Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

Lin Hai stared intently at the giant beast that was pouncing from the sky, then twisted his heel hard on the ground, sliding two meters to the right.

The male tiger's heavy body crashed down onto the flat ground where Lin Hai had just been standing.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two metallic clanging sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

This is the iron animal trap that Lin Hai bought at the general store during the day. The spring is extremely hard, and even an adult with both hands cannot pry it open.

The moment the male tiger landed, its right front paw and left hind paw stepped directly into a trap hidden under the dead leaves. The powerful, finely milled iron teeth snapped shut instantly, cutting deep into its flesh and locking its feet firmly in place.

The excruciating pain made the male tiger instinctively try to pull its claws free, but the harder it struggled, the deeper the iron serrated teeth bit. It lost its balance and half of its body fell into the mud. It frantically thrashed its trapped claws, the heavy iron clamps and chains creaking as they were pulled, but it just couldn't break free.

Right now.

Lin Hai stopped retreating. He took a deep breath, his blood and qi almost boiling, surging like a great river. He took a step forward, splashing mud half a meter high, and charged straight at the side of the tiger with an indomitable momentum.

Tiger-Taming Fist.

A tiger descends the mountain.

With his right fist, wielding the Iron Finger Tiger, he slammed it squarely into the male tiger's neck.

The immense force of 860 jin was unleashed at a single point.

The fist, adorned with brass knuckles, slammed down, knocking the male tiger's head to the side. But the beast's vitality was truly tenacious; in excruciating pain, it opened its mouth wide and lunged at Lin Hai's arm. Those dagger-like teeth, dripping with foul-smelling saliva, were about to close.

In the blink of an eye, a shadow shot out silently from the waist-high water plants nearby, like a hidden arrow released from a bow.

It's a dragon lizard.

It remained in a state of camouflage, its scales blending perfectly with the surrounding soil and vegetation. During the battle, it silently crept in.

Taking advantage of the moment when the male tiger's attention was entirely focused on Lin Hai, and when its feet were bound and it was being punched in the neck, the dragon-snake lizard pounced out from its blind spot below and bit down hard on the male tiger's neck.

Although the dragon lizard was much smaller than the male tiger, its bite force was not to be underestimated. Two rows of fine, sharp teeth pierced directly through the tiger's thick neck fur and penetrated deep into its blood vessels.

The male tiger made a series of gurgling sounds in its throat as it desperately shook its head, trying to shake off the ornament around its neck. At the same time, its other front paw, which was not caught, swung wildly, making a sharp whistling sound, and swept a claw across Lin Hai's arm.

Lin Hai felt a chill on his forearm, followed by a searing pain. His clothes were ripped open, leaving three wounds over a foot long, the skin and flesh torn open, and blood gushed out instantly.

But he did not back down. Lin Hai gritted his teeth, rooted himself to the ground, and used his waist to generate power. His left arm intercepted the tiger's front paw as it swung again, while his right hand, adorned with a brass knuckle duster, mechanically and violently pounded the tiger's skull and side of its neck with punch after punch.

With each punch, a splatter of blood, thick and pungent, flew out.

The dragon lizard was also cooperating desperately, its four claws gripping the tiger's fur tightly, its body coiling around the tiger's neck like a snake, refusing to let go.

In its frenzy, the male tiger bit down on the latter half of the dragon lizard's tail.

With a sharp crack of breaking flesh, the dragon-snake lizard let out a short, mournful hiss. A section of its thick, long tail had been bitten off by the male tiger, and blood gushed forth.

Seeing this, Lin Hai shouted and concentrated all his strength into his right fist, unleashing a full-force attack. The power erupted from his dantian, passed through his waist and abdomen, and entered his right arm, slamming his fist heavily onto the tiger's skull.

A dull thud echoed, and the male tiger's frantically twisting body stiffened for a moment. Immediately afterward, a large amount of dark red blood gushed from its seven orifices, and its massive body, as if drained of all strength, collapsed heavily onto the muddy ground.

The faint popping sound of bubbles could still be heard from its throat, and its limbs twitched unconsciously a few times before finally becoming completely still.

ten minutes.

The fight lasted a full ten minutes, from the moment the two began to confront each other until the male tiger was completely killed.

Lin Hai gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. He sat limply on the tiger's thick fur, his body soaked in sweat and tiger blood. His right hand, clad in a metal brass, was so strained from prolonged exertion that he couldn't even open his fingers immediately; his fingers were filled with blood, and his fist convulsed slightly uncontrollably.

He turned his head and glanced at his arm.

The claw wounds looked frightening, with the flesh torn open, but fortunately, no bones were broken; they were just superficial injuries. He took out a packet of hemostatic powder from his pocket, sprinkled it on the wounds, and gasped in pain. Then he tore off a strip of cloth and tightly wrapped it around his arm.

The dragon-snake lizard released its grip and lay motionless in the mud, only its body still undulating slightly. A severed tail dragged behind it, blood gushing from the cut, the broken piece hanging a few steps away, still twitching reflexively.

"Little guy, we did a great job today!" Lin Hai walked over to the dragon lizard and plopped down on it.

He poured the remaining half packet of hemostatic powder onto the severed tail of the dragon-snake lizard. The dragon-snake lizard shuddered in pain, its eyes half-open as it looked at Lin Hai, weakly rubbing its head against his wrist.

For the dragon lizard, which possesses self-healing abilities, losing its tail is a serious injury, but not fatal. With sufficient blood and flesh to replenish its blood and flesh and a period of rest, the tail can grow back.

Lin Hai looked around; the area around the pool was a mess. Bushes were flattened, thick tree roots were broken, and the ground was covered with deep pits and scratches.

This male tiger was enormous. Although some of the facial fur had been damaged by lime, its complete tiger skin would still fetch a high price in Yangcheng.

Lin Hai drew the short knife from his waist and began to skin the tiger from its lower abdomen.

The sky had completely darkened, and only the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard in the woods.

In the coarse hemp net hanging in mid-air, the jade-horned deer, exhausted from its struggle, now hangs there quietly, its limbs drooping.

As Lin Hai dissected the tiger meat, he also kept an eye on his surroundings.

Nearby, the dragon lizard's tail wound had stopped bleeding, and it was feasting on the pile of tiger meat that Lin Hai had carved out.

Night fell.

Lin Hai found a dry, flat spot by the pool, gathered some dry branches, and started a campfire.

The flickering flames of the disc player dispelled the surrounding darkness and brought a touch of warmth. He used his dagger to cut a large chunk of flesh from the dead tiger's thigh, quickly removed the blood and foam, skewered it with a sharpened twig, and roasted it over the fire.

The grease melted as it heated up and dripped onto the glowing red-hot charcoal, making a sizzling sound.

After it was cooked, Lin Hai blew on it to cool it down and took a bite.

The meat was extremely tough, with coarse fibers, making it dry and chewy, and it had a strong, fishy smell that hit his nasal cavity. Lin Hai chewed it up with difficulty and swallowed it, then wiped the grease from his mouth.

"Seventh Brother said tiger meat was hard to eat, and he was right," Lin Hai muttered to himself, taking a second bite.

Although the food was unpalatable, Lin Hai had fought a life-or-death battle with this adult male tiger today, and his strength was already exhausted. He was extremely hungry, so he no longer cared about the taste.

Lin Hai ate and swallowed, managing to eat seven or eight pounds of roasted tiger meat until he felt full in his stomach, at which point he stopped.