Monster Hunter in League of Legends

Nidalee, the Wild Huntress, is known as the Javelin Girl or Nidalee in League of Legends. This is primarily due to her ability to freely switch between human and cougar forms, and also because of the incredibly high damage output of her Q skill in human form.

Especially in the mid-to-late game, if you get hit by a long-range Q, squishy heroes will be severely wounded and lose their ability to engage in team fights. Even tanky frontliners will lose a lot of health.

But that's just a setting in the game; there's no game balance system in reality.

However, this also means that, under certain circumstances, the real-world values ​​can be even more inconsistent than those in the game.

At least now, Tarlin can clearly sense Nidalee's talent in 'throwing'.

Take javelin throwers as an example. This sport is an all-around sport that highly integrates speed, strength, explosiveness, coordination, and flexibility.

Among these factors, explosive power is absolutely crucial; simply having great strength is not enough to unleash one's full potential.

Nidalee's body... is both strong and flexible, possessing a density far exceeding that of ordinary people, as well as an unusually high degree of flexibility.

Thinking it over, Tarin nodded, then led Nidalee, who didn't particularly like her human form, outside and pointed to a tree not far away, saying, "Aim at that tree and throw the weapon."

Upon hearing Tarin's words, Nidalee nodded, then quietly picked up her spear, following the instincts of her body to assume a stance, before suddenly swinging her right arm and throwing the spear.

With a "whoosh," the spear shot through the air, penetrating more than twenty centimeters into the tree trunk.

Having witnessed the power of the javelin from afar, Tarin nodded thoughtfully.

Nidalee was about fifty meters away from the tree, and most of the trees in the Ishtar Forest are hardwoods. Without considering other factors, a top javelin thrower, in perfect form, can typically drive a metal-tipped javelin four to eight centimeters into hardwood.

Now... Nidalee relies entirely on her immense strength to throw, and technically speaking, it's absolutely pathetic compared to a real professional athlete.

Even so, the seemingly blunt bone spear still easily pierced the tree more than twenty centimeters deep without any running start...

It contains no technological interference; it is purely numerical.

Just as Tallin was still thinking, a voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[System Quest: The Legacy of the Hunt]

[Mission Description: Teach Nidalee the essence of throwing.]

[Quest Reward: Beginner Dragon Vein Alchemy]

Upon seeing the mission reward, Tarin raised an eyebrow in surprise.

The so-called Dragon Vein Alchemy is an ancient technique in the Monster Hunter world that only the Dragonkin are qualified to master—or rather, a technique that only the Dragonkin have the lifespan to study and master in depth.

It operates on the energy of the dragon vein, transforming life energy and ecology, and can integrate monster materials and natural resources to form unique equipment.

Similarly, it is an essential skill for anyone who wants to master the crafting of advanced potions.

Don't be fooled by how players in the game treat Secret Potions, Ancient Secret Potions, and Demon Drugs like candy or soda. In reality, these things are just like equipment—in the official Monster Hunter novels, even a relatively ordinary set of Rathalos armor is a family heirloom for the hunter.

During the time Tarin lived in the Monster Hunter world, he had only seen ancient elixirs, let alone elixirs, and even elixirs in general, once.

For top hunters who can fight ancient dragons in boiling seas, that effect might only be considered average. But for ordinary hunters, it's absolutely life-saving and heal-like.

Mastering the Dragon Vein Alchemy also means that Tarin can make greater use of the materials he possesses—both Demon Medicine G and Hardening Medicine G require the secretions of the Odogaron.

The forging and processing of some high-level equipment also requires the Dragon Vein Alchemy technique to reshape life energy and ecology.

Thinking this, Tarlin perked up, clapped his hands, attracting the attention of a Paka jungle cat sunbathing nearby, and then pointed to the javelin not far away.

This jungle cat was guarding the settlement yesterday, so it hadn't witnessed the battle in Tarlin and didn't know what Tarlin was there for.

