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"put!"

Officer Chen roared with all his might.

Several spears were thrust into the pit simultaneously, piercing the tiger's body.

Two armor-piercing crossbows fired simultaneously, their iron arrowheads whistling as they pierced the tiger's back, spraying two plumes of blood.

The tiger thrashed about at the bottom of the pit, its claws digging into the mud as it slowly climbed upwards.

Guan Tieyi turned around, drew his sword, jumped onto the edge of the pit, and slashed the tiger's head with his sword.

"clang!"

The metal clashed, sparks flew. Tiger Head was unharmed, but the blade had a chipped edge.

Guan Tieyi's face darkened: "Such a physique."

Before he finished speaking, three ghouls rushed out of the cave, crawling on all fours like wild beasts.

Fang Zheng waved his left hand, and the ink soldier leaped out of the shadows, silently pouncing on the first cougar.

Liu Qingyu flashed out of her palm, transforming into a red thread that wrapped around the second one.

Fang Zheng stared at the third one, and the Soul-Binding Chain flew out from his waist, wrapping around the neck of the ghost.

Chains are naturally effective against ghosts, and the ghost let out a wail, trembling all over.

Fang Zheng reached out with his right hand, pressing the Soul-Burning Fire against the forehead of the ghost. The gray flames scorched the ghost's spirit, and black smoke billowed out.

With his left hand, he swiftly took out a picture of a fierce tiger from his bosom and activated the secret technique of painting tigers.

A phantom tiger head emerged from the paper, opened its mouth wide, and bit down on the dying cougar.

The ghost transformed into a wisp of black smoke and was sucked into the painting.

Before Fang Zheng could even catch his breath, a muffled thud came from the other side of the pit.

The tiger suddenly emerged from the pit.

Clouds follow dragons, wind follows tigers; a black, demonic wind enveloped its massive body as it rose from the pit.

The tiger had several crossbow bolts stuck in its body, and its body was covered in blood, but its ferocity was even more intense.

After landing, it didn't run away, but turned around and pounced on the nearest constable.

The constable raised his knife to parry, but the tiger's claw struck the blade, sending him flying along with the knife. He crashed into a tree, spitting blood, his fate unknown.

"brute!"

Guan Tieyi roared, his official seal glowed with a gray light, and his aura surged as he drew his sword to meet the attack.

The blade clashed with the tiger's claws, sparks flying everywhere.

Guan Tieyi did not retreat an inch, and unleashed seven slashes in one breath, each slash striking the same spot on the tiger's body.

Tiger blood splattered, and the tiger retreated half a step, but only half a step.

The next moment, it lunged forward, enveloped in a whirlwind.

Guan Tieyi didn't have time to dodge and was hit in the chest by the tiger's head. He flew out like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily to the ground. He struggled for a couple of moments but couldn't get up.

"Quickly save Lord Guan!" Officer Chen shouted.

The constables rushed forward, brandishing their swords and spears, and barely managed to hold off the tiger.

But the tiger became extremely ferocious, and with a sweep of its tail, one of the constables' leg bones broke on the spot, and he fell to the ground screaming in agony.

With a swipe of its paw, another constable fell to the ground, lifeless.

Fang Zheng had just sealed the third evil spirit into the painting when he looked back and his heart skipped a beat.

Four of the nine people fell, and the rest were all injured.

Guan Tieyi leaned against a tree, his face ashen, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, barely able to stand.

The giant tiger held down a constable and opened its blood-red maw to bite him.

"Qingyu!"

Fang Zheng roared.

Liu Qingyu rushed out from the side, her red clothes fluttering, her long hair flying backward, and her whole body swelled to the size of a real person.

She pounced on the tiger, her ten fingers like hooks, digging fiercely into its back.

The tiger, in pain, released the constable from its mouth and turned to bite her.

Liu Qingyu neither dodged nor avoided the tiger's bite, letting it bite her arm, while igniting the Soul-Burning Flame with her other hand and continuing to tear at the tiger's body.

She was not made of flesh and blood; her tiger teeth were embedded in her ghostly body, emitting only wisps of red smoke.

At this moment, Fang Zheng had already torn the painting apart.

Fang Zheng's "Taming the Tiger" painting was created by Li Yuanshan after exhausting his official ambitions!

