Chapter 349: Slaying the Tiger Demon

「Pfft! 」

A mass of bloody, foul-smelling blood spurted out, fell to the ground, directly corroding the ground, causing the growing plants to wither instantly.

Hu Hui lowered his head, looking at the sword apparatus piercing his body, then lifted his gaze; only to see, before him at some unknown time, a paper person holding a sword apparatus appear, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Who are you?"

While speaking, Hu Hui didn't wait for Wang Ping'an's response and suddenly swiped with a claw, but saw Wang Ping'an, as if prepared in advance, not only dodged his claw but also redirected the sword apparatus lodged in his body to attack again.

「Pfft! 」

Pierced his body again!

Hu Hui's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with terror.

He was an ordinary tiger who, after a fortunate encounter, embarked on the path of demonic cultivation; he had no status or background, thus no treasures, and despite several hundred years of cultivation, he had only just reached late Foundation Establishment, and though just one step away from Golden Core, that step was like a heavenly chasm that had blocked him for decades.

For all these years, due to his inability to break through his cultivation, he could not leave Shizi Ling to seek cultivation methods, demonic arts, or magic artifacts.

Apart from refining the Mountain God's authority and refining two Tiger Demon puppets, he spent all his time tempering his physique, using demonic qi to hammer his body for years of bitter training, and he believed his physique was in no way inferior to any magic artifact.

No.

Even a top-grade magic artifact would unlikely be able to pierce his tiger hide.

He never would have imagined……

This suddenly appearing paper person, wielding an ordinary sword apparatus, could easily pierce his tiger hide and inflict serious injury upon him.

Besides being shocked by the extraordinariness of the sword apparatus in Wang Ping'an's hand, he was even more shocked that Wang Ping'an's chosen attack angles were extremely tricky, all hitting his weak points.

Hu Hui endured the piercing pain throughout his body, first using a vast surge of demonic qi to repel Wang Ping'an, widening the distance between them, giving Wang Ping'an no chance to prepare, and then lunged straight at him.

Seeking to deliver a fatal blow to Wang Ping'an!

「Pfft! 」、「Pfft! 」、「Pfft! 」

However, what Hu Hui never expected was that, even as he unleashed all his abilities and lunged at Wang Ping'an, he not only failed to injure Wang Ping'an, but was instead preemptively dodged by Wang Ping'an, who seized the opportunity to leave one sword wound after another on his body.

Not long after, Hu Hui's body bore over a dozen, even twenty-plus sword wounds, all located in his vulnerable spots.

If it weren't for his thick hide and years of relentless physique training, not to mention over a dozen or twenty sword wounds, even just a few would have been enough to take his life.

"No, I can't stay here any longer, or I'll surely be worn to death by this monster!"

Hu Hui suppressed the fear in his heart; in this brief life-and-death struggle, each time Wang Ping'an left a severe sword wound on him, making him clearly aware that Wang Ping'an was more formidable than Yu Die.

At least.

The current Wang Ping'an is who knows how many times more formidable than the current Yu Die, who can only exert about half her strength.

Otherwise.

Wang Ping'an could not possibly have left so many sword wounds on his body in such a short time otherwise.

Don't look at him now, still having the strength to fight Wang Ping'an to the death, but he knows that if this continues, Wang Ping'an's sword apparatus, even if it doesn't turn his body into a beehive, will still cause him to bleed to death.

A flash of ferocity flickered in Hu Hui's tiger eyes, and he lunged at Wang Ping'an once again.

「Pfft! 」 as Wang Ping'an, holding his flying sword, appeared once again in an unexpected position, attacking his currently exposed weak point.

On Hu Hui's face, there was not a hint of panic, but rather pure delight.

Like a successful weasel that stole a chicken!

The next moment.

Two hungry ghosts appeared before Wang Ping'an and lunged at him; before he could act, the two hungry ghosts suddenly self-detonated.

「Boom! 」

The powerful blast's shockwave, like successive waves of sharp sword qi, instantly destroyed the sword-wielding Wang Ping'an.

"I don't know where this sword cultivator came from; he's somewhat strange and also somewhat capable, but I still have the upper hand……"

Hu Hui snorted coldly, not yet having enjoyed his pride long, when he felt a familiar intense pain surge through his body; he instinctively turned his head and saw a paper person appear at his side, a long sword piercing his body, the delight on his face instantly replaced by panic, as he said:

"How is this possible? You should have been destroyed by my hungry ghosts' self-detonation; how could you be unharmed?"

「Pfft! 」、「Pfft! 」、「Pfft! 」

Wang Ping'an, however, paid no heed to Hu Hui's panicked cries; instead, taking advantage of Hu Hui's shouting, he left one severe sword wound after another on his body with his sword.

"Monster, you monster, don't get too cocky!"

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Hu Hui's face showed unmistakable terror; in his peripheral vision he saw not far off the spot where the two hungry ghosts had self-detonated, the remnants of the paper persons, and an unattended sword apparatus; a flash of insight crossed his mind, realizing that Wang Ping'an had clearly been destroyed in the hungry ghosts' self-detonation.

How could he appear again beside him, inflicting another severe sword wound?

Hu Hui unleashed a burst of violent demonic qi; having just repelled Wang Ping'an, instead of lunging at him again as before, he turned and fled into an uninhabited patch of grass.

However, before leaving, he deliberately passed by Yu Die, who lay on the ground wrapped in a pair of butterfly wings, her life or death unknown, unsure whether she was healing or knocked unconscious, preparing to take her with him as he departed.

It wasn't out of kindness; he feared that after his escape, Wang Ping'an would vent his anger on Yu Die, and he only wanted to make her compensate for his losses.

Yu Die.

At a glance, you could tell she came from a wealthy, noble family.

Once kidnapped and ransomed, it would be enough to repay his losses many times over.

"Want to run?"

Wang Ping'an watched Hu Hui turn and flee, smirked inwardly, threw his long sword, and under the impetus of the Sword Control Technique, it flew like a swimming dragon, baring fangs and claws, lunging at Hu Hui.

Hu Hui shuddered all over; his body sensed the approaching danger of death, and in his peripheral vision he glimpsed a swimming dragon lunging at him from behind; upon closer look, it was not a swimming dragon but a flying sword, and a jolt of fear struck him, so he didn't even bother to grab the fallen Yu Die on the ground.

He hurriedly circulated his demonic qi, forming a barrier of demonic qi behind him to block the flying sword that had transformed into a swimming dragon.

「Crack! 」

A crisp sound rang out, yet the demonic qi barrier behind Hu Hui, formed from his condensed demonic qi, offered no resistance before Wang Ping'an's swimming-dragon flying sword; it couldn't hold for even a second, instantly shattering, and before Hu Hui could react, his skull was pierced through by the flying sword.

"Ding! You have slain a wicked tiger demon, congratulations on earning the reward: Merit +13021!"

(End of chapter)