Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

In the living room, Altman was waiting with his arms folded, without even asking Muti why he came. He raised his hand and pointed to a relatively empty space next to the dining table.

"Get into a defensive stance and let me see."

"Ah! Yes!" Muti nervously raised his large shield, unfolded his musket, and assumed a defensive posture that was barely standard.

She felt a little relieved that Mr. Fabius had corrected her movements slightly during his teaching last night, otherwise it would have been even worse.

However, the old hunter's face still darkened, and he scolded without mercy:

"My center of gravity is not stable enough, my movements are stiff and rigid, my muscles aren't tensed when they should be, and my joints aren't relaxed when they should be relaxed. Nothing is working properly.

Who taught you this defensive stance? Who was your instructor?

The old instructor who had retired long ago looked stern, as if he was not only going to scold him, but also the instructor who taught him.

"No one taught me," Muti shrank her neck. She finally understood why Aunt Gail ran so fast.

If she hadn't run away, she would definitely be the one being scolded now.

Altman frowned, his gray eyebrows knitted together. "No one taught you? A newbie? No, your body is obviously professionally trained, and that rifle doesn't look like a novice-level weapon.

You're not a student anymore, are you? What hunter level are you at?"

"Three stars."

"You're at three stars and you can't even figure out the most basic defensive posture? Who allowed you to graduate?!" Altman's voice suddenly became louder.

Muti was frightened by the old instructor's shouting, but fortunately she still remembered Gale's instructions and stammered:

"I used to use a katana, but recently, I've decided that a gunpowder suits me better, so I switched to it. However, my defense skills are very poor, so I wanted to ask for advice."

"You used to practice with a katana, but recently switched to a musket?"

The old instructor's expression visibly improved. "I see. Then it is indeed necessary to start from the beginning."

Chapter 153 A worry-free child?

A heavy wooden sword made of knotty cloud wood smashed down on his head.

Although it has no edges or blades, you can tell from the whistling sound of it breaking the wind that if you get hit by it, it will not be as simple as just a bump on the head. It is not surprising that the skull will be cracked on the spot.

Ao Lang's clothes and hair were already soaked with sweat. He was breathing heavily, and at the last moment before the wooden sword was about to fall, he took a step and turned around to dodge backwards.

He moved without any pause. He used the inertia of turning and retreating to compress his leg muscles, then immediately rushed forward and swung out with the wooden sword in his hand.

See through the slash!

"Snapped!"

Amos casually swung his wooden sword horizontally, deflecting Orlan's counterattack.

Then, he flipped his wrist and changed his sword style, holding the wooden sword horizontally to the side of his chest, with the tip of the sword facing forward, locking directly on Orlan's chest, and pressing his center of gravity backward to build up momentum.

This is the starting action of the Air Blade Thrust.

Olang, who had barely managed to avoid being at a disadvantage in the previous round of fighting, did not dare to hesitate at all. He put the wooden sword back to his waist as quickly as possible and assumed the sword-sheathing posture.

Amos's center of gravity suddenly shifted forward, as if he was about to stab out the wooden sword in his hand.

Concentrating all his attention and locking onto his opponent, Orlan did not react rashly and was not fooled by the feint.

Seeing that Orlana's defense was flawless, Amos couldn't help but reveal a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Keen grasp of timing, the right response options, and most importantly, a calm and composed mindset when facing attacks that may come at any time.

This kid's swordsmanship can be considered to be truly mastered.

Amos exerted force on his feet, and his whole body turned into an afterimage and rushed forward. The power was transferred from his legs to his waist, and finally his arms drove the wooden sword, cutting a straight sword path in the air.

Orlan drew his blade simultaneously and countered the attack with Iai Slash.

"Snap!" The wooden swords triggered each other with a crisp sound.

At this moment, the force transmitted back along the hilt of the sword almost made the wooden sword in Orlan's hand fly out. He gritted his teeth and tried his best, but he could only barely change the path of Amos's sword thrust, and the two figures crossed each other.

Exposing your back to your opponent is very dangerous. Orlan turned around hurriedly, but he was still half a beat too slow. Amos turned around before him, swung his sword and hit his wrist, then knocked the wooden sword away.

Lost again.

