Master Black Tiger

The sliding tackle was much more effective than Roger had anticipated.

He originally thought it was just a supplementary control ability.

I never imagined this martial art could be so domineering! "A 70-ton limit... does that mean I could just slide tackle and take down the Thunder Dragon...?"

"Yes, it has to be when it's unguarded, otherwise there's a risk of it being swallowed whole."

Roger carefully considered the application scenarios of "sliding tackle".

Confronting them head-on is undoubtedly the most foolish thing to do.

This is completely contrary to Black Tiger Master's usual way of thinking.

The essence of a sliding tackle lies in a side attack! Thinking about this...

He couldn't help but get excited.

Suddenly, there was another unusual activity on the data panel.

"You have grasped the ultimate secret of the Pingsha School's unique martial arts."

"Hint: You have gleaned additional information left behind by ' Black Tiger Master ' from the three great manuals."

The scene before Roger's eyes began to blur.

A sensation similar to touching the Immortal Leaving Wall began to appear.

He remained calm.

Quietly observe and experience the wondrous changes.

Throughout the limbs and bones.

The air was flowing lively and cheerful.

They look like they're laughing.

A powerful voice suddenly rang in my ears:

"Martial arts is a combat art!"

"The only two principles of warfare are 'attacking where the enemy is unprepared and damaging their vital points!'"

"To kill someone is to gouge out their genitals Tao Gang, eyes Neck Lock, kidneys, tendons, and bones... until their body and soul are completely destroyed!"

"This is even more important when slaying demons!"

"A beast has its scales removed, a dragon's tail severed, a snake struck at its seven-inch mark, a wolf's waist broken, a tiger's skin torn, a bear's mouth and nose struck..."

"Don't talk to me about being a gentleman."

"In this apocalypse, life is as worthless as grass, and life is as adrift as duckweed!"

"I just want to live!"

This was accompanied by somewhat indignant remarks.

Roger saw a small, shadowy figure fighting enemies in different scenes! He couldn't make out the figure's appearance.

But you can make out the faces of those enemies—

There are terrifying monsters that can reach heights of tens of meters;

There are evil and powerful adult dragons;

There were terrifying liches with four hands adorned with twenty-eight rings; there were also sinister-looking Devil Lord and angels of judgment with numerous wings on their backs!...

The last part of the scene.

The short, dark figure cruelly tore off the wings of a high-ranking angel of judgment.

Finally, they stomped on His head until it was completely shattered and deformed.

The angel of judgment is 2.4 meters tall.

But the phantom that was stepping on His head.

He is only 1.5 meters tall.

"Is this Black Tiger Master?"

Roger was deeply shocked.

When Pingsha School Martial Arts are practiced to a high level, they can become so powerful! Anyone who studies martial arts understands this.

What does a height of 1.5 meters mean?

A congenital defect cannot be compensated for by even ten thousand times the effort put in later in life.

But Black Tiger Master did it.

Not only did they achieve it, but they reached the pinnacle of their abilities.

Roger couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.

Although Black Tiger's martial arts philosophy is full of ferocity, it seems petty compared to the serene style of the Clear Spring Sect.

But Roger felt that this idea was more down-to-earth.

Neither is superior to the other.

But in this chaotic world.

Black Tiger Master's martial arts philosophy is clearly more suited to survival and combat.

"You have received the true teachings of Black Tiger Master."

"All the Pingsha School martial arts you have mastered will automatically increase by one proficiency level."

"Is this the benefit of high comprehension?"

Roger looked at the changes on the data panel with a delighted expression.

Martial Artist have unique proficiency levels, which can be roughly divided into five stages: Beginner.

To enter the inner chamber.

To integrate and apply knowledge.

He mastered martial arts.

A supreme master.

Roger glanced at the training status of various martial arts techniques in the expansion.

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Clear Spring Sect Martial Arts: Mountain Splitting Fist (Beginner's Guide) Shattering Palm (Mastery)"

"Pingsha School Martial Arts: Slide tackle (comprehensive mastery) Knee Strike (comprehensive mastery) Groin Kick (comprehensive mastery)"

"I am a dignified Clear Spring Sect Disciple."

"Shall we start our meeting with a ' Black Tiger Triple Combo '?"

"Isn't this inappropriate?"

Roger's expression was somewhat awkward.

