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Chapter 136 Rage of Revenge
Blood was leaking out and severe pain was coming, but it was nothing compared to the pain Hawkeye was feeling.

Hawkeye endured the pain and agony, and used all his strength to push the monster away from himself, and immediately a piece of flesh on his neck was torn off.

If Hawkeye had not received the teachings of the Yellow-browed Buddha, and if Bukong had not been unable to resist his pleading and gave him some spiritual water to strengthen his body, he would have been dead by now.

The monster's distorted face, hunched body, and sharp claws made people shudder.

The monster let out a sharp roar, fell to the ground, then quickly got up and pounced on Hawkeye again in a twisted posture.

At this critical moment, Hawkeye quickly pulled out the knife he carried with him from his waist. Relying on years of combat experience, he accurately stabbed the monster's eyes.

The monster screamed even more miserably in pain, and its movements became slower.

Hawkeye took the opportunity to roll to the side, barely stood up, and looked at the creepy creature in front of him vigilantly.

Blood gushed out of the wound, and every heartbeat was accompanied by severe pain, but there was no trace of retreat in his eyes.

Hawkeye took a deep breath, trying to calm his disordered breathing, and continued.
Ok?
In the light of the fire, it seemed that some crystal liquid was flowing down the monster's twisted and strange cheek.

Are these tears? Monsters can shed tears too?

Hawkeye shook his head, feeling ridiculous for his own absurd thoughts.

Hawkeye stared at the crying monster, a flash of doubt in his mind, and then was replaced by even stronger anger.

Just as he was about to launch another attack, the air around him suddenly became heavy, and a low roar came from the darkness. Then, a dozen monsters similar to the previous one rushed out from the shadows, their eyes flashing greedily in the firelight, obviously treating Hawkeye as prey.

The monsters opened their huge, filthy mouths and made strange noises.

Hawkeye couldn't understand what they were saying, nor did he need to understand what they were saying.

He just needs to kill them all!
He held the knife tightly in his hand. It was his only weapon and his only support at the moment.

The pain from the wound made it almost impossible for him to stand, but with his strong will, he straightened his back and prepared to face the upcoming battle.

The first monster rushed in front of him. Hawkeye dodged the monster's attack by moving his body to the side. At the same time, he stabbed the monster's neck deeply with his backhand. The monster let out a shrill wail and fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

Soon after, the second and third monsters also rushed up. Hawkeye relied on his agility and superb fighting skills to move freely among the monsters.

His knife flashed like lightning, and every swing took the life of a monster.

When Hawkeye killed the seventh monster, he was surprised to find that the monsters' bodies seemed to be trembling.

Are they afraid of themselves?

It turns out that monsters are also afraid of humans.

A hint of surprise flashed through Hawkeye's mind, but he had no intention of letting them go. Only dead monsters are good monsters. This is also the teaching of the Yellow-browed Buddha!
As the monsters' bodies trembled, their attacks became hesitant. Hawkeye took the opportunity to launch a more fierce attack. His knife drew silver tracks in the air and hit the target accurately with every swing.

The monsters began to flee in all directions, trying to escape from the human who frightened them.

But Hawkeye did not give them any chance to escape. He chased them relentlessly, shuttling among the monsters like a cheetah, constantly reaping their lives.

Every time Hawkeye killed a monster, he felt a sense of pleasure and relief.

These monsters who kidnapped his wife and children deserved this fate!

Soon, all these abominable monsters fell to the ground, except for the first one. It did not try to attack Hawkeye, nor did it try to escape. It just stayed there quietly, whimpering and looking at him with pleading eyes?

The monster was actually begging him?
Hawkeye was stunned, the knife in his hand hanging in the air, his eyes fixed on the monster.

This sudden change caught him off guard. He had never thought that these monsters, which had always been known for their cruelty and ruthlessness, would actually beg.

The monster's body trembled slightly, and its eyes were filled with fear and despair.

A low whimpering sound came from its mouth, as if it was telling of some unspeakable pain.

A complex emotion flashed in Hawkeye's eyes, and he felt an unprecedented confusion and contradiction.

But the severe pain in his neck made Hawkeye realize that this was a monster that killed people without blinking an eye.

If I let it go here, I would not only be sorry for my kidnapped wife and children, but also for the possible more victims in the future.

Hawkeye calmed himself down, raised his sword and killed the monster with one stroke. Until the end, it did not resist.

The moment the monster fell, the surroundings fell into deathly silence, with only the crackling sound of flames echoing in the air.

Hawkeye stood there, panting, sweat and blood mixed together and sliding down his cheeks.

He slowly walked towards the monsters lying on the ground, feeling mixed emotions.

These creatures, no matter how terrifying they had been and how much of a threat they had posed to his family, were now just a pile of lifeless bodies.

Why do those ugly limbs look more and more like human limbs the more I look at them?

Hawkeye was in a trance for a moment. He squatted down and carefully examined the corpses of these monsters. The doubts in his heart were like a tide that was difficult to calm down.

Those distorted faces, hunched bodies, and sharp claws looked particularly strange in the firelight, yet vaguely familiar.

"This...how is this possible?"

Hawkeye muttered to himself, his eyes fell on the arm of a monster. The outline of the arm and the texture of the muscles were so similar to those of a human arm, or in other words, it was a human body!
"Could it be... that they were once human? Or..."

Hawkeye's heart was shocked, he didn't dare to think about that terrible answer anymore.

He touched the wound on his neck. Thanks to his strong physique, the wound had begun to heal.

However, the wounds did not look like they were caused by bites, but rather like they were cut by a knife.

Hawkeye thought of a possibility. He turned his head tremblingly and saw his wife who had died tragically.

That was exactly the location of the monster he had just killed!

"No, this is impossible, all this is fake, fake!"

Hawkeye held his head and roared in pain.

"No, this is not true, Laura, she is not Laura, the real Laura must still be waiting for me to save her!"

(End of this chapter)