The Lynx's Fierce Ambush

"Roar!" Seeing its prey escape, the White Lynx instinctively gave chase after Tang San.

"Little bug! You'd better take our fight seriously!" Madara, who had been standing still, suddenly transformed into a fierce tiger and appeared before the Lynx, gathering all his Chakra into a powerful kick.

The White Lynx clearly hadn't expected Madara to be so fast. With its limited intelligence, even adult humans would wet themselves in fear when facing it, praying they would not become its next meal. Yet this human cub had actually taken the initiative to attack it.

Despite Madara's small frame, the Lynx, which was much larger than him, was sent flying by a single kick. If anyone had witnessed it, they would surely have cried out in disbelief.

After landing, the White Lynx rolled several times to bleed off the force, then got back up as if nothing had happened. It shook the dust from its body, and its fierce gaze at Madara now carried a hint of wariness.

Its cooked duck had flown away, leaving it immensely frustrated. On top of that, it had just been kicked flying, and the White Lynx's fury soared.

But this one who had dared resist it was even less forgivable. The White Lynx stretched out its scarlet tongue and licked its lips, saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth.

"Roar!" The White Lynx roared and pounced at Madara with all its strength, carrying a foul wind with it.

Though Madara had scorned this Lynx with his words, at his peak, he would not have needed even one finger to crush such a bug.

But his young body and meager Chakra forced him to take this beast before him seriously.

"Clang!" Madara swung the Kunai in his hand, barely blocking the Lynx's huge, foul-smelling jaws. He staggered back two or three steps before dispersing the tremendous force.

What incredible strength! Madara's gaze sharpened. He slightly turned aside to evade the Lynx's slashing claws, then looked at the four deep gouges they had carved into the ground.

Madara saw that after its pounce missed, the Lynx was now broadside to him, exposing an opening. His eyes lit up. What a chance! He gripped the Kunai with both hands and viciously stabbed toward its waist.

"Awooo!" The searing pain in its waist made the Lynx howl in agony. A bloody gleam clouded its already vicious eyes, and it wished nothing more than to tear Madara to pieces.

But Madara knew that chances to heavily wound the Lynx were rare. He concentrated all his Chakra in his hands, using one to brutally twist the Kunai embedded in the Lynx's body while the other tightly gripped the fur at the back of its neck.

Not good! A warning suddenly flared in Madara's mind while he held the upper hand. Instinctively, he released both hands and rolled to one side.

But he was still a step too late. The Lynx's hind leg, aimed at Madara's head, kicked directly into his left arm, leaving four deep bloody gashes. Blood immediately began pouring out.

Madara slowly rose from the ground. The agonizing pain made him suck in a breath. His entire left arm felt numb and weak, as if it were about to lose all sensation.

I was careless! Damn it! Madara frowned deeply as he looked at his left arm, which had almost completely lost its mobility. If that kick had landed on his head, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Now that his left arm was injured and his only weapon was still lodged in the Lynx's body, the situation could hardly have been worse for him.

If only I'd had Xiao San leave the other Kunai behind...

As for the Lynx, its repeated missed attacks and the pain in its waist only further stimulated its ferocity. Its combat strength rose to an even greater level than before.

"Roar!" Though the Lynx did not know the phrase "strike while the iron is hot," it understood not to give its prey a chance to catch its breath. It turned around and charged straight at Madara.

The reason Madara had been able to fight the Lynx so evenly was the Chakra within his body, but there was barely any left now.

But the situation was dire, and Madara could not worry about that. He gathered the last of his Chakra and kicked the Lynx beneath the jaw, knocking its head back.

Seeing the Lynx's charge slow, Madara hurriedly reached out, intending to seize his only weapon first.

But Madara had misjudged the Lynx's reactions. The Kunai brushed past his hand by a hair's breadth.

The Lynx, however, cunningly used its forward momentum to leap up into a tree, giving Madara a bad feeling.

Just then, the Lynx, halfway up the tree, suddenly leaped down from it—and it was falling directly toward Madara.

At the critical moment, Madara relied on instincts honed over many years and stepped back. He narrowly avoided its fangs, but the Lynx's body sent him flying.

Only two minutes had passed, and Tang San was still nowhere close to returning with help.

I underestimated it! Madara swayed as he rose to his feet once more. This time, it was difficult, as though he could collapse at any moment.

The Lynx bloodthirstily licked its claws, which were stained with Madara's blood. This human cub had greatly surprised it; few had ever fought it to such a degree.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Madara lowered his head, his expression obscured by his messy black hair. Faintly visible beneath it was a pair of blood-red eyes like those of an evil ghost.

Hahaha! Hahahahaha! I've grown too comfortable! I almost forgot who I am!

The Lynx, which had originally planned to torture its prey to death bit by bit, suddenly felt its fur stand on end. The weak prey before it seemed to have become a completely different person.

The Lynx felt that it had to finish this enemy quickly. Its beastly instincts told it that if it did not kill Madara soon, it would die a miserable death.

Faced with the Lynx rushing toward him, Madara seemed to offer no resistance as he was pinned to the grass.

Bug, you're not qualified to kill me!

Facing the Lynx's bloodied maw, Madara showed no panic. He directly gripped its jaws with his hands, preventing it from biting down.

The blood on Madara's cheek trickled to the corner of his mouth as he struggled against the Lynx. A slight lick of his lips let him taste the faint tang of blood.

I am Madara. I am Asura. I am the evil ghost who endured for decades before crawling out of hell! Madara roared inwardly.

Madara suddenly felt a trace of strength squeeze out from his dried-up body. Making a split-second decision, he used all his strength to wrench its jaws to one side, then thrust his injured left shoulder toward it.

The Lynx bit down on Madara's left shoulder as it wished, while Madara seized the chance to tightly choke its neck and reach with his other hand for the Kunai embedded in its body.

Man and beast were locked tightly together. As Madara gripped the Kunai and madly stabbed its body, the Lynx released its bite and cried out in agony again and again.

Die!

Madara stabbed the struggling Lynx again and again. The Lynx that had once held Madara in a death grip instantly became prey struggling on the verge of death. The roles of hunter and prey had long since reversed.

Madara had already exhausted the last of his strength. The now-silent corpse of the Lynx lay pressed atop him, and he did not even have the strength to push it away.

A ring glowing with a brilliant golden-yellow light floated up from the Lynx's corpse.

"Awooo!" The howls of wolves drew closer and closer, forcing the heavily breathing Madara to open his eyes with difficulty.

A huge wolf-shaped shadow stretched long beneath the morning sun. With the sun behind him, it was difficult to make out his face.

The owner of the figure seemed very surprised. "Little friend! It seems you need help!"

"A wolf?"

"No, no, no. A Wolf Spirit Soul Master. Let me introduce myself—I'm Su Yuntao!"

Upon learning that the person before him was human, Madara instinctively relaxed. His vision spun, and his consciousness sank into darkness.

Before losing consciousness, Madara vaguely saw a crowd running over in the distance.

"Brother!"