Several hours later.

A clearing in the Primitive Forest.

A large tiger with bright eyes, a white forehead, and striped markings crouched low to the ground.

It let out a low growl.

A tall, Quasi-Horned Demon stood in front of it.

Despite facing a "Jungle Striped Tiger" that was two levels higher than itself.

But the Quasi-Horned Demon were not afraid.

He walked towards the other person empty-handed.

Enraged by the other party's arrogant attitude, the Brindled Tiger suddenly charged forward.

It was at this moment.

From the nearby brambles, a figure enveloped in gusts of air burst forth! The ultimate technique of the Pingsha School! Slide tackle!

"That slide tackle used up 80% of my energy!"

"This will probably send the Brindled Tiger flying!"

Roger thought this as he slid in.

Suddenly, he saw the tiger nimbly turn around and pounce on him!

Roar! The Brindled Tiger's saliva splashed all over Roger's face.

If it weren't for the quick pounce of the Quasi-Horned Demon, who grabbed the Brindled Tiger's shoulder blade...

Roger had to awkwardly roll away to avoid it! Whoosh! A large amount of air dissipated on the spot.

Roger wiped the drool off his face expressionlessly and fell into deep thought, "Which part of the process went wrong?"

Why is my sliding tackle so slow?

He glanced at the Quasi-Horned Demon fighting with the Brindled Tiger, then silently took out the White Raven's Crown and put it on.

"Don't kill him."

"I'll try it again in a bit."

This test lasted for three days and three nights.

The experimental subjects were changed from the lesser species like the Brindled Tiger to higher-niche monsters like the pale-toothed elephant and the Terror Claw Beast.

Roger finally mastered the correct way to perform a "slide tackle".

This martial art is so closely related to Qi!

Before the slide tackle.

There must be a movement that gathers energy in the Acupoint on the soles of the feet.

The longer the air charge time, the more air is consumed, resulting in greater power but also a slower sliding speed.

A slide tackle that consumes all of your stamina moves as slowly as an elderly person taking a walk.

Eighty percent of one's energy is equivalent to an average person walking.

Half-full of energy is enough.

Thirty percent of them are close to the world records for human sprinting in the previous era.

A sliding tackle by Yichengqi can be described as swift and unexpected.

At close range, the other party has no room to react!

"Slide tackle" plus "Seize the Initiative" equals "100% guaranteed close-range knockdown"! Unless the person being tackled is Roger himself.

Two weeks later.

Deep in the Primitive Forest, in a man-made pit.

The Thunder Dragon, its body riddled with modified wooden stakes, relentlessly rammed into the Tower Shield Bro.

The two sides are fiercely fighting over the land.

Suddenly, a handsome man, emitting sparks and white vapor, appeared from the side! His movements were elegant, but also slow.

It's a bit like a funny slow-motion replay.

But the Thunder Dragon's massive and cumbersome body simply couldn't avoid this fully charged sliding tackle!

With a deafening boom, the yellow and white bolt of lightning slammed into the Thunder Dragon's hind limbs.

The enormous creature's body involuntarily tilted to the side! Roger braced himself with one hand, got up, and nimbly ran away.

The next second.

The Thunder Dragon crashed to the ground in a sorry state, raising a cloud of dust.

It fell into a state of "dizziness" that lasted for tens of seconds!

"All of you, charge!"

Roger didn't need to say more.

The horned Quasi-Horned Demon swarmed forward.

A flurry of blows.

The thick dragon tail was skillfully severed.

Not far away.

Roger dusted himself off.

Just thinking about that nest of dragon eggs I just got...

He then smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Another fulfilling day.

Two hours later.

Just as the muscular underlings were happily packing up their spoils,

A dark shadow suddenly flew into Roger's field of vision.

In the blink of an eye.

The dark figure suddenly appeared beside him, rubbing against his trouser leg.

Roger touched the gargoyle's bald head in surprise. "It can come back?"

"I've not seen you for a month, I thought you had successfully defected!"

When we first entered the Primitive Forest.

Roger sent this guy out as a scout, but little did he know he would almost never return.

The gargoyle gestured with a wronged expression.

Abnormal fluctuations emanated from the slave contract.

Roger's expression gradually turned grim. "You said there's a camp in the forest?"

"You were arrested and detained for a month?"

"Could it be a necromancer?"