The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 14 One mountain cannot tolerate two tigers

"Form a circle, form a circle... Don't you even know how to form a circle?"

"Is that a firewood stick in your fucking hand? Pull it out and look straight ahead!"

The black-clad warrior with a leopard head and round eyes held his sword, ran back and forth, roaring loudly, and drove the new recruits, who were frightened to the point of their legs going limp by the tiger's roar, into the circle with beatings and scoldings.

Wang Wen clutched his spear, his mouth dry as he stood in the middle of the circle, constantly looking around, observing those elite black-clad warriors...

It was so noisy around him that he couldn't even hear what Xu Ergou beside him was saying. All he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat, which was as rapid and deep as the beat of a cowhide drum.

It's not his fault for being timid. The tiger roar just now was too ferocious... too damn scary. Even a normal human being couldn't suppress the fear from their instinctive physiology.

Compared with the tiger's roar, the "Tiger Roar Thunder Sound" he comprehended from the Black Tiger Fist was as soft and cute as the "meow" of a kitten.

Soon, a strong wind accompanied by a violent "rustling" sound of branches shaking came from the barren mountain. The movement was so loud that it seemed as if countless boulders were pouring down in the darkness.

"Coming!"

The black-clad warrior with the leopard head and round eyes yelled at the top of his lungs, "Everyone is alert!"

Wang Wen turned his head and saw that the elite black-clad warriors on his left and right had retreated to the sides and rear of the circle at some point, pushing them to the front.

He couldn't contain his panic and yelled, "Fuck you!"

"Roar!"

The ferocious tiger roar rang out again, so close that it felt like a pestle was roaring right next to your ear.

The next second, a black tiger as big as a buffalo, wrapped in billowing black air, pounced out from the dark night, casting a large shadow like a dark cloud under the flickering firelight.

"what……"

Blood splattered, and the loose circle formation fell like a large field of wheat under a farmer's sickle, with broken limbs and corpses flying all over the sky.

The new recruits, who had made sufficient mental preparation, swung their swords, spears, swords and halberds with all their might and stabbed at Hei Hu, but all they heard was a dull sound like a blunt knife hitting a thick wooden shield, and not even a trace of blood could be seen.

"You beast, take this blow from your grandfather!"

An eight-foot-tall, heavily armored man who looked like an iron tower leaped up with a roar, brandishing two golden hammers with heads as big as pumpkins and swinging them towards the black tiger with all his might. At that moment, his majestic figure swaying in the firelight was just like the god of war Xingtian in the myth who wielded a Gan Qi and fought to the death!

The black tiger stood up, and with its tiger claws as big as a pot lid, it slapped the strong man in the face.

"Snapped."

The strong man flew more than ten meters away at an even faster speed and disappeared into the thick night.

"Whoosh."

At the right moment, a feather arrow accurately hit the chest of the standing black tiger, but bounced back directly.

The black tiger landed on the ground, roared ferociously, and leaped into the crowd of people shot by arrows, once again raising a cloud of broken limbs and corpses.

"...Hurry up and follow the order!"

Amidst panicked shouts, a yellow talisman flew towards the black tiger. In an instant, a flash of lightning as thick as a thumb fell from the sky and hit the black tiger with a "snap". Most of the black energy floating around its body was dispersed, and every hair on its body stood up.

The black tiger felt pain and roared furiously, turning its head to look in the direction where the yellow talisman flew from. Its dark golden eyes, shrunk to the size of soybeans, emitted a creepy green light.

Without seeing it make any movement, five or six ghosts with distorted faces flew out from the black air swirling around it, wailing silently and floating towards the crowd.

"Ghost!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The newbies who still mustered up the courage to fight the black tiger were now completely unable to hold back and fled in all directions, wishing their parents had not given them two more legs.

