Monster Melee (II)

Wei Dengke's warning went in one ear and out the other. Mo Li knew that against an ancient monster like this, his odds of winning were less than one percent. Yet he had no idea what had gotten into him. He simply wanted to clash with it head-on.

A battle-hungry excitement appeared on Mo Li's face. Then, after letting out a low growl, he charged straight at Tengshe. The move clearly startled Tengshe. In all the years it had lived, every human who saw it had shrunk into a corner like a quail in terror, leaving it free to enjoy its meal. Yet this human was not only unafraid—he was actually charging at it. Could there be something wrong with his head?

Mo Li paid no attention to Tengshe's reaction. He reached it at tremendous speed, leaped high into the air, and gripped his short blades backward before driving them down toward Tengshe's body.

Tengshe moved with a speed completely out of proportion to its enormous size. Just as Mo Li leaped to attack, it abruptly twisted its body. Its massive tail, thicker than a barrel, slammed viciously into Mo Li. With a muffled boom, Mo Li flew backward like a cannonball and crashed heavily into the entrance of a building.

The door was enormous, but the impact of Mo Li's collision was no small thing. The entrance shook violently, then was forcibly knocked open a crack.

Mo Li hit the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blow had been brutal. His internal organs, which had yet to recover, were injured again, and fragments of them were mixed in with the blood he coughed up. His face turned deathly pale.

Regret was the only thought in Mo Li's mind. *What the hell is wrong with me? Why