Upon seeing that Tarlin was actually giving him orders, the Paka jungle cat looked bewildered. Then, its feline instincts kicked in, and it immediately tilted its head and started whimpering.

Keyboard cat.

Upon seeing this, Nidalee immediately hissed, startling the Paka jungle cat, which tucked its tail between its legs and whimpered as it ran to the tree, dangling its bone spear, and then came back to nudge Tarlin's feet.

A large cat.

Nodding in satisfaction, Tarin then gripped his bone spear and said, "This time it's my turn. Watch carefully as I exert my power."

Upon hearing this, Nidalee nodded and then focused her attention on Tarin.

Although she tried her best, to be honest, Nidalee wasn't actually fully engaged.

Because in Nidalee's current view, while the human form does have its merits, compared to the beast form's powerful strength, bite force, and speed, the human form, apart from being able to move in special terrains and heal wounds, doesn't seem to have anything to boast about.

Nidalee's later fighting style was also gradually developed through years of accumulated battles.

Tarlin could sense Nidalee's indifference, but he didn't pay it much mind—Nidalee wasn't averse to or unsuitable for human form; she simply hadn't realized the strengths and advantages of human form.

Once Nidalee realizes it, she will naturally learn it out of the instinct for survival.

Thinking it over, Tarin also perked up and focused his attention on the bone spear in his hand.

At that very moment, Nidalee narrowed her eyes as if she had sensed something.

Although the Tallinn before her hadn't changed much, and she was just staring intently at the trees not far away, Nidalee still clearly felt a faint pressure spreading out from Tallinn in that instant.

This pressure is not a form of catharsis or demonstration, but rather the unconscious mental state that permeates a person when their attention is highly focused.

Then, Tallinn moved.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, his short and rapid jog like a beast pouncing before a kill, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

He lowered his center of gravity, pointed the spear tip diagonally forward, and held a chilling intent in his eyes.

Just before reaching the designated distance, Tallinn suddenly increased his pace, and with his last step, he slammed his right leg down on the ground as if a spring had snapped.

A force called "Support" exploded from the soles of the feet, rushing along the bones and tendons of the thighs straight to the waist and hips.

The hips twist first, followed by a sudden flex of the back muscles.

Push your chest forward, pull your gun-wielding arm back to its limit, and twist your entire torso into a rigid bow stretched to its limit.

The muscles bulge, and the force continuously gathers and compresses at the great ridge of the spine.

This made Nidalee hold her breath involuntarily, feeling a chill creep down her spine.

In the next instant, Tarlin's hips spun his torso violently, his torso swinging his shoulders, his shoulders driving his arms, and his arms driving his wrists, the power surging like a tidal wave, layer upon layer, without wasting a single bit.

The instant he struck, Tarin's forearm exploded like a whip, his wrist pressed down, and his fingertips lashed out—

hum! !

Along with a clearly visible trajectory, a buzzing and shrieking sound of intense friction filled the air.

In Nidalee's sight, the bone spear that was flung out whistled as it tore through the air, transforming into a blur with deadly sharpness!

In the blink of an eye, Tarlin threw the bone spear more than a hundred meters away. The bone spear, like the fangs of a beast, viciously nailed into an old tree.

Upon contact, an invisible burst of energy erupted from the bone spear, similar to the "Spirit Blade Helmet Slash" of the katana in Monster Hunter World. However, this time, Tarin focused the energy into the blood groove of the bone spear.

Even so, the force of the bone spear increased several times over at the moment of the explosion.

Just like being hit by a cannonball, the hardwood, which was almost the size of a person's embrace, exploded from one side, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound of air friction as it was brutally pierced by the bone spear!

After that, the bone spear continued its momentum and landed on a hardwood tree behind it. Although it didn't manage to shatter the tree in half like it had pierced the first one, it easily pierced through it, and countless wood chips flew out from the crack on its back.

This brutal blow immediately made Nidalee's eyes narrow.

