Chapter 119: Wu Song Fights the Tiger on Jingyang Ridge
The evil tiger panicked and stopped instantly, his fierce eyes full of confusion.

I don't know why the bipedal creature in front of me looks no different from what I eat every day, so why does it scare me, Fat Tiger? !

Although Fat Tiger's brain is all muscles, it is more sensitive than humans. Faced with unknown danger, it will retreat instinctively.

Seeing such a big golden tabby blanket, Wu Song would not let it escape. He chased after it in a few steps with his fist as big as a casserole.

The evil tiger retreated with the attitude of not interfering with others, and you actually came to chase it?
He was even more shocked. With a tiger roar, a bloody gust of wind blew up and rolled towards Wu Song.

This strong wind was not like an ordinary wind, but it carried a "qi" with it, a bloody and violent qi.

"what!"

"A giant insect that has comprehended Qi? This must be a tiger demon!"

"This kind of monster is rare in the world!"

Wu Song raised his thick eyebrows and saw a bloody wind stirring around the body of the vicious tiger. It was almost dusk and they were in a dense forest. When he looked at it with sleepy eyes, it was as if he was looking through a layer of frosted glass, and the frosted glass was of very poor quality. He could not see the figure of the tiger opposite clearly.

"What a tiger demon..."

"Your grandfather Wu Song is reluctant to beat you to death..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed into the bloody wind wildly with the power of a dump truck.

Fat Tiger saw the horrible two-legged beast charging towards him. He instinctively turned his head and immediately raised his tiger claws as big as a cushion to protect himself.

Then, under Fat Tiger's horrified gaze, a tall figure rushed towards him. He felt an irresistible force suddenly came from the claws that could tear a bear apart, followed by a "bang" sound.

A body weighing over a thousand pounds flew up into the air like a cloud.

The tiger's paw that was hit was completely numb.

Fat Tiger was a big cat after all, and after being knocked flying, he did not fall heavily to the ground. Instead, he twisted his waist flexibly in the air and landed steadily on the ground with all four limbs.

As soon as the tiger's claw touched the ground, it felt a sharp pain, causing it to immediately lift up its left limb.

Moreover, Fat Tiger, who was dizzy and confused, didn't even come to his senses before he suddenly felt a huge threat coming again!

Fortunately, it reacted quickly and ran into the jungle on all fours.

When Wu Song saw that it was trying to escape, he immediately burst out with his strength reaching the peak of his refining essence. He took a deep breath and the bones and joints all over his body made a series of "cracking" sounds. An aura like that of a primitive beast burst out and fiercely enveloped an area of ​​more than ten feet in radius.

"Hooho..."

Fat Tiger couldn't understand why that ordinary two-legged beast suddenly became so terrifying!
The next second, an extremely strong foot stepped on its back, causing it to stagger. Then a terrifying force clamped its neck, forcing it to stop. Then a fist harder than steel hit it on the head like a mountain.

"Roar!"

If I, Fat Tiger, don't show my power, you will think I am a sick cat.

Wild beasts will not fight to the death easily, because being injured means they cannot hunt, and if they cannot hunt they will starve, and if they are hungry they will become weak and eventually die.

The reason why Fat Tiger retreated without fighting just now simply means that he doesn’t want to get hurt!
The tiger roared like a thunderbolt in dry land, rolling past Wu Song's ears.

In an instant, with Fat Tiger as the center, all the dead branches and leaves, along with dust and dirt, flew outwards as if exploding.

The tiger's roar went straight up to the sky, carrying with it endless resentment and unwillingness.

At the same time, his body lifted violently, almost knocking the biped on his back off.

Wu Song grabbed the fur on the back of the tiger's neck and laughed, "Big tiger, stop being so arrogant. Let's see if you can withstand the fists of your grandfather Wu Song."

A punch rubbed the air and slammed into the huge golden tabby cat's head.

Like a mountain falling.

"Dang..." Like the vibration of a bronze bell, the tiger bone was extremely solid.

"Ow!!!"

The tiger felt pain and even the tone of its cry changed a little.

At this moment, the bloody wind finally dissipated, and under the golden sunset shining through the treetops, Wu Song was seen holding down a huge tiger and beating it hard with his fist.

This beast was very large, with its body and tail at least four meters long.

Its fur is golden, black and white stripes and is extremely shiny, even glowing in the sunset.

What makes it different from other big beasts is that its huge mouth, which can swallow a person in one bite, also has two fangs like those of a saber-toothed tiger.

You can tell at first glance that this thing is a powerful tool for bleeding.

Of course, if it stabbed someone, the effect would probably be similar to being stabbed by a spear!
"boom!"

After a punch to the head, Wu Song shouted: "I told you to eat people... I told you to eat people... I told you to eat people..."

"Bang, bang, bang" three punches!
"Ow..."

"Woooo..."

"Meow meow meow……"

Wu Song lifted its head and saw that its huge eyes were filled with extreme fear, and the expression on its face was like that of a kitten that had been bullied.

"Humph!"

Wu Song was just about to take action to crack it when he saw the tiger lying on its back with its belly exposed, its eyes filled with pleading.

"It's a male tiger. I can make some tiger penis wine for my brother to drink."

"Meow meow meow……"

Fat Tiger not only exposed his belly, but also stuck out his tongue, but his lower limbs held the two bells tightly.

This posture is the fighting rule within the tiger population. In their subconscious, during a fight, as long as you lie on the ground with your belly exposed and your paws pointing downwards, they assume that you are no longer a threat.

This is the experience that tigers have gained after hundreds of battles, and it is very likely that it is the genes passed down from their previous generation: I have already admitted defeat, so you can't continue to hit me!

“Meow meow meow… meow meow meow…”

Wu Song hesitated for a moment and thought to himself, "If I kill it directly, I will only get a blanket and a tiger whip. It's a pity for this monster tiger."

"There are very few monsters in the world that can cultivate and produce Qi!"

"Why not surrender and offer it to my brother?!"

"Well, I'll give it to my brother as a pet. Others may raise a raccoon, but my brother can raise a big insect. This is more luxurious... Do you understand me?"

"Meow meow meow……"

"Humph... follow me obediently, don't run away, and don't disobey... If you don't obey, I will cut off your two bells first."

Wu Song kept an eye on the tiger. He returned to the bluestone to get his sword, and when he turned around he saw the tiger standing not far behind him with a dejected and frustrated look on his face, just like a dog.

"Let's go!"

Wu Song pointed in the direction of the hill, turned over and sat on its back.

Fat Tiger hesitated for a few seconds, but finally walked down the mountain dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)