Chapter 26: Tiger Mark

"Whoosh!" The Flying Tiger Demon's left wing slammed fiercely into a solid iron ball, and at the cost of fracturing that wing, it knocked the solid iron ball away.

Just as the Flying Tiger Demon prepared to do the same, using its right wing to knock away the last remaining solid iron ball, it suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded, its limbs went numb, and its stomach churned violently; it began to vomit and have diarrhea in mid-air, looking extremely disheveled.

"Is this poison? Humans are truly despicable and shameless; it was one thing to bombard me with cannons, but to actually use poison as well."

The Flying Tiger Demon was terrified, trying its best to control its wing to knock away the solid iron ball, but its already numb body simply would not obey its commands, and at the critical moment, it was half a beat too slow, failing to hit the solid iron ball.

"Awoo!" The Flying Tiger Demon roared in anxious rage, but it was too late to use its tiger claws to strike the solid iron ball, and it could only watch helplessly as the solid iron ball smashed into its stomach.

"Thud!" The Flying Tiger Demon was a Third Grade Middle Rank Demon Beast, and its stomach was covered in scales and armor; ordinary human swords and blades could hardly break its defense, but facing the solid iron ball fired by the Elm Cannon, the scales on its stomach were not enough, and they were smashed directly to pieces.

The new type of gunpowder exploded, forming a powerful propulsive force that gave the solid iron ball immense kinetic energy, which directly pierced through the Flying Tiger Demon's stomach, smashing its intestines, stomach, and spleen along the way, before bursting out from its back.

The solid iron ball left a watermelon-sized hole in the Flying Tiger Demon's body, and a large amount of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed out; the scene was incredibly spectacular, as if a rain of blood were falling from the sky.

With its internal organs smashed and excruciating pain striking, the Flying Tiger Demon let out a series of miserable wails and plummeted from mid-air, smashing a large crater into the ground.

Blood flowed rapidly from the Flying Tiger Demon's entire body, quickly filling the crater and turning it into a pool of blood; it lay in the pool of blood, motionless, as if it were already dead.

"Haha, Yifan, we won." Meng Dayong was incredibly excited; he knew the terror of a Third Grade Demon Beast, and if the Big Dog Bear hadn't been about to smash open their door, leaving both father and son facing the fate of being eaten, Meng Dayong really would not have wanted to go to war with the Flying Tiger Demon.

When the Flying Tiger Demon led the army of Wild Beasts to besiege Qinghe Village, Meng Dayong hadn't said anything, but in his heart, he had already despaired, feeling that everyone in the village was doomed to die.

He hadn't expected that under Meng Yifan's arrangements, they would actually wipe out the entire army of Wild Beasts, and even the Third Grade Middle Rank Flying Tiger Demon had been bombarded into a pool of blood, which made Meng Dayong feel it was all very unreal.

"Yifan, to actually hold a cannon and bombard the Tiger Demon, and even hit it—it's truly unbelievable." Thinking of the scene just now, Meng Dayong felt his heart racing.

Such a crazy thing, he had never done in all his years of living; he hadn't expected that his son, only ten years old, would accomplish such an awesome feat—it was truly remarkable, worthy of being his own flesh and blood.

At this very moment, the look in Meng Dayong's eyes as he watched Meng Yifan was filled with pride; his son was more capable than his father, so of course, the father felt very proud.

Meng Yifan felt a bit embarrassed by the gaze and said, "Dad, stop staring at me; the Flying Tiger Demon isn't dead yet."

"Eh! How do you know the Flying Tiger Demon isn't dead?" Meng Dayong was somewhat puzzled; the Flying Tiger Demon in the distance had a huge wound smashed into its stomach, and even its internal organs had been crushed, so how could it still be alive?

Meng Yifan knew the Flying Tiger Demon definitely wasn't dead yet because, up until now, he still hadn't received the notification sound from the Game Panel, nor had he received the Experience Value for killing the Flying Tiger Demon.

"Dad, look, although the Flying Tiger Demon looks like it's dead, there is still a faint red light emerging from its mouth; that is it gathering Demon Power, preparing to unleash one more Fireball. If we two were to approach rashly, we would likely both be burned to ashes."

"Eh! It really is; Yifan, I didn't expect you to observe so carefully." Meng Dayong was amazed; the Flying Tiger Demon was hanging its head, and the red light emerging from its mouth was very faint, plus the surroundings were covered in blood, so without careful observation, it would be impossible to discover that tiny bit of faint red light.

Meng Yifan smiled slightly; he had known from the Game Panel that the Flying Tiger Demon wasn't dead yet, and only after knowing the result did he go looking for evidence, which was when he discovered the Flying Tiger Demon was still gathering Demon Power, wanting to make a desperate final struggle.

"Dad, let's not get close; let's just load the ammunition from a distance, and once it's loaded, we'll bombard it a few more times with the Elm Cannon from afar, blast it to smithereens, and then we'll approach," Meng Yifan said loudly.

The Flying Tiger Demon could understand human speech, and upon hearing this, it secretly lamented in its heart; its internal organs were now churned into a mess, and even if it mobilized its Demon Power, it could not repair its injuries.