As soon as the painting was unfurled, a powerful surge of Yin energy flowed from the paper, pouring into Fang Zheng's body like living water.

The square muscles bulged, the bones grew, and the tendons expanded.

At the same time, the "Tiger-Taming Heaven-Reaching Fist" also came to mind.

He had only flipped through a few pages, but now he seemed to know them as well as if he had practiced for ten years.

"Come!"

Fang Zheng rushed out from behind the tree, shirtless, with bulging muscles and a faint blue aura emanating from his body.

The tiger was shaking its head, trying to shake off Liu Qingyu, and didn't notice him.

Fang Zheng jumped up, grabbed the fur on the tiger's neck, and flipped himself onto the tiger's back.

The tiger was startled and frantically jumped and rolled, trying to throw him off.

Fang Zheng squeezed his legs tightly around the tiger's belly, gripped the tiger's skin tightly with his left hand, and clenched his right fist, smashing it down on the tiger's ear.

The tiger's weakness is its head, and the head's weakness is its ears.

The force of the punch penetrates the bones and shocks the brain; even if it doesn't kill the creature, it will leave it stunned.

One punch, two punches, three punches.

The tiger roared in pain and turned to bite him, but Liu Qingyu held its head tightly with both hands.

Bang bang bang!

Fang Zheng gripped the tiger's head tightly, raised his fist, which was as big as an iron hammer, and struck with all his might.

After being punched twenty or thirty times, blood gushed from the tiger's eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.

After countless punches, the tiger's eyes rolled back, its limbs twitched, and it collapsed to its knees, completely still.

Fang Zheng punched twice more before stopping. His hands were numb, and his fists were swollen like steamed buns.

He was panting heavily, sitting motionless on the tiger's back.

The moon hangs high in the sky, a scholar subdues a tiger.

Guan Tieyi leaned against a tree root, looking at the figure, and squeezed out two words: "Hero!"

The other constables who were still able to move were all stunned.

This was an eighth-rank tiger demon, yet it was beaten to death by Fang Zheng, this gentle and refined scholar, with a single punch?!

"Lord Fang?" Constable Chen called out tentatively.

Fang Zheng raised his right hand, waved it, then slid off the tiger's back, lay on his back, and gasped for breath.

Using the divine power of the Tiger-Taming Painting and relying on his inner strength, he smashed the tiger demon into a pancake.

Now that power has dissipated, my whole body aches as if it had been disassembled and reassembled.

It took him quite a while to get up from the ground.

"Search the cave."

Fang Zheng led the way into the tiger's den.

The cave was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, but with the opening of the Yin Eye, you could see roughly what was inside.

There were many skeletons scattered on the ground, some human and some animal, but nothing else.

Fang Zheng's Yin Eyes flashed, detecting an unusual fluctuation of Yin energy. He then used his foot to push aside a piece of broken bone and saw several withered grasses.

The leaves are serrated and black in color. Although withered, they have a fragrance that makes one's head throb.

"My benefactor, this is the smell I caught when I jumped into the well at the Cao family's house."

Liu Qingyu emerged from his palm, her voice very weak.

She had just unleashed all her power to entangle the tiger demon, but now the backlash was so severe that her whole body was trembling.

Fang Zheng patted her little head to comfort her, but his mind was racing.

This thing exists in the Tiger Demon Cave, and it also exists in the Cao Family Well where Liu Qingyu threw himself.

What exactly is this thing? I'll have to ask Li Yuanshan.

He tucked the withered grass into his coat and called to the others, "Let's go, let's go down the mountain."

.........

At this moment, the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn, and the firelight at the foot of the mountain meandered like a dragon.

The people of Anping Town held torches and lanterns, standing on tiptoe to look up at the mountain.

The tiger's roar throughout the night terrified them, and none of them slept a wink.

"It's out! It's out!"

A child riding on his father's shoulders was the first to see it, shouting at the top of his lungs, "What a big tiger!"

A commotion arose in the crowd, and the timid ones began to shrink back.

But the next moment, everyone realized that the tiger hadn't walked out of the forest; it had been carried out.

Six constables carried a thick wooden bar with a giant, white-spotted tiger tied to it. The tiger was lying on its back with its four legs in the air, its tongue hanging out, and its head covered in blood and gore.