She was almost certain that if Tarlin had wanted to, he could have easily blown her head off in last night's battle.

Tallinn stretched his body, feeling the soreness and aches throughout, and nodded.

The destructive power of a javelin is vastly different when used by a trained person versus an untrained person.

Regardless of the speed and distance of the shot, the kinetic energy generated alone can be increased by 2.5 to 4 times.

And this is just the physical strength of an ordinary person. In Runeterra, a world with extraordinary powers, with proper training, one can maximize their explosive power in that instant, and combine it with the enhancement of physiological values ​​by primal magic. The resulting increase in power, in Tarin's experience, would be no less than nine times.

There is no upper limit, depending on the amount of magic power.

Turning his gaze to Nidalee beside him, Tarin asked, "Did you see clearly?"

"Huh? Ah!"

It wasn't until Tarin reminded her repeatedly that Nidalee belatedly looked away.

Even so, Nidalee's eyes were still filled with disbelief. She stared at the bone spear in the distance for a long while, then took a deep breath and said:

"This is... the power of a shapeshifter?"

"No, this is my power."

Tarin shook his head, then whistled. The jungle cat that was sunbathing nearby raised its head from the ground, saw the direction Tarin was pointing, and hurriedly ran over to retrieve the bone spear.

As they approached, it was clear that the Paka jungle cat was having some trouble. After pondering for a while, it finally managed to pull the bone spear out of the hardwood with difficulty.

When the bone spear returned to Tarin's hands, a section of its tip was visibly broken off.

Squatting on the ground, Nidalee took the bone spear from the jungle cat's mouth, her face filled with disbelief.

She had used the bone spear for a long time and was certain it was the tooth of a lemur—a giant, four-legged beast native to Ixtal, solitary, and one of the top predators in the mountains.

The teeth of the Sharp-maned Beast are harder than steel. But now...

Sensing the shock and disbelief in Nidalee's eyes, Tarin didn't seem to care much.

It can transform into a Crippled Dragon, but that doesn't mean that Tarin is weak when it doesn't transform.

This transformation is essentially an ecological change. Even now, while still in human form, Tarin's body continuously secretes the biological hormones of the Odogaron, the paralyzing toxin of the Great Paralysis Dragon, and the fear pheromones of the Great Jagras.

Meanwhile, the structure of Tarlin's bones and muscles is qualitatively different from that of ordinary humans. Whether it is muscle density, bone density, or blood oxygen transport capacity, it has been enhanced based on the Odogaron, and perfectly integrated with the advantages of humans.

Thinking about it, Tarin placed his hand on Nidalee's hair and ruffled it, saying:

"Paka jungle cats are apex predators; your bodies are designed to adapt to this wilderness. But that's not a strength of humans—the core of throwing is absolute explosive power, which cannot be determined by the strength of a single muscle group."

Nidalee didn't mind Tarlin rubbing her head—in the feline world, higher-ranking cats lick lower-ranking cats; this behavior is not only a declaration of status but also a form of social etiquette.

Thinking it over, Nidalee simply looked at Tarin, then pursed her lips and said, "Please teach me."

"certainly."

Tallinn nodded: "That's precisely why I'm showing it to you."

As he said this, he paused, then pointed to the hardwood logs in the distance that had been directly blown up by the bullets:

"However, there is one thing to note: that attack just now was not used in actual combat, but was a full-force strike that had been prepared for a long time. In a real battle, its power would probably only be about one-third of that."

Shooting through hardwood with a javelin from a distance of 100 meters is beyond Tallinn's current capabilities. In fact, due to the excessive force, Tallinn can now feel a slight, dull ache in his muscles.

However, given Tallinn's body's ability to regulate and metabolize, this level of overload would be almost completely recovered in two minutes and would not affect Tallinn's overall condition.

Nidalee nodded in agreement, then took a deep breath, picked up the bone spear with a broken end, and made a throwing motion.

Seeing this, Tarlin said, "Keep this position."