Monster Hunter: I can accept monster quests!

Chapter 86 Psychological Struggle

Faced with the seemingly hesitant and uncertain Broken Dragon, Chen Yan looked down and suddenly realized what was going on.

He first slept next to Nergigante for one night, and after waking up, he played around with Nergigante for a while. Even his clothes were licked to shreds by Nergigante, and he was thoroughly licked by Nergigante from head to toe, inside and out.

In the eyes of the monster that judges danger by smelling the pheromones emitted from the other's body, he is now equivalent to a humanoid Nergigante.

Although Brachydios is also ferocious, it is still slightly inferior to the "Ancient Dragon Slayer" Nergigante.

Since that's the case, then it's necessary to take advantage of the situation and act as a figurehead.

Chen Yan recalled the usual appearance of the Extinction Dragon in his mind. He propped himself up on his arms at his sides, spread his five fingers as wide as possible, let his arms hang slightly in front of him, and stood with his legs wide apart. He stared at the bewildered Shattered Dragon with a deliberately fierce look.

The dragon was a little confused. Chen Yan, who was standing properly, was a bit of a threat, but now his posture and movements made it feel that he was not even as good as a newborn herbivorous dragon cub.

It rubbed its fists irritably, unsure whether to throw a punch to test its skill or turn around and walk back.

The two, one man and one dragon, fell into an eerie stare-down, and Chen Yan took the opportunity to observe the famous "Master Shatter".

Compared to other large brute dragon species, the Broken Dragon, which is only a dozen meters long, appears small, while its sapphire blue carapace covering its entire body makes it shine brightly in the sunlight.

With its distinctive hammer-shaped horn on its head, highly developed columnar forelegs, and a club-shaped tail resembling a war club, it has a unique charm even to Chen Yan, who is used to seeing the beauty of sheep.

Hmm, I suddenly really want to touch its thick, large, green-glowing hammerhead...

Chen Yan was always a man of action. He imitated the ruthless gait of the Extinction Dragon, swaggering towards the Shattered Dragon like a bandit kidnapping a bride.

The Broken Dragon, like a frightened young wife, buried its head even deeper into its raised fists. Its body was tense, its legs were poised to leap forward or retreat at any moment.

It was quite puzzled, though, why was this herbivorous dragon cub not running away, but instead swaggering over?

Could this black-haired creature in front of it be just as terrifying as the golden-haired one it had encountered before?

It still can't forget the golden retriever it met.

It was a very ordinary morning. As usual, it strolled around this familiar volcanic area, chasing away small herbivores such as herbivorous dragons and Bobo as it ran around, while searching for traces of critical slime mold buried deep underground.

As soon as I turned the corner, I smelled the aroma of meat.

It followed the scent all the way, crippling a passing Blastdragon along the way, and finally saw a faint light in a low cave in a desolate corner it had never been before.

With two punches, it opened a skylight in the cave. Just as it was trying to dig out flesh with its long, thin claws that were usually folded under its fists, a golden retriever suddenly emerged from the cave, yawning.

What angered it was that the golden retriever was still eating the meat it wanted.

The dragon immediately roared and threw a punch, but to its surprise, the golden-haired creature simply grabbed a boulder and blocked 70% of its right jab.

What surprised it even more was that the golden retriever was using only one paw, while using the other to gnaw on the meat it wanted to eat!

The Broken Dragon let out the most furious roar of its life. It was the strongest monster that could roam freely for dozens of miles around. How dare you take my fist with one hand?

In its enraged state, the Broken Dragon unleashed almost all of its skills.

Its powerful punches, thunderous tail swings, and earth-shattering headbutts came in succession, almost shattering the low hill.

But after it attacked for a long time, the golden retriever, despite being quite large, was incredibly agile. It dodged and weaved, almost avoiding all of its attacks, and even managed to break off a piece of its scale.

Seeing that the roughness was no good, the Broken Dragon started to compete on details, and it began to use combination techniques.

The Dragon Slayer leaps with its powerful hind legs, combining ferocious punches with agile footwork, delivering a dazzling array of unexpected punches.

He used almost every punch imaginable—straight punch, drill punch, hook punch—and even his rarely used secret technique, the Dragon Chariot Charge with a series of punches, a despicable move.

To its astonishment, the golden retriever blocked wave after wave of attacks with just one stone after another.

By the end, even Shattered Dragon began to doubt his very existence. Where did all these giant rocks come from in this godforsaken place?

Faced with the still relaxed Golden Retriever, the furious Shattered Dragon finally prepared to unleash its trump card.

It secreted a large amount of saliva from its mouth and spat it all onto its left fist, looking with great heartache at the little golden slime that was slowly emerging from its fist.

It took it a lot of hard work to find a tiny bit of critical slime mold, after searching for dozens of miles around.

It had originally intended to let the critical slime mold, which had been buried underground for who knows how long and had accumulated a large amount of earth vein energy, slowly assimilate the ordinary slime mold in its fist, but now it seems that it has come to the point where it has no choice but to use them.

Although the critical slime mold that had grown was only a tiny amount, it still did not prevent it from bursting out with a dazzling golden light. The Broken Dragon panted heavily, pouring all the strength in his body into this punch.

It refused to believe that this punch wouldn't kill this despicable golden retriever!

Just as it was desperately gathering its strength, the golden retriever in front of it seemed to have seen something and kept looking up at the sky.

The charging dragon subconsciously glanced over as well, only to find three fire dragons flying overhead.

Broken Dragon glanced at it and then continued to stare at Golden Hair. It was just a black fire dragon, a three-colored fire dragon, and a pink fire dragon flying by. What was there to see!

But the golden retriever kept an eye on them from beginning to end. After confirming the direction they were flying in, his originally smiling expression suddenly turned serious, his brows furrowed. Then he dropped the stone, turned around and left, abandoning this huge creature by the roadside.

The dragon was even more enraged.

It roared and unleashed its strongest punch of its life, an unparalleled fist carrying a terrifying storm as it struck the golden retriever. But the golden retriever merely turned and roared angrily—

"Have you made enough of a scene?!"

His golden hair stood on end, and even his eyebrows and beard tensed up. He turned around and threw a punch, the astonishing power of which was no less than that of the dragon. With a deafening roar, both the man and the dragon took a half step back.

On the surface, it was a draw, but Broken Dragon knew it had lost; its half-step was worth more than ten steps of Golden Hair.

Looking at the clear fist mark on his right fist, Broken Dragon began to doubt Dragon Life again, while Golden Hair grimaced and rubbed his wrist for a while before waving at him.

"Something seems to have happened at home, so let's call it a day. We'll play again next time after I've had a good meal..."

Having said that, he didn't give the Broken Dragon a chance to react, easily climbing up the almost vertical cliff, disappearing in a few breaths with a few leaps and bounds.

The shattered dragon's furious roar soared into the sky. It made up its mind: it would leave this place, it would go to find the critical slime mold, and it would transform into the strongest!

...

Then, after walking for a few days, it encountered the black-haired creature in front of it.

Seeing the black-haired creature reaching out to touch its head, the already demoralized Broken Dragon was caught in a fierce internal struggle.

Should we give it a good punch to start a fight, or should we swallow our anger and wait until it finds and coexists with the critical slime mold?