Seeing this, the black-clothed warrior with a leopard head and round eyes who was wandering around the periphery of the circle roared angrily at the black-clothed warrior with small eyes: "Is this the big stuff you were talking about?" A tiger demon that has become a spirit and a mountain lion that has raised minions are two completely different things!
"Is it not good?"

The black-clad warrior with small eyes gripped his sword tightly and chuckled, "No need to waste our breath. They'll go away on their own when we get back!"

The black-clad warrior with a leopard head and round eyes looked at him deeply and said in a deep voice, "You'd better know what you are doing!"

After saying that, he suddenly drew out his sword, turned around and strode against the scattered flow of people towards the black tiger that was showing off its power in the crowd.

"I, Nima..."

Suddenly, a hysterical roar drowned out the panicked footsteps of everyone in the audience. The leopard-headed, round-eyed warrior in black looked up and saw a burly man with a face as red as a date. He picked up a black tiger that was pouncing in mid-air with a spear, swung it over his head, and smashed it heavily to the ground.

This astonishing shot was so powerful that even the elite black-clad warriors who were surrounding the scattered crowd were a little stunned.

Even the black tiger, who was thrown to the ground and fell headfirst, had his eyes wide open...

"What's going on?"

Wang Wen was not stunned. His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils shrank to the size of soybeans, and his expression was more ferocious than that of a black tiger!
He swung his huge spear and smashed it madly on Hei Hu's head: "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

After the first shot, another one was fired. The tip of the gun smashed into Hei Hu's head with a sharp sound. "Ah? Let me ask you, why are you yelling so loudly?"

A thousand pounds of force was concentrated on the few inches of the gun tip. Even though the density of the black tiger's skull was almost higher than that of steel, the two shots made its head buzz. The angry tiger roar lingered in its throat and it couldn't spit it out... Even its eyes became clear.

Although Wang Wen is reckless, he is not really that reckless.

As soon as the circular formation collapsed, he wanted to escape.

But he is not alone, he also has to take care of his brothers.

Because of this concern, his speed was naturally not as fast as those colleagues who didn't care about anything else, and then he was found by the Black Tiger who was rushing around and killing people.

When the black tiger pounced on him with a knife-like gust of wind, his heart, which was about to jump out of his throat, finally exploded!

The most panicked thing is not panicking at all!
Fear reaches its extreme, and that is fearlessness!

We are all tigers, why are you so fierce?
Come on, let’s play for our lives!

"Woooooooo..."

The spear swung out the afterimage of a bent bow, and one bullet after another hit the black tiger's head continuously, making its big head "bang bang" like a ripe watermelon.

The black tiger struggled to get up several times, but was knocked unconscious by the spears that followed one after another and fell back. The tiger skin, which could not even be cut through by a knife, was smashed into a bloody mess by the heavy iron spear head.

Even the ghosts that were chasing the newcomers were frightened by this brutal scene and wandered around, and no one dared to move forward.

The elite black-clad warriors who had gathered around were terrified at this unprecedented and brutal scene, and hesitated to speak, fearing that they would disturb the crazy man and be whipped around like black tigers...

In the end, the leopard-headed, round-eyed black warrior couldn't stand it anymore and whispered in a pinched voice, "Bastard, guns are for stabbing, not smashing!"

Wang Wen, who had gradually recovered from his rage but was still in a dilemma due to his own actions, was like a drowning man finding a life-saving straw. Without thinking, he put away his gun and stabbed out with all his might.

"Death to the Lord!!!"

puff!

The sharp tip of the spear pierced through Hei Hu's left eye, protruded from the back of his head, and burst out into a pile of tofu dregs.

"Pfft."

Wang Wen's knees went weak and he fell heavily to the ground. Stars appeared in front of his eyes, his lungs felt like they were on fire, and his shoulders and chest hurt as if they were being pricked by needles.

He breathed heavily, staring blankly at the scattered ghosts in the air, muttering to himself, "What a loss, what a huge loss, what a huge loss..."

(End of this chapter)