Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

"Awooo..."

A deep roar rolled out from the depths of the male tiger's throat, a tangible vibration that traveled along the ground, causing the withered leaves beneath Lin Hai's feet to tremble slightly.

Lin Hai remained unmoved and stood still.

He held a bag of lime in his left hand and wore a brass knuckles on his right, his body resembling a taut bow.

Suddenly, the male tiger shoved its forelegs into the ground, sending dirt and grass roots flying everywhere.

Its massive body transformed into a yellow and black gale, closing the distance of over twenty meters by almost half in a single leap.

fast!

too fast!

Lin Hai had previously seen this male tiger chasing the jade-horned deer from the perspective of the dragon-snake lizard, but that observational angle was completely different from the oppressive feeling of facing the tiger charging head-on now.

A foul stench wafted towards us.

The distance is less than ten meters.

The male tiger suddenly exerted force with its hind legs, and its entire body leaped into the air. Its two tiger claws, which were larger than washbasins, stretched forward, and its ten sharp, barbed nails shot out, heading straight for Lin Hai's face and chest.

If this pounce were to happen to an ordinary person, the sheer force of its attack would be enough to make their limbs go weak.

But in that instant, Lin Hai's mind was surprisingly calm.

Instead of retreating, he advanced.

Just as the tiger leaped into the air and reached its highest point, Lin Hai suddenly raised his left hand.

The tightly wrapped round cloth bag flew out of his hand and smashed straight at the tiger's face.

Unable to gain leverage in mid-air to change direction, the tiger saw something flying towards it and, out of instinct, opened its massive jaws and bit down.

"Bang!"

The cloth bag was instantly torn apart by the sharp teeth in the tiger's mouth.

A large cloud of white powder exploded in mid-air, precisely covering the tiger's entire head.

Large amounts of quicklime were directly thrown into the tiger's eyes, nasal cavity, and mouth.

"roar!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the mountains and forests.

Quicklime boils upon contact with water.

The moisture in the tiger's mouth and eyes instantly triggered the strong corrosion and high temperature of the lime, and the intense burning pain drove this overlord completely mad.

It lost its balance in mid-air and its massive body crashed heavily onto the ground two meters to the left of the forest, crushing a patch of bushes to pieces.

The tiger rolled wildly on the ground, its two front paws scratching frantically at its face. Lime mixed with tears and saliva smeared its face into a white, muddy mess.

Lin Hai did not let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by.

"Strike while the iron is hot!"

This is an unchanging ironclad rule in actual combat.

The soil beneath his feet churned up, and Lin Hai's body, like a cannonball fired from a gun, pressed close to the ground as he climbed up.

His goal was clear: the tiger's waist.

With a head of bronze, bones of iron, and waist of tofu, this is a common ailment among all felines, and also their most vulnerable spot.

Although the tiger was blind, its sense of danger remained sharp. Hearing the wind, it ignored the excruciating pain on its face and lashed out at Lin Hai with its thick tail cutting through the air.

If that tail strike lands squarely, it's no different from being hit with a bronze rod; broken tendons and bones would be the least of your worries.

Lin Haiqian's forward momentum abruptly halted. He suddenly ducked downwards, the tiger tail sweeping past his head with a gust of wind, snapping off a few strands of hair.

Taking advantage of the momentum from crouching down, Lin Hai stomped his right foot heavily on the ground.

The power rose from the soles of his feet, surged through the large tendons of his thighs, reached his waist and hips, then flowed through each joint, finally surging into his right arm.

At this moment, Lin Hai pushed the power within his body to its limit.

This punch unleashed a burst of full power.

The right fist, adorned with iron knuckle duster, slammed solidly into the tiger's side waist with a force of 860 jin.

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out.

Lin Hai's fist sank into the tiger's thick fur, and the sharp teeth on the tiger's knuckles pierced through the muscles, channeling all the enormous force into the male tiger's body.

The tiger let out a mournful howl that sounded different from its usual tone. Its massive body was sent flying half a meter away by the punch. Its limbs twitched weakly on the ground a few times, but it couldn't get up immediately.

Success!

Lin Hai retreated immediately after his attack, not seeking credit. He quickly created a distance of five or six meters, stood still, and was slightly out of breath.

The brief exchange just now, though only a few breaths long, had taken a tremendous toll on his energy and stamina, from the timing of the lime throw to dodging the tiger's tail and delivering a powerful blow.

The tiger lay on the ground, a visibly sunken section of its waist, blood streaming down its fur. Its eyes were completely burned by lime, the white powder mixed with blood, a truly gruesome sight.

Even with such a severe injury, the animal still gripped the ground tightly with its two front paws, struggling to get back to its feet. A series of guttural roars, like broken bellows, emanated from its throat—the prelude to a furious beast's most ferocious counterattack.

Lin Hai held his breath and took half a step back.

He could smell the strong stench of blood and the pungent smell of quicklime dust in the air. The blinded male tiger was writhing violently on the ground, its belly heaving with heavy breathing, and the low growls in its throat were growing deeper and deeper.

On the way to hunt tigers last time, Lu Zhengchuan repeatedly emphasized, "Even a cornered beast will fight. The worst thing you can do is be greedy and reckless. Hunting wild animals is not like hitting a wooden stake. Even if you break a few of its ribs, it can still bite your neck off."

Lin Hai suppressed the urge to pounce on the tiger and beat it while it was down. He kept his eyes fixed on the tiger's two thick front paws that were gripping the ground and gathering strength, while his body quietly retreated to the left and back as planned.

The male tiger had lost its sight, but the lime covering its eyes and nose made it extremely sensitive to the slightest movements around it. It immediately picked up on the faint sound of Lin Hai's foot snapping a dead branch.

"roar!"

The male tiger let out a deafening roar, and its massive body suddenly sprang up from the ground. Even with a severe injury to its waist and broken bones, the speed of its pounce was still terrifying.

Its weight, weighing several hundred pounds and carrying a foul odor, pressed down directly on us.

Lin Hai was prepared. He shifted his body to the side, slipped, and slid along the muddy ground to avoid the attack.

The male tiger missed its target, its massive claws slamming into the spot where Lin Hai had been standing, sending dirt flying and snapping a tree root as thick as a wrist in two. Without pausing, it used the sound of the wind to propel itself forward, its hind legs pushing off the ground, and swept across the spot where Lin Hai had changed direction.

This male tiger is blind, but its hearing is still frighteningly sensitive.

Lin Hai dodged and retreated rhythmically. He didn't run far, but led the tiger to a flat area covered with a layer of messy dead leaves not far from the edge of the pool.

Lin Hai stepped back to his designated spot, stood still, clasped his hands together, and deliberately clapped them heavily.

"Snapped!"

The sound of clapping hands immediately attracted the attention of the male tiger.

The enraged tiger completely lost its mind. Upon hearing the noise, it opened its blood-red maw and unleashed a burst of violent power, lunging towards the forest like a small mountain pressing down on it.