"Hiss."
The Grey-Black Straight Sword swept through the air, its razor-sharp blade almost linking into a single afterimage.
Amid spraying juice, the thick vine ahead—still writhing and tangling even after being severed from the body—was cut into two even more mangled pieces.
Once the battle was over, the natural next step was to finish it off first.
A fall into the pit, a gain in wit. His experience in Ember Gray Valley had taught Xia Nan the good habit of making sure his enemies were dead.
After using a full-powered strike under normal conditions to cut this deformed Plant Monster, mutated from Fog Lamp Grass, into two, he did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately stepped forward.
One sword after another, like a butcher, he further carved up the Fog Lamp Monster's originally still somewhat intact body from its initial one-half into one—
Quarter, one-eighth—
As long as it could still move, it had to take a slash from him.
If he had not wanted to maximize his gains and deliberately left behind some materials that looked as if they might be worth money, Xia Nan would even have had the patience to slice it up and mince it finely into meat paste.
He could not be blamed for overthinking it.
After all, in the impression Adventurers of this world had, plant-type Monsters like this naturally belonged to the category with relatively vigorous Life Force.
And those vines that had separated from the Fog Lamp Monster's main body really did twitch in a way that gave the impression they were trying to burrow into the soil. The sense of déjà vu was overwhelming.
If, because he was too greedy for Gold Coins, he ended up giving the other party a chance to enter a second phase—his [Ember Echo] cooldown