[Hunter] Comb Love

Atwood said Murat needed training - she was too weak physically!Even his obvious action of kicking her couldn't be avoided!

Murat: "I can avoid it and I won't fall!"

No sooner had she finished than Atwood threw a hard left hook to her face.

Murat flew out of the nest. When she fell, she tied the hair wrapped around her fingers to the branches of the nest, and made herself lighter, and rebounded with strength to swing up again, and jumped back into the nest.

Murat, who returned to the lair, covered her face and stared at Atwood in disbelief!Although she didn't feel pain, she could feel that her face was swollen and numb!She just saw the nosebleeds that splashed out the moment she was hit!

"You can't dodge such an obvious attack, what right do you have to say!" Atwood slowly lowered his left fist, which was stained with her blood. There was no killing intent on him, but the force of the punch just now was merciless: "Give me strength, or die here!"

Murat trembled all over: This man is telling the truth!He won't be sympathetic at all!If she doesn't do what he says, she will die here! !

Trying to suppress the fear in my heart first, Murat said: "Even if you don't hit me, I will!"

"Really, that's good." Atwood let go of his fist, his expression calmed down, just when Murat secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he walked to the edge of the nest and pointed to the cliff: "Then first... you go down first wait."

"You want me to jump down?" Murat took a look. The nest was about a few hundred meters above the ground, and the tree below looked smaller than a sand table model.

Murat took one look and dared not look again. She felt that she had already imagined in her mind that she would be smashed down there.

"Can't do it?" Atwood withdrew his hand, "Then I can help you."

Murat: "...I jump."

Murat was standing by the lair, brewing feelings, and instinctively sensed the crisis within two seconds of brewing!Before he had time to turn around, he hid directly, only the hair on the back of his head, which was blown by the wind, was almost cut off by the fist.

Atwood, who was empty-handed, withdrew his fist with a "tow", stepped on the place where Murat was standing, and jumped down.

Murat tried his best to control his weight to the lightest in order to reduce the speed of landing!But the lighter body is swaying because of this, and I can't control my weight at all!She floated down like a piece of rag, and suddenly she sank, and Murat looked back to see this damn green man with his feet on her back!

Squatting comfortably on the backpack on her back, Atwood said: "Weight has nothing to do with falling speed. If you want to reduce speed, make body shape bigger."

Murat yelled bitterly: "I can't change form!"

"Oh? That's it. It's obvious that it can imitate a human being, but it can't change shape." Atwood kicked hard, and Murat accelerated and fell downward, while he stayed in the air for a moment, and they separated.His golden eyes watched her fall screamingly: "Then let me see how your mind is."

Murat couldn't control her screams, this feeling of weightlessness was too terrifying! !what happened!Didn't you say you would take her to a safe place?Didn't he say he would protect her?Why did she feel that she was going to be killed! !

Although it was not the first time to jump off a cliff, I also did it when I was taking eggs, but being mentally prepared and not being mentally prepared are two different things!

She had to... she had to do something! !

Murat concentrated her demonic power on her feet, but not for flying. With her legs together, she rushed down like a sword falling from the sky!

As the distance got closer, she saw the black ground and dark green trees, and there were many black boulders rolled down from the mountain on the ground. The ground was also black, probably because the stones that fell from the mountain were rolled and shattered. Turned into soil, it may become a good oil field after thousands of years.

Murat still had those skulls in the backpack she was carrying, but she didn't want to use her hair as a cushion this time, and Atwood said she was too weak "physically" to rely on weapons.

Murat condensed all her monster power in her chest—her body was stored there!As long as her body is fine, she won't die!

The moment Murat hit the ground, she changed her posture and climbed down like a frog. Her legs were so long that she couldn't really land on all fours like a cat. She could only kneel down and bend her cervical spine together with the rest of her demonic power. At least this way She should still be able to maintain her human form.

"Boom!" Murat hit the ground, and the floor was smashed with stones flying.

Then there was another "Boom!!", in the center of the crater that was smashed out in the splashing dust, Atwood stood up slowly with one knee and one hand on the ground, and walked to another crater.

In another pit, Murat was lying there. She saw that Atwood was almost unharmed, but there was a little dirt on his body, and she concluded weakly: "You used reading."

Atwood looked at her and came to a conclusion: "I do use it...and you don't seem to have learned it yet."

