The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Just a moment ago, I was a little upset and irritable, and wanted to get rid of the three entangled carrion puppets as soon as possible, so I moved to kill.

Then, the combat technique was triggered.

If this assumption is true, that is to say, as long as I have a killing intent, any attack will have a combat skill effect.

Once I stop killing intent, the effect of combat skills will disappear.

In this way, the combat technique of'Resonance' is relatively easy to use.

After thinking about it again, I was born with another question: Since'resonance' exists together with killing intent, will'resonance' consume my killing intent?

Just like a magician will consume mana when releasing magic, will my killing intent be consumed by combat skills?

Once it is consumed, what effect will it have on me?

Is it sluggish like a magician draining mana?

Or will it be as weak as a fighter who is exhausted?

Or is it like a warrior draining mana, unable to concentrate?

Imagining the various possibilities of this series, I smiled wickedly, and got excited.

Some people say that any creature is born with the blood of battle. I agree with this. Every time the battle is in full swing, I will involuntarily leave life and death and fight for my life.

And whenever I have a new fighting technique, I will always be happy to implement it.

These may be caused by the blood flowing in my veins and eager to fight.

Just like now.

With a sullen and weird smile on my face, I swished my knife at the puppet.

It's not that I deliberately spoofed the expression to set off the atmosphere, it was really that when I was murderous, only this embarrassing expression remained on my face.

Although this expression is disappointing, the effect is surprisingly great.

For some reason, the rotten flesh puppets stood still one by one, all the rotten flesh sifting the chaff of their bodies, shaking constantly.

However, when I was intent on killing, I had no time to think about why this happened, so I raised my arm and slashed violently.

It is really like a broken bamboo, almost every three or two swords will eliminate a carrion puppet, of course, there are exceptions to this, a certain carrion puppet on the middle road cost me six swords-its core actually grows on the heel on.

But overall it went well.

When I got to the fifteenth floor of the portal, I felt my breathing became a bit rapid. Not only that, but the restless and frantic aura in my heart also began to flow out. The killing intent that has been released from my body has not diminished. Reverse increase!

I can even clearly feel the desire for bloodthirsty in my heart.

what 's wrong?

I knocked my head and kneaded my temples hard, feeling my face stiff into a hideous expression.

"It seems, it's a bit bad." With reason, I wanted to suppress the killing intent radiating from my body.

However, how could this strong killing intent like a tiger coming out of a cage be easily suppressed?

The body, like a clockwork, walked uncontrollably towards the fifteenth floor.

One step, two steps, three steps, seeing the black vortex-like portal approaching step by step, I couldn't stop my movements, I still moved forward mechanically.

Then, step by step stepped into the fifteenth floor.

According to the description in the adventurer's manual, on the 15th floor of the dungeon, there is a monster called Amon. Its strong body is comparable to the tall and sturdy fitness coaches in the gym, but it is much taller than humans.

It has a huge bull head with two pointed horns. Although the pointed horns are short, they are still sharp and sharp.

On the whole, it is like a smaller tauren boss, but it has the strength and strength far surpassing the tauren boss.

As a result, many adventurers were misled by its appearance like a tauren boss, and died on the fifteenth floor.

Amon's attack method is very simple, using its sturdy limbs to violently beat the adventurer in various ways and angles.

Under such brutal and inhumane beatings, lucky adventurers may have their neck broken in the first punch, and they will no longer have to suffer the following brutal beatings; not all adventurers are so lucky. , Most adventurers died in severe pain after being crushed by Amon's bones.

Someone analyzed that the reason why Amon took such a brutal way to kill adventurers may be related to their love of listening to the sound of adventurers screaming.

All in all, it is a very powerful and cruel monster.

I was planning to go down to the fifteenth floor to confront them after I was mentally prepared.

Unexpectedly, driven by inexplicable strength and killing intent, I walked in without hesitation.

What a miscalculation!

Having said that, I have tested whether I have been cursed before, and the result is that there is no problem at all.

In this way, it was not because I was cursed by something else that controlled my actions, but because of my own subconscious.

Maybe it's because I want to become stronger.

It's also possible, because I want to get through the dungeon as soon as possible and unlock the secret of my left hand.

Maybe it was driven by the militant blood flowing in my body.

In short, I should be eager to fight, and very eager!

The killing intent grew stronger, and the blurry spots on the body of the Matthew Sword in his hand became more.

"Hmph, I grew up with the killing intent," I grinned.

As my murderous intent grew stronger, I was already a hideous face, but I didn't know it.

Not far away, a wandering Amon saw me, his bull's eyes kicked, and an angry howl from his huge nostrils: Moo!

"The cow's cry is full of fangs. It doesn't go to eat grass, but likes to eat meat. It's really a violent monster," I joked, the hideousness on my face undiminished.

"Come on, let me see your strong body and strong muscles, let me feel your crazy and brutal attack, come on!"

I opened my arms and raised my **** to Yamon defiantly.

For some reason, the stronger the killing intent, the better my talent in mocking seemed to be. The **** behavior that I wanted to abandon was unexpectedly done, and it was done to a very standard level, with a sense of mockery.

Am I born to be a taunter?

I was still thinking about it, but the sword in his hand still waved.

I was like a beast out of the cage, rushing towards Amon.

Perhaps this Amon was born and has never seen such a sturdy adventurer. When I rushed over with a grin, it stayed where it was, and its body trembled slightly.

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