Orlan was a little frustrated, but he quickly cheered up. At least he managed to hold on for one more move than before, right?

"Thank you for your advice." Orlan quickly adjusted his attitude and bowed to Amos to express his gratitude.

Amos nodded his chin, "Let's stop here for today."

Aolan rubbed his wrist and picked up the wooden sword that fell on the ground.

Unlike other weapons, the katana is one of the few weapons whose skills can be improved through sparring between people.

Mikiri, Iai and other "see-through" moves that require control of timing are very suitable for improving proficiency through this method.

Of course, they didn't use hunter-type weapons in their sparring, but rather "ordinary" wooden swords less than 150 centimeters long.

Rules are one thing, but more importantly, it is safer this way.

Amos put the wooden sword back on the shelf and said, "You've practiced your Insight Slash and Iai to some extent. You can try them out in actual combat.

As for the more powerful sword moves, you have basically learned them, but the real core of those moves lies in the use of sword energy and the perfect grasp of timing.

If you want to use those moves in actual combat, you need to hone them for a longer time."

"Yes, I understand, Teacher Amos." Orlan bowed again to express his gratitude and respect.

More than a month has passed since I arrived in Dondoruma.

During this period, apart from sleeping, he spent at least half of his time every day in this basement training ground, receiving guidance from Amos.

It's not just about completing the subsequent sword moves of the Red Blade Slash, developing the Taidao Charged Slash, and learning various difficult sword techniques.

Amos also started with the most basic sword moves and gradually corrected the various wrong habits he had accumulated when copying the sword moves from Muti.

If one or two places alone are not obvious, it is easy to wonder if Amos is too obsessed with details.

But as time went on, he increasingly realized the importance of these details.

Apart from anything else, over the past month, his sword-swinging speed when performing the most basic vertical slash has increased by nearly 10% compared to when he first came to Dondoruma.

It may not sound like much, but only those who have truly experienced the difference know how significant the improvement is.

It is for this reason that Olang's way of addressing Amos changed from the original "Mr. Amos" to the current "Teacher Amos".

Before this, the only person he could call "teacher" from the bottom of his heart was Huali.

I cleaned up the training ground very consciously and took a cold shower to cool down and relax my muscles that were tense due to long-term training.

Orlan returned to the guest room he was staying in, opened his equipment box, changed into the Scorpion S suit that he hadn't worn for a while, and put on the iron sword [Kagura] that was placed horizontally on the weapon rack, fully armed.

Armor is the official attire of a hunter, which was also taught to him by Amos.

After saying hello to Amos who was leisurely drinking tea in the living room, Orlan walked out alone and headed towards the tavern in the meeting place.

After entering the tavern, Orlan ignored the lively atmosphere of drinking and cheering in the bar, as well as the curious and inquisitive eyes of a few hunters, and went straight to the task counter.

"Hello, I hope to participate in the fighting tournament. Here is my ID." After politely greeting the poster girl, Orlan stated his purpose very straightforwardly and handed over his hunter notes.

The poster girl looked at the hunter, who was a little too young, with some surprise, then took the note and checked the information.

"Mr. Orlan, huh? Your eligibility has been confirmed. With your current Hunter level, you can accept either a two-star or three-star difficulty Tournament quest. You can choose."

The poster girl handed a book to Orlan.

"Thank you." After expressing his gratitude politely as usual, Orlan confirmed the fighting competition tasks on the registration book.

There are quite a few optional tasks. The two-star ones include Blue Speed ​​Dragon King, Giant Wild Boar King, Blue Bear Beast and Red Armor Beast. Blue Speed ​​Dragon King and Giant Wild Boar King are easy to deal with, as they are monsters distributed near East Dorma.

But as for the Blue Bear Beast and the Red Armor Beast, we can only say that East Dorma is worthy of being the center of the Old World. It can even transport monsters from other regions for thousands of miles to hold a fighting competition.

Three stars have more targets to choose from, in addition to the big monster bird, poisonous monster bird, and peach-haired beast king that can be encountered in the Duntrad Wetlands.

There are also many "foreign monsters" such as the Sand Dragon, the Strange Dragon, and the Strange Ape Fox. There are even many monsters that he doesn't know where they come from, such as the Night Bird and the Sleeping Bird.

