Chapter 34. Blade Horn of the Greasy Horned Weasel

The Greasy Horned Weasel now stared at Amon as it approached slowly. Although he could sense that Amon's aura was weaker than it, its cautious nature did not allow it to charge forward blindly.

Amon stared back at the beast. Although he knew the spirit beast in front of him was stronger, there was no fear in his eyes. He took out two of the throwing knives strapped on his back. The one in his left hand was the normal one, while the one in his right was the one that had been imbued with the Black Slaughter Poison.

He threw the normal one at the Greasy Horned Weasel, the knife created a ray of light that made it travel faster than normal. And yet, it didn't hit its mark. After seeing Amon make the throw, the weasel scurried with an impossible speed to the side. It instantly disappeared behind the row of stalagmites.

'So fast!' Amon exclaimed. He would not be able to hit it accurately with that kind of speed.