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Chapter 92 Tiger Meat! Gushui County

Wang Xuan was somewhat troubled, as he carried all his money with him.

The horses were carrying some clothes and provisions, which are now either dirty or ruined.

He rubbed his stomach, feeling somewhat irritated, and then looked toward the place where the tiger's roar had just come from.

He licked his lips, realizing it had been a long time since he had eaten tiger meat!

Just then, the bushes on the left shook violently, and a foul stench filled the air!

A huge, yellow and black figure suddenly pounced out with a deep roar, heading straight for Wang Xuan!

It was the same fierce tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead that had just roared. It was enormous, probably weighing five or six hundred pounds.

With its fangs bared and its eyes gleaming with ferocity, it clearly regarded Wang Anping as prey who had intruded into its territory and brought the scent of food.

Faced with the tiger's pounce, Wang Anping did not move his feet.

Just as the tiger's claws, carrying a fierce wind, were about to strike his head, he suddenly ducked, narrowly avoiding the attack.

At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers bent into a claw, directly clashing with the tiger's claw!

"Let's see if your tiger claws are stronger, or mine!"

Wang Anping remained calm, channeling his inner energy, and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers!

"puff!"

The dull thud was not the crisp sound of bones breaking, but rather the heavy sound of force penetrating the body and striking the internal organs.

The tiger's forward momentum had not subsided when it let out a miserable howl, a mixture of pain and shock.

Its massive body was struck as if by an invisible hammer, rolling sideways and crashing heavily onto several tree trunks as thick as bowls, breaking them with a cracking sound.

The tiger collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from its mouth and nose, its limbs twitching, as it struggled to get up.

However, his internal organs had already been shattered by Wang Anping's claw strike, which contained the power of transformation, so it was all in vain.

The light in its fierce eyes quickly dimmed, a hissing sound came from its throat, and it soon fell silent.

Not long after.

A bonfire was lit beside the mountain path.

The tiger meat sizzled over the fire, dripping oil and releasing bursts of fragrant smoke.

Wang Anping sat on a flat stone, slowly turning over pieces of meat skewered with twigs.

The meat was roasted to a golden brown with slightly charred edges, and a rich aroma filled the valley.

He used a dagger to cut off the outer, fully cooked part and put it in his mouth; the meat was firm and chewy.

Although somewhat rough, the hot, burning energy it contained gave it a unique flavor, dispelling the damp chill of the mountains and the slight irritation from losing the horses' rations.

He ate intently, but he didn't let his guard down about his surroundings.

The mountain breeze rustled through the trees, carrying faint sounds from afar.

At first, there was the faint sound of car wheels, followed by messy footsteps and people talking in hushed tones.

Soon, a group of about twenty people appeared on the gentle slope on the other side of the valley.

Judging from their attire, they seemed to be a small caravan, with several donkey carts loaded with goods and a dozen or so guards and assistants, all of whom looked travel-worn, wary, and tired.

They also clearly spotted the campfire and Wang Anping beside it, and even saw the food roasting over the fire.

The golden-yellow, enormous chunks of meat, and a huge tiger skin lying on the ground not far away, not yet fully processed.

The line came to a sudden halt.

All eyes were focused on Wang Anping, then quickly swept over the unsettling, striped tiger skin.

Finally, the image returns to that of a lone figure quietly eating barbecue.

To be able to single-handedly kill a tiger in this desolate wilderness and then calmly roast meat for lunch —

This is no ordinary person.

Among the guards, those with better eyesight felt a chill run down their spines. They could tell that although Wang Anping was dressed plainly, he possessed an extraordinary bearing.

But sitting there, he exuded a calm and composed aura, grilling meat with unhurried ease, seemingly unconcerned about their sudden appearance.

The team leader was a middle-aged man with a short beard, who was very experienced.

He glanced at the bundle stained with dark red blood and the rolled-up tiger skin casually placed at Wang Anping's feet.

He glanced again at the outline of the tiger's skeleton, which was clearly skinned not long ago, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

He raised his hand to signal the team behind him to be quiet, forced a cautious and polite smile on his face, and slightly clasped his hands in a fist salute towards Wang Anping.

But they dared not approach rashly, much less disturb them.

Wang Anping seemed to only then notice their presence, raising his eyelids to glance at them indifferently.

His gaze was calm and unwavering, offering neither welcome nor dismissal; he merely glanced at her.

Then they lowered their heads again and continued to work on the grilled meat in their hands, as if they were just an insignificant breeze.

The middle-aged team leader became even more certain.

This is a true master, or at least a ruthless and solitary strongman.

It's better to avoid trouble, especially in these chaotic times of war.

If you encounter a lone, menacing figure in the wilderness, the wisest thing to do is not to provoke them.

Without further hesitation, he bowed slightly in Wang Anping's direction again, then quickly turned around and urged the group in a low voice, "Hurry, go around them, walk quietly, don't disturb them."

The caravan members held their breath and carefully changed direction.

They would rather take a longer, more rugged route than leave the mountain valley where Wang Anping was located.

The wheels creaked, the footsteps rustled, but everyone deliberately kept their voices low, afraid of causing unnecessary trouble.

Only after they rounded the mountainside and could no longer see the campfire and the unsettling figure did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Some even wiped the sweat from their foreheads, unsure whether it was hot or cold.

Wang Anping listened to the deliberately quieted and gradually fading sounds.

The corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, whether in mockery or indifference was unclear.

After finishing the last bite of tiger meat, he threw the bone into the fire, watched the flames leap up briefly, and then gradually subside.

It replenished qi and blood, and resolved the emptiness in the abdomen.

Although they lost their horses and some luggage, they gained a good tiger skin and enough tiger meat for several days, so it wasn't a complete loss.

He wrapped up the remaining meat and carefully tied the tiger skin securely.

He stood up, stomped out the campfire, and carefully covered the ashes and remaining traces with mud.

A mountain breeze swept by, and soon, apart from the faint, soon-to-dissipate smell of cooking fires, there was no further evidence that he had stayed.

Five more days passed.

He finally left Liangzhou and arrived at Gushui County in Jingzhou.

Although the two states are adjacent, their customs are quite different.

There are significant differences in housing, clothing, and other aspects.

"Where did you come from?" After entering Jingzhou, the security was relatively better, since it was still under the control of the imperial court, so Wang Anping chose to take the official road.

After living outdoors for so long, I'm practically a wild man.

"I'm from Liangzhou. These are my documents and identification token." He took out his documents and identification token from the tiger skin on his back and handed them over.

At this moment, the soldiers guarding the city gate noticed that Wang Anping was carrying a tiger-skin package on his back!

He opened the document and saw that it read: Wang Anping of Zhenyuan County, mid-stage of Dark Strength, first place in the county's special martial arts examination. This was the document from when Wang Anping won first place in the previous arena competition, and it was still stamped with the official seal.

"Liangzhou, Zhenyuan County... Didn't they rebel there?"

The soldier broke out in a cold sweat. He was worried that the person in front of him might be a notorious bandit. After muttering something under his breath, he respectfully handed the document back to the soldier.

"Sir, please enter the city."