He was a little confused at first.

"Young man, are you dazzled by the choices?" An old voice sounded in my ears.

Orlan raised his head and saw an old man from the Dragon Clan looking at him kindly, "I am the director of the East Doruma Guild. You are Orlan from Lokrak, right?

Muti's friend? She told me about you.

Although Muti only said at the time, "His name is Oran, from Loklak."

"Hello, Mr. Supervisor." Orlan nodded politely. "Do you have any good suggestions?"

"That depends on your goal in participating in the tournament," the guild leader said with a smile. "To become famous? To obtain monster materials? Or to hone yourself?"

"To hone my sword skills." Orlan answered simply.

"If you just want to hone your skills, wouldn't it be more freeing to take on an exploration mission and go out into the wild to find monsters to practice with? As long as you don't kill them rashly, it won't be considered a violation of the rules." The guild leader said with a smile.

"No," Orlan's face straightened. "It's hard to stop when you're facing life and death. This behavior could easily turn into actual poaching."

Upon hearing this, the guild leader's smile grew even kinder.

He is serious, polite, talented, hardworking, and knows the rules. He is much less of a worry than those problem children.

And he is a good seedling who came from the hands of that little mustache guy named Locklark. Well done to little Muti!

The guild leader nodded with satisfaction and earnestly suggested, "If you want to hone yourself, the Giant Bird is a good choice. Its strength is quite good among three-star monsters.

It's stressful without being overly dangerous, and it also lays the foundation for future dragon hunting."

"Laying the foundation for future dragon hunting? You make a lot of sense." Orlan thought thoughtfully, flipping back two pages. "Hmm, there's even a quest involving two strange dragons. Can I choose that?"

Guild Master: “.”

Is it too early to draw your own conclusion?

Chapter 154 Cat's Thoughts

In the end, Orlan was not allowed to take on the task of the fighting competition where two strange dragons were present.

The reason is very simple, it was a four-star mission.

It’s not because his swordsmanship has improved significantly over the past month, which has made him a little complacent.

In fact, he himself knew very well that if he was asked to deal with two three-star dangerous monsters at the same time, especially the strange dragon whose strength was ranked among the best among the three-star monsters, his chances of winning were very small.

But his goal was not to hunt successfully, nor to rank high in the rankings, but simply to hone his sword skills.

For him, mission failure was not something unacceptable, and he was not afraid of losing face, and few people in Dongdoruma knew him.

There are so many staff members watching over the arena, powerful hunters to support it, and emergency medical teams on standby at all times. Even if you fail, there is a high probability that your life will not be in danger.

In that case, the higher the difficulty, the better! Is there any better trial opportunity than this?

Run, run!

The guild leader decisively refuted him.

What's wrong with these young people?! They're so worrying!

After giving him a combat tournament quest sheet for "hunting a strange dragon" and telling him to participate in a few days, the guild leader kicked him out of the meeting place.

Returning to Muti's house with some regret, Amos was preparing dinner. Oran quickly took off his equipment and went into the kitchen to help.

The dishes prepared by Amos are very simple, including a big pot of stew, a refreshing vegetable salad, and white bread as the staple food, but they are nutritionally balanced, easy to digest, and have large portions.

When dinner was served, Muti also returned.

Like every day recently, Muti pushed the door open with heavy steps and a bruised face.

After finishing more than half of the food on the table at an astonishing speed, Muti took a quick shower and staggered back to his room.

She had to seize every minute to rest, otherwise she would not be able to survive tomorrow's training.

That devilish old instructor had only spent two or three days figuring out her physical limits and recovery speed. After taking one look at the training plan he'd devised, Aolan gave up trying. He'd die.

Amos felt somewhat distressed, but said nothing.

Of course, he had heard of Altman, the famous old instructor. It was Muti's luck that the old senior who had retired for many years was willing to spend a lot of effort to guide him. It was nothing to suffer a little more.

It was still early, and Orlan ran to the training ground. Amos lay on the recliner, reading a book, while Seabuckthorn went back to the room.

With nothing to do, Yuwan wanted to find Muti to chat, but he ran to the latter's bedroom door, circled around it, and then left.