At this moment, it could only use its Demon Power to barely plug the wound and linger on for a little while longer; it knew it was finished, and it didn't dare move its body at all, for if it moved too much, the wound would completely collapse, and its other internal organs would shatter along with it.

"I never expected that I, this Great King, would actually die in this tiny mountain village; I am truly so unwilling."

The Flying Tiger Demon did not want to die; it was a Third Grade Middle Rank Demon Beast, and it had gone through over fifty years of bitter cultivation, swallowing a large amount of Heaven and Earth treasures, to achieve this level of cultivation.

The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom was currently invading the eastern part of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty, and every one of their Third Grade demons could occupy several villages as territory; the humans in the villages were their blood-food, and as long as it swallowed a large amount of blood-food, the Flying Tiger Demon could continue to advance toward higher levels—everything had been moving in a good direction.

But an accident happened; how could this ordinary little mountain village have so many cannons? Wasn't it said that only human cities had cannons? How could this little village also have cannons? The Flying Tiger Demon truly could not figure it out.

"Even if I die, I must drag a few along as cushions." The Flying Tiger Demon gathered its remaining Demon Power into its mouth, longing for Meng Yifan and the others to come over so it could use a Fireball to burn them to ashes.

But the Flying Tiger Demon also hadn't expected that Meng Yifan would be so cautious, not daring to approach and wanting to bombard it from afar; in its current physical state, it only needed to take one more hit to die completely. It was a Third Grade Middle Rank Demon Beast, and to be bombarded to death like this, it felt very unwilling.

"That's a good idea," Meng Dayong said, and the father and son began to load the Elm Cannon with nimble hands and feet.

The Flying Tiger Demon heard the sound of the ammunition being loaded, and its heart grew increasingly anxious; lying here waiting for death was not its style, and even if it were to die, it had to finish off these two humans.

The Flying Tiger Demon struggled to lift its head and glared viciously at Meng Yifan and Meng Dayong; the two sides were a full two hundred meters apart. If it were in its prime, it could have controlled the Fireball to fly over and blast these two bastards to death, but now it was severely injured and only had enough strength for one final strike; once it spat out the Fireball, it would no longer be able to control the Fireball's direction.

"These two humans, one is a First Grade High-Level Martial Artist and the other is a Second Grade Lower-tier Martial Artist; their speeds are both very fast, and if the Fireball flies two hundred meters without being able to turn, it definitely won't hit them."

Thinking of this, the Flying Tiger Demon 'Hu Dali' felt some sorrow; it hadn't expected that before it died, it wouldn't even be able to drag anyone down with it—it was unwilling.

"Since I can't hit you, I won't use this final bit of Demon Power to fire a Fireball; since I, this Great King, cannot kill you, I will let the elders of my clan avenge me."

The Flying Tiger Demon mobilized all the Demon Power within its body, fusing it with its soul power to form a blood-red tiger phantom.

That tiger phantom was only the size of a walnut, yet it was vivid and lifelike, just like a miniature Flying Tiger Demon.

"Tiger Mark!" The Flying Tiger Demon roared, and that tiger phantom flashed fiercely, as if teleporting, crossing space to drill into Meng Yifan's body.

Meng Yifan was shocked and hurriedly checked his body, discovering that a tiger tattoo had suddenly appeared on his chest, which was exactly the image of that Flying Tiger Demon.

Meng Yifan's expression was very ugly; although he didn't know what use this tiger tattoo had, he could tell with his heels that it definitely wasn't anything good.

He tried to rub the tiger tattoo hard, only to find that this tattoo had already grown into his flesh and could not be wiped off at all.

Meng Yifan gritted his teeth and used his Dagger to slash fiercely at his chest, wanting to dig out the piece of skin and flesh bearing the tattoo, but to his surprise, even after digging out the skin and flesh, the tiger tattoo was like a maggot on a tarsal bone, still vividly imprinted on his body.

Having used its final Demon Power to issue this mark, the Flying Tiger Demon was already on its last breath; it looked weakly and powerlessly at Meng Yifan digging at his own flesh and blood, and smiled with some contempt.

This secret technique was an inherited secret technique of the Flying Tiger Demon clan; it consumed the origin of the soul to leave a special mark on the enemy, and a Flying Tiger Demon could only perform it once in a lifetime—how could it be so easily destroyed by someone?

The Tiger Mark had no direct attack power, but it could mark the location of the person carrying the mark.

Other powerhouses of the Flying Tiger Demon clan could sense this special mark as long as they were within thirty kilometers.

Anyone targeted by this mark would become a target for the Flying Tiger Demon clan to hunt down.

In the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, tigers were among the top-tier races, and the Flying Tiger Demon clan was a very powerful branch of the tiger race, with many experts.

This time, when the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom invaded the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty, there was a Fifth Grade Flying Tiger Demon, three Fourth Grade Flying Tiger Demons, and five Third Grade Tiger Demons within the territory of Dongchuan Prefecture.

Even within the territory of Luolong County, there was another Third Grade Flying Tiger Demon; as soon as they sensed this mark, they would definitely avenge Hu Dali.