Chapter 1466 - 941: End of the Hunt (Part 3)

Chapter 1466: Chapter 941: End of the Hunt (Part 3)

At this moment, the monster was intertwined with confusion and intense pain, and an uncontrollable, primal fear began to grow in its heart.

The creature was completely governed by the instinctive fear of death.

But now the situation no longer allowed it to escape. The pain continuously stimulated its brain through the remaining arrow shaft in the socket of its other eye, as if burning with hellfire, reigniting its previous ferocious anger once again.

Under the influence of such wild instinctive rage and the survival instinct of a life in its death throes, this monster became hysterically insane.

It began to struggle instinctively, attacking erratically in chaos, destroying everything around it.

Its speed was already not slow, coupled with its massive size and exaggerated destructive capability, it instantly ravaged the surrounding trees and rocks into a desolate ruin.

Although it had lost its vision, it still possessed an extremely keen sense of smell.

The monster’s growth to this point was not simply due to its wildness and physical attributes, but also the survival wisdom honed through the trials of predator and prey.

Using the lingering smell in the air that it deeply hated, it detected the enemy’s direction as sharply as a shark pinpointing the scent of blood, and charged towards it without hesitation.

Watching this scene.

Legolas was quite helpless, a hint of a bitter smile appeared on his lips, of course, it wouldn’t be so simple.

Neither arrow had taken the enemy’s life.

It seems that hoping to completely resolve in front of a Level Six enemy with just Level Three physical attributes is no different than daydreaming.

Then there was only one last option left, to use this final killer move.

In the instant the monster, furiously following the scent, charged over, Legolas jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

And at this moment, driven by complete terror and anger that burned away its rationality, the monster didn’t care about these, still following its instinct it pounced forward following the smell, but its front claws found nothing, stepping onto emptiness.

It realized it had reached the cliff edge.

Now, even in its fury it understood below was the abyss, the death of being shattered.

This caused it to instinctively stop, its body fearfully recoiling backward.

But its massive size and tremendous momentum pressed against the edge of the cliff, combined with the recent frenzied rampage, the already loose edge couldn’t bear it anymore, immediately starting to emit ominous cracking sounds, collapsing with a roar.

"Boom——!"

The cliff edge fractured.

With the sudden looseness underfoot, the massive creature, now blind, naturally fell with the collapsing rocks amidst its desperate roar.

Amidst the enveloping sand and soil, if the monster’s eyes could still see, it would have noticed thick vines hanging from the cliff edge, with one of Legolas’s hands bound to them, his entire body pressed closely against the cliff face.

He hadn’t directly fallen off the cliff.

He merely used this method as bait.

Luring the enemy to the cliff edge, then triggering the deadly trap long prepared — the edge loosened by him, prone to collapse at any moment.

With cold eyes, he watched the monster rolling down along with the sand and soil, falling directly atop the sharp rock pillars standing below.

The earth shattered by impact, dust filled the air, and the monster’s softer abdomen was instantly pierced by the sharp stalagmites, releasing a tooth-grinding tearing sound.

It penetrated bloodily from the back, inside out.

A wretched, ultimate wail, the sound of heart-wrenching pain... yet it no longer had any meaning.

This overbearing monster ultimately perished beneath the fatal height, ended by its own weight and gravity.

Loosening the vines, Legolas agilely slid down.

He landed on the ground below the cliff, maintaining a safe distance, looking at the terrifyingly resilient monster still twitching, watching its futile wailing, watching its increasingly weakened struggle.

It wasn’t until the opponent’s struggle became extremely feeble, reduced to instinctive nerve convulsions, that he gripped his hunting knife, cautiously approached.

By this time, he could truly admire up close his prey, obtained at great cost.

From head to toe, he observed, with complex emotions, this trophy symbolizing victory yet scarred.

After a long while, Legolas deeply sighed.

"Ugly hunt."

He whispered.

"Ugly victory."

This was his final evaluation of himself.

The prey pierced by arrows, shattered by boulders, punctured by stalagmites... if it were to be butchered, many originally invaluable parts were so severely damaged, nearly unusable.

But he could only helplessly sigh.

After all, there’s a vast power gap between him and the enemy, even the most elite Master Hunter couldn’t possibly bridge such an immense gap to hunt the prey under fair conditions.

In the real forest, if a hunter faces a Level Six prey with Level Three strength, the only thing to do is run quickly without looking back.

Because at that moment you are no longer the hunter, the roles have completely reversed.

Despite all the numerous solid reasons to say, one cannot deny the ugliness of this victory.

At least for a hunter like him who yearns for honorable hunting, seeking both skill and beauty, it was so.

But it was undeniably a great victory, defeating the strong with the weak, intellect crushing brute force.

The unique dilemma of an elf began again.

Legolas expelled a held breath from his chest.

His face involuntarily revealed a relieved, genuinely radiant smile.

Truth be told, he was immensely happy inside, for this hard-won breakthrough, and for confirming the way of the hunting bow.

Everything around began to become blurred and dreamlike like water waves.

The trial was over.