22-Slain!
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Su Mo's voice boomed with fierce momentum, but in the face of this hundred-meter colossus, he seemed utterly insignificant.
He swung his Zhanmadao down hard, striking with a crisp **[clang]**.
[–32]
Seeing the pitiful white number float up, Su Mo's eyelid twitched violently.
What the hell—130,000 HP, and one slash does 32 damage? That's worse than a bargain-bin deal!
**[Whoosh!]**
A fiery snort blasted from the house-sized snout of the Furious Tusk Duke, its pillar-like hooves pawing the ground twice before charging forward.
**[Boom!]**
A hundreds-meter-tall mountain crumbled under the impact, dirt and rocks scattering in all directions.
Su Mo, wielding a blade barely longer than the beast's bristles, hacked away wildly at its hide.
Even as the monster's rampage toppled a peak, the savage force didn't faze him one bit.
Each clash of his three-ton blade against the Furious Tusk Duke's skin sparked faintly.
It was like a human getting nicked by grass—leaving just a faint red mark.
After dozens of slashes, the hide didn't even break. Worse, glowing runes flared across its body, healing the shallow cuts in seconds.
This was beyond ridiculous!
"Chopping like this, I'll be at it till the end of time. No way—I've gotta find its weak spot.
That Fear Scarecrow was all straw except its eyes, so anywhere worked.
But this thing's defense and HP are insane—it's still a living creature. If nothing else, I'll start with its eyes!"
No sooner thought than done. Su Mo raced across the Furious Tusk Duke's body toward its head.
A few breaths later, he stood atop it.
Looking down, its three-meter-wide snout loomed below, flanked by eight-meter tusks glinting with a red sheen.
"Compared to this thing, that Fear Scarecrow doesn't even deserve the word 'fear'!"
If the Fear Scarecrow could see this and hear Su Mo, it'd leap up in protest:
"You chopped down hundreds of my minions, used their points to boost yourself, then cut me down—and you say I don't deserve 'fear'?!
Without that Absolute Defense, you wouldn't even get near me!
And this thing's on a whole different level—I'm level 10, it's 20!
A magic-based lightweight like me versus a pure tank? Get real!"
Su Mo leapt from the top, landing on its snout, and stabbed downward with his blade—another superficial scratch!
The Furious Tusk Duke wasn't about to let this pest run rampant.
Its massive head thrashed wildly, trying to fling Su Mo off, bellowing Iron Wall Roars nonstop.
Sonic waves rippled outward, snapping trees like twigs.
Su Mo clung to its bristly hair, refusing to fall, inching upward until he faced its millstone-sized eye.
Seizing the moment, he thrust his blade down with his right hand.
[–700]
Su Mo's lip twitched as the Furious Tusk Duke blocked with its eyelid.
This thing could blink?!
But 700 damage from one hit? That sparked some hope.
Blocked by an eyelid and still hitting 700—this had to be its weak spot!
Without hesitation, he turned his chicken-chopping blade into a makeshift spear, stabbing the eyelid relentlessly.
After dozens of strikes, a gash finally tore open, blood the size of fists oozing from beneath.
His attacks weren't just shredding the eyelid—they were hitting the eye underneath too.
Once the first cut appeared, Su Mo's hands moved faster, the blade striking like a storm.
A glint of steel flashed, then he drove it in like a dragon's thrust—sure, it was a blade, not a spear, but the speed was unreal.
The Furious Tusk Duke roared and sprinted, slamming its head into mountains and the ground, desperate to crush the ant on its face.
But Su Mo shrugged off the impacts.
He just gripped its hair tighter, slashing the same spot over and over.
**[Pop!]**
The eyelid ripped open, and the blade plunged nearly a meter deep!
[–8,000]
A grin finally cracked Su Mo's face at the sight of that damage.
"Now that's more like it!"
Blood gushed from the socket like a stream.
**[ROAR!!!]**
The Furious Tusk Duke's scream shook the skies.
Unlike its earlier defense-boosting roars, this time it was in real pain.
It thrashed harder, using every trick to shake Su Mo off.
But he held firm, yanking the blade out and slamming it back in.
[–1,200]
…?
Su Mo's head filled with question marks. First hit was 8,000—why only 1,200 now?
After a few more stabs dropped to 800, he figured it out.
The eye was probably fully blind now—800 was just collateral damage elsewhere.
Prying the blade, he gouged out the ruined eyeball.
Facing the bloody socket, he didn't hesitate—jumping right in.
He swung his blade nonstop, each hit dealing at least 800 damage.
Severing veins thicker than his arms, he carved a path to the brain.
No matter how the Furious Tusk Duke roared, ran, or smashed its head outside, Su Mo wasn't fazed.
Facing its blood-streaked brain, he slashed down—a crimson [–30,000] popped up.
Any normal creature would die from a brain hit, but this thing's brain was healing—absurd!
"You're still fixing this? Let's see if you can out-heal my cuts!"
Dozens of slashes later, ignoring the shrinking numbers, he hacked the brain to mush. Finally, the outside went quiet.
A golden light flashed over Su Mo—he'd hit level 8.
[Congratulations on your first kill of the golden boss, Furious Tusk Duke. Gained 80 Free Attribute Points]
[Due to the massive level gap, bonus reward: 80 additional Free Attribute Points]
Seeing the prompt, Su Mo's face stayed neutral—until he opened his panel. Then his grin wouldn't quit.
These 160 free points were instance rewards—not from the Heart of Slaughter!
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