Chapter 67: Hunting the Spirit Beast

Roar!

As Feng Zi and Qing Lin just stepped into the tiger spirit's territory, they heard a tiger's roar that resounded through the mountains.

"Tsk, this beast's sensory ability is a bit too monstrous..." This caused Feng Zi to involuntarily click his tongue.

He turned his head to look at Qing Lin and said decisively, "Let's stick to the original plan: a quick battle to settle it, straight to the target."

Having said that, Feng Zi's legs exerted force abruptly, and he headed straight in the direction from which the tiger's roar had come.

"Alright!" Qing Lin also reacted immediately, following in Feng Zi's footsteps while keeping her hand on the hunting knife at her waist.

Without spending much time, the two arrived before that huge black tiger spirit.

Before the surrounding vicious tigers could surround them, Feng Zi gave a sharp shout: "Do it!"

Before the words had even faded, one could hear three "whoosh" sounds of air being pierced.

In the blink of an eye, three arrows shot toward the black tiger spirit's two front paws.

Qing Lin, who stood shoulder to shoulder with Feng Zi, also transformed into a gust of green wind, closing in before one of the vicious tigers.

However, the three arrows Feng Zi had shot did not achieve the effect he had hoped for—

One could see a luster like metal rising on the tiger spirit's paws; the next moment, the sharp arrowheads struck the tiger's claws, actually producing a series of sparks!

"Truly troublesome!" Seeing this, Feng Zi understood immediately that ordinary bows and arrows could not exert any effect at all.

He did not hesitate in the slightest, decisively slinging his precious bow onto his back, fully utilizing the "Ten Thousand Li Travel" movement technique to press his body close to the tiger spirit.

With danger approaching, the tiger spirit decisively extended its front paw and swung a claw toward Feng Zi's shoulder.

The moment it saw this human, the tiger spirit had already sensed the surging Qi and Blood within his body that far surpassed its own.

As for that green "person," it made the tiger feel an immense terror that was difficult to resist!

As a creature possessing intelligence, not a single thought of wanting to contend with Feng Zi and Qing Lin could arise in the tiger spirit's mind:

It only wanted to escape, to flee far away, and then spend several decades, or even a hundred years, accumulating strength to take itself a step further.

But the speed Feng Zi displayed made the tiger spirit understand that it could not escape at all.

It might only have one path of survival, and that was to kill the human in front of it head-on, and then, taking advantage of the moment that green existence was entangled by the pack of tigers, slip away.

Facing the sharp tiger claw swinging toward him with its metallic luster, Feng Zi did not retreat in the slightest.

He immediately swung his fist, blocking this claw head-on, though it also shook his right fist until it was slightly numb.

Looking at the black giant tiger that had opened its blood-stained maw, Feng Zi made a prompt decision, grabbed the tiger claw he had blocked, and flipped himself onto the tiger's back!

Using hardness to overcome hardness, using softness to control hardness; what appeared to be a flurry of "turtle punches" without any technique actually contained Feng Zi's insights into the "Hundred Flowers Misleading Fist."

Before the tiger spirit could react, Feng Zi mobilized all the Qi and Blood Power he could use and smashed a fist onto the tiger spirit's head.

The next moment, he felt a great rebounding force—along with his entire arm, Feng Zi felt his whole upper body being shaken until it was numb!

And that black tiger spirit he was riding beneath him, while also appearing "stunned by the blow," did not seem to have suffered much damage.

Seeing this scene, Feng Zi felt that he had actually been foolish, and inwardly cursed himself as an "idiot":

"How could I have forgotten this simple principle... 'Copper head, iron bones, tofu waist'; this saying can not only be used to describe wolves, but even more so to describe tigers!"

Since he had thought of this point, taking advantage of the moment the tiger spirit was stunned by the blow, Feng Zi immediately endured the numbness in his upper body, his waist and abdomen exerted force abruptly, and he clamped his legs tight—

Just as he had expected, the next moment, Feng Zi heard the sound of bones cracking coming from beneath him!

Roar!

Having suffered such a heavy blow, the black tiger spirit could not help but let out a shrill roar.

The opponent wanted to shake Feng Zi off its body, but at this very moment, the bones in the tiger spirit's waist had already broken, so how could it exert any force?

Coupled with Feng Zi fixing himself firmly onto the tiger spirit's back, how could the opponent shake him off?

Watching the tiger spirit have a body full of Qi and Blood Power but its struggling force growing smaller and smaller, Feng Zi gritted his teeth and said: "Stop struggling, I will grant you a release!"

He subconsciously reached his hand toward his waist, but grabbed empty air—

Only then did Feng Zi realize belatedly that he had long since handed his hunting knife to Qing Lin.

But there are always more solutions than difficulties; Feng Zi had a flash of inspiration, reached out and pulled an arrow from the quiver at his waist, and stabbed it fiercely toward the tiger spirit's throat!

Perhaps due to its final struggle before death, that black tiger spirit actually had a "flash of brilliance" performance, displaying the most powerful struggle it could.

But no matter how the tiger spirit struggled or thrashed, or even slammed its own back against tree trunks, Feng Zi gritted his teeth and endured the pain, locking his entire body onto the tiger spirit's back.

Even his hand holding the arrow was constantly exerting force, slowly slicing open the black giant tiger's throat.

Finally, whether it was because of excessive blood loss or because the opponent had exhausted all its strength, that huge tiger spirit finally slammed heavily onto the ground.

Covered in blood, Feng Zi finally let out a sigh of relief, rolled off the tiger spirit's back, and lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

This bout of fighting just now seemed short, but in order to kill the tiger spirit in one blow, it had actually consumed a massive amount of Feng Zi's Qi and Blood Power and mental energy.

But for some reason, he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important?

But before Feng Zi could think about it carefully, he saw Qing Lin's worried face appear before his eyes:

"Feng... Cun Xin, are you alright? You seem to be injured?"

Right, he finally remembered—Qing Lin!

Feng Zi looked at the worried-looking Qing Lin before him, suddenly realized the point he had overlooked, and struggled to sit up:

That's right, during his battle with the tiger spirit, not a single vicious tiger had joined the two's fight!

Feng Zi subconsciously looked around, only to discover that the surroundings were already littered with the corpses of tigers.

Making a rough estimate, the number was around fifteen.

Seeing Feng Zi look around, Qing Lin said worriedly: "Cun Xin, you are injured!"

Hearing this concern, Feng Zi subconsciously looked at the woman beside him and replied: "I'm fine, it's just a small injury, it will heal in a while."

Compared to his own disheveled state, Qing Lin looked completely unscathed, and there wasn't even a speck of dust on her clothes.

But this did not mean that Qing Lin's previous situation had been better than Feng Zi's; on the contrary, under the combined attack of more than a dozen vicious tigers, her situation might have been even more perilous!

"It's fine, help me up; we don't have much time, the most urgent matter is to process the Qi and Blood Origin within the tiger spirit."

Feng Zi smiled as he gazed at Qinglin's face, extended his right hand, and answered earnestly once more.

"Really? You aren't allowed to lie to me." Upon hearing this, Qinglin pulled Feng Zi up, half-believing and half-doubting.

Feng Zi smiled helplessly, but considering he was covered in blood and filth, he did not pat the other's head with his hand:

"You silly girl... I taught you all your common sense, how could I not know my own situation?"

Forcibly suppressing his body's craving for "a certain something" inside the tiger spirit, Feng Zi teased Qinglin with a calm expression before walking toward the tiger spirit's corpse.