"You haven't taught me...how can I learn..."

"Since you know the ability to read, you should have already mastered it." He frowned: "I was negligent, I didn't expect this."

The bones of Murat's calf should have been shattered, and the arms and fingers were folded into several strange shapes, and the muscles and skin were torn to pieces.This is because of the interaction of forces. She uses her limbs to disperse the force received by her internal organs, and the price is to pay for the bones of her limbs.

Atwood knelt down to look at her calves, which were limp from crushed bones, like ordinary lumps of meat.He regretted: "Your bones are only slightly stronger than ordinary people, and your muscles are too fragile, not as good as the jungle green gorilla."

"I'm not a jungle green gorilla... And this kind of thing..." Murat said with difficulty, her internal organs were not completely unaffected, for example, she felt a mouthful of blood rushing to her throat due to the impact, making her speech a little vague: "You can Ask me directly."

In order to test her physical fitness, is this necessary? ?

"So, can you heal automatically?"

Murat nodded weakly.

Atwood held out his right hand: "I'll give you five hours, get up."

Murat: "So harsh..."

Atwood: "Talk too much, cut it by half an hour."

Murat: "..."

Three hours later, Murat's calf bones were basically recovered. Although it could not be said to be healed yet, she could at least stand up and walk.

The bone fragments moved from the flesh and snapped back to their original positions, which should have been an extremely painful thing.Murat thanked her pain-free body for keeping her awake under the circumstances.

Atwood had been sitting beside her waiting for her. If he hadn't spoken, Murat would not have dared to speak, but he had been asking her about her body.For example, did she know her race, her eating habits and living environment requirements, etc., which made Murat feel that she had indeed become "some kind of creature" and he was studying her.

Now that he said that he could ask her directly, Murat didn't mind, and answered truthfully: she has no race, cannot absorb ordinary food, likes to live in crowded places, etc... Atwood didn't stand up until her calf bone recovered, Reach out to her: "Let's go."

Murat stared at his hand in a daze, and saw that Atwood was not impatient, so she kept extending her hand to her, and dared to put it on carefully.

Atwood pulled her up with a gentle tug, and when she stood still he let go and walked on."Your body is healing well, a little earlier than expected," he said.

Murat followed carefully, and said as he walked: "I basically won't die, there is only a special way to kill me." That is to destroy the body comb.

Atwood walked ahead with his back to her, but she felt him sighing again: "Excellent recovery ability, but such a fragile body, you are not suitable for melee combat."

"I know."

"Then what else do you know?"

"I also know—you're a bastard!"

"Hey, thanks for the compliment!"

After a while, they came to a strange jungle. The trees inside were covered with vines. From time to time, there was a dark green sphere the size of a football on the vines. Some of the smaller ones were tender green, which seemed to be fruits.Murat noticed that some large dark green fruits would suddenly explode with a "bang", but there was no pulp, only a puff of white smoke coming out of them.

Standing downwind out of the reach of the white smoke, Atwood said to Murat, "Go and try to get a smoke fruit, or it won't be ripe."

Murray was about to go in, and Atwood reminded her: "If you find danger, please notify me immediately."

What danger?

Murat climbed up in the white smoke in confusion, and successfully picked a tender green fruit, which should be immature.The fruit is surprisingly very very light.

She handed the fruit to Atwood, and Atwood took out a small knife and cut open the thin peel. Inside was white fluff like cotton, no wonder it was so light inside.

He explained: "There are no seeds in the fruit of the smoky tree, only fruit flakes. It is not used for reproduction, but as a self-protection measure. The skin of the smoky fruit is very fragile, and it usually explodes with a slight vibration. Ripe smoky fruit The smoke produced has a hallucinogenic effect, and the smoke is formed by the sublimation of these fruit flocs, so this area is off-limits to humans...and occasionally a testing ground for hunters to test."

It sounds like hunter tests are pretty bad.

Murat asked sincerely: "What if I am poisoned?"

Atwood looked up at her: "The toxicity of the smoky fruit is not fatal... At most, you will lose your judgment and action like drunk."

"I've never been drunk." She can't absorb alcohol, so even the most drinkable sailor can't drink her!

"Aren't you okay? Humanoids are usually resistant to poison, not to mention that you have not been poisoned yet after being hit by the poisoned dart of candidate No. 294."

