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Chapter 15 - Chapter 15 - Minotazer

I faced the incoming hoard of thunbulls. The earth trembled at their wake. Their charge where a lot cooler than my [ORE-PIG STAMPEDE]. I could see the electricity coming of their fur. And because they were rubbing and bumping on each other, the voltage would increase by a large margin. Sometimes it would even reach a staggering 100,000 volts. That's like a herd of Buphalants using Bolt Tackle and Jumam-volt at the same time. At least one wouldn't die in Pokébeast.

As the incoming stampede was about crush me into paste, I used [ORE-PIG STAMPEDE] to clear a way for me. I followed after the lead pig and arrived at the middle of the bull herd.

"GEOSHOCK!" I shouted out the name of my newly acquired skill. I felt all the energy drained from my veins.

Stone spears shot out of the ground in a wave. Spear after spear pierced their soft bellies. Thunbulls might have thick hides but they have a glaring weakness all four-legged animals share. As I had only 100 MP before using GEOSHOCK, the AOE was only 20 meters in radius.

I pulled out my iron rank daggers and began taking out the stragglers. As for the uninjured bulls, I first stunned them with the whip before finishing them off by slitting their throats as their knees weakened from orgasming.

"MMMRRROOOAARRR!!!"

A loud bellowing took my attention before I was able to start gathering loot. On the horizon, a silhouette was making its way towards me at a speed faster than a rampaging bull.

The silhouette became clear as it neared me and I was able to discern what it was. It had a humanoid body covered in furs. It was the Minotazer, the Boss of Thunbull Grazing. It had a head of a bull, rockhard eight pack abs, gold nipple rings and thick muscular bull thighs. Gold hoops hung on its nose, ears and horns. This guy might be mighty rich since it had a row of gold rings along its horns. If the number of ring were as many as his wives, then must have a herd as his personal harem.

Judging from his red eyes, he wasn't here to invite me over for tea. I readied my whip to recieved his welcome.

About a few meters away from me, the Boss began using Lightning Charge. Caught offguard by the increase in speed, I frantically cracked my whip all over the place. The Boss was unfazed as it madly rushed towards me. It took the rain of whiplash brazenly and wildly crashed into my person. I was sent flying a few meters back. I spat out a mouthful of blood. My organs were badly injured. Struggling to stand up, I turned to face the minotaur. I trembled as I stared at the monstrosity. It might be because the whip was useless or that the Boss had an enormous boner.

It must have been the size of my arm. Even a horses fifth leg paled in comparison that dude-cannon. Now, I was really sure he had a herd for a harem.

Since the whip couldn't stun the guy, I pulled out my daggers. I was on a very dangerous situation. Without any MP, those almighty cards I have were no better than colorful papers.

I spat out another mouthful of blood and took a stance. Next gate on the list, RED GORGE. I really need to start practicing close combat.

The Boss rush towards me again. I lowered my stance and aimed at its dangling weakness. I took the charge head on and was sent flying again. But I was able to do significant damage. The bull's third leg landed not far away from me. The minotaur flailed its arms in rage when it lost its minotaur junior. I curled up my lips and took out the whip again.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

With every crack of my whip, more and more blood drained from the wound. This was the power of science. With every pleasure a man feels, blood travels to his member, making it rock hard. And since the bull has no baby maker no more, the blood had no choice but to leak out like a faucet.

The fight didn't last long. The Boss fell to the ground and his strength left him. Its breath ragged, its face pale. I took out my daggers and aimed it at his throat. His eyes were filled grief as I drew him out of his misery.