spot for fangs, which can effectively prevent the giant beast from continuing to swing its fangs in pursuit.
And the reason why it is dangerous is because the giant beast also has a flexible nose...
Gordon, who had crawled under the giant beast's head, had no time to get up when the proboscis, which was more than a circle thicker than his entire body, swung down.
Continue to roll forward to dodge? Or fight back?
Both options are risky. The former may be crushed by the forefoot of the giant beast. It depends on luck. The latter may be crushed by the proboscis, but there is still room for maneuver.
So what's there to hesitate about? Fight back!
Gordon stood up, raised his sword, and slashed at the long nose that was about to fall.
The next second, the head of the big sword struck the tip of the giant beast's nose.
Because it was an emergency attack based on the giant beast's conditioned reflex, the force of the swish of the nose this time was relatively weak and the angle was not correct. However, the weight of the proboscis itself almost knocked Gordon into the ground like a nail.
The giant beast was even more uncomfortable. Gordon's slashing attack just happened to land on the wound on its nose.
Stimulated by the sharp pain, the giant beast's proboscis twitched and raised, along with its entire upper body.
Gordon seized the opportunity, put away his sword and charged forward at full speed. Finally, with a thrilling sliding shovel, he successfully got out from between the hind legs of the giant beast and left underneath the giant beast.
My vision suddenly became clear.
The series of dodges and counterattacks just now were a matter of life and death. He didn't have time to understand it. Now he suddenly realized that he seemed to have entered a rather strange state.
It was different from the excitement and excitement I felt when I was "practicing" with the big monster bird before.
It's more stable and controllable.
The heart no longer pounded like "dong dong dong", but became stable and powerful again. The flame of courage that only existed in the "spiritual concept" did not turn into a majestic burning flame like before, but became bright and powerful. warmth.
It's like sunshine, covering the whole body.
The spirit is concentrated like never before, and every muscle, every joint, and even the slightest bit of energy, or "fighting energy" that is extremely difficult to control, are completely under control.
Gordon subconsciously pulled out his sword and entered a charging posture.
The power gathered together at an unprecedented speed, and almost in the blink of an eye, the three stages of charging were completed.
Gordon didn't even react.
What amazed him most was that the power that had been accumulated to perfection was completely controllable!
You must know that the charged slash under normal conditions, whether it is a normal charged slash, a strong charged slash, or a true charged slash, has an "optimal release time", which is the moment when the power is accumulated to the limit.
If this moment is missed, a considerable part of the power will lose control, dissipate, and disappear.
But now, the gathered power is stably maintained at its peak, waiting for the moment to be released.
"Drink!"
Gordon shouted and waved the sword in his hand.
The power of this sword is unusually heavy, and its power has far exceeded the level of conventional three-stage charged slashes, and even surpassed the strong charged slashes.
It may not be as powerful as the full-power true charged slash, but the preparation speed of this sword is so fast that Gordon can't help but wonder if his senses have misjudged.
However, the bloody wound on the behemoth's hind leg did not deceive anyone. In this wonderful state, he really used the normal two periods of basic charging time to slash a cut that was more powerful than a strong charging slash. sword!
Even after the sword was struck, the power gathered in the core muscles was still not dissipated. He subconsciously turned forward and swung an enhanced horizontal slash that was no different from a powerful sweep.
Two wounds, one vertical and one horizontal, were intertwined at the base of the giant beast's hind legs. The splattered blood dyed the claw blade of the booming sword red, and also dyed Gordon's armor red.
The giant beast roared again, and it simply sat back, trying to crush the hunter behind it to death.
The muscles and joints of Gordon's legs quickly mobilized at this time, not rolling, but spinning and sliding similar to the dual swordsman's ghost-like state!
In the past, he obviously needed to use the inertia of charging or swinging a sword to perform similar actions smoothly.
But now, he was carrying a big sword like a swift swordsman with light weapons. He easily slid back a long distance and successfully avoided the heavy pressure of the giant beast.
Pork Chop, who was wandering around and always paying attention to Gordon, couldn't help but open his mouth, "Hey, what the hell, meow?"
Gordon couldn't help but have a cheerful smile on his face hidden under his visor.
"This is true, 'courage'."