Number 294, that ninja.

Murat had an expression of "Why do you know?!" Atwood explained to her: "In the fourth test, every candidate is followed by an examiner, and my target is you from the beginning." That's why he knew She uses some unseen cutting abilities and completely restrains her movement when she tries to escape.

"Okay." Murat thought about it for a while... She really didn't remember this incident, but since there was only this version, she had no choice but to believe it.But... "What if I don't have poison resistance?"

"Then I'll go in and bring you back."

Well, she has nothing to say.Murat lowered her head and was secretly angry, and then something was stuffed into it, which was the immature smoke fruit she took out. Its peel was neatly peeled off like an orange peel, revealing the complete white fruit flakes.

Murat hugged it: "?"

Atwood: "Eat." He didn't look at her, just put away the knife: "Unripe smoke fruit flocs are not poisonous."

Murat shook her head: "As I said, I can't absorb ordinary food, I don't need to eat."

"But you have a sense of taste, don't you?" Atwood said, frowning. "Taste it."

He was so insisting that she eat it, and Murat was afraid that if she didn't eat it, she might be beaten again, so she had to try to break off a little bit, and the touch was no different from cotton, and then put it in her mouth.

The fruit flocs melted in the mouth, and Murat was shocked to break off a little bit to taste: it really tastes like cotton candy! !This is exactly the cotton candy I tasted when I was a child! !Isn't this fruit flocs and cotton candy? ?

Atwood: "The gourmet hunter in the association mentioned that the taste of immature smoke fruit will change according to what the eater thinks, but because the fruit flakes sublimate and form hallucinogenic smoke, it is also called 'unable to stay Dream food in the stomach'."

Murat sat on the ground and ate happily. This mouthful tasted like chestnut cake again. White smoke kept gushing out of her mouth. She could feel that there was nothing in her stomach.

After she finished eating this one, Atwood moved: "Let's go, we're going to continue training."

He has been waiting for her to finish eating.

Murat put down the empty peel and followed, because she ate slowly, so she wasted a lot of time, but also got a short rest for her calves and arms, and they were obviously a little more flexible than before.Because the people in front deliberately slowed down, she would not fall behind.

Murat whispered behind him: "Even if you give me food, I think you're an asshole."

"That's really sorry." The person in front said without looking back, "I'm your master, this bastard."

On the other side, the president who has finished the final test is drinking tea leisurely, and Saci, Menqi, and Bharat, who sent Xiaojie and the others back, report to the president that Xiaojie and the others have gone to the Republic of Batoqia Looking for the Dadike family on Kukulu Mountain, the president just said "oh" and didn't put down his teacup.

"Master President." Saci, the suit examiner, said, "Candidate No. 402 has already started training with Atwood... But judging from the video returned from the spaceship, the way he treated her was a bit too rough."

Men Qi and Bharat looked at each other, they were both food hunters, they both knew what they were worried about.

"I hate Atwood very much." Men Qi said, "I made a joke with him before, and he almost got into a fight with me!" They are obviously two-star hunters!

The chairman’s tea-drinking hand paused for a moment: "Well...Men Qi, a gourmet hunter suggested to the Eudemons hunter to make the egg dish of Bobo Chit Bird, which is beyond the scope of a joke." He also sighed: "Ah! Twood is a good boy... well... just not very good with humans."

"...In short, I just don't deal with him. Although the body of No. 402 is a monster...but she still seems to be a human in the heart, and she is also a girl." Men Qi was distressed, "She is the first one to slice the fish properly. Although she doesn't cook sushi, it shows that she has an appreciation for cooking." She was still very optimistic about her.

President Nitero said: "No. 402 is a special candidate... Although there is nothing unusual about Phantom Beasts, she is a Phantom Beast with high IQ and perfect anthropomorphism. Naturally, it is appropriate to select examiners who are familiar with Phantom Beasts. And Atwood... well, I hope he learns a bit of human tenderness from 402, his methods are always too rough."

Bukhara with a big belly thought about it: "Well...then won't number 402 die?"

"Well..." He took a sip of tea with a guilty conscience, thinking of Nifa Jieluo's two broken ribs: "I warned him, it should be... no?"

It should be... The three people who heard the answer all imagined the fate of No. 402.

"I wish her good luck!" Saci concluded.

The author has something to say: Come on, Murat!

Murat: TAT