"Holy shit, a monster!" Meng Jingzhou shouted, swinging his arm back and getting ready to strike.
It was no wonder he reacted that way. The backyard was supposed to be where Lu Yang practiced his punches, but now Lu Yang had disappeared and a tiger had appeared. It was easy to imagine the tiger demon had come back to life and eaten Lu Yang or something.
The tiger demon spoke, its voice identical to Lu Yang's: "A monster your ass! It's me!"
"It even sounds just like Lu Yang!" Meng Jingzhou exclaimed.
The man and tiger leaped into the air. Stunned by the tiger demon's voice, Meng Jingzhou failed to react in time and was swatted to the ground by Lu Yang.
Lu Yang snorted. There wasn't even a trace of fighting in the courtyard, so how could the tiger demon have eaten him? Meng Jingzhou, that bastard, had obviously figured out it was him and was just playing dumb.
Meng Jingzhou clicked his tongue. Lu Yang hadn't really hit him just now, and for someone as tough-skinned and thick-fleshed as him, it had barely hurt.
He got up, dusted himself off, and eyed Lu Yang suspiciously. "What on earth happened to you? Weren't you studying animal-mimicking fist? How'd you end up learning transformation magic?"
"Give me a moment. I'll see if I can figure out how to change back." Tiger Lu Yang tried fretfully to scratch the back of his head, only to discover his front paws couldn't reach. He'd have to sit down and scratch with his hind legs... Forget it. He wouldn't scratch. It was far too undignified.
Tiger Lu Yang bared his teeth. He hadn't expected practicing fist techniques to cause so much trouble.
Looking back, only his swordsmanship had been remotely normal.
Wasn't this just