Tiger Roars in the Mountains

That long roar was majestic as a rainbow, deep and far-reaching. It shook leaves from the forest trees and startled countless birds and beasts from their resting places.

It was a tiger's roar!

The two of them looked up toward the source of the sound.

There, atop the hill, stood a magnificent, striped tiger with hanging eyes and a white forehead.

"The scent of blood must have drawn this beast here. Qingshan, do not act rashly. Tigers are often spiritual creatures of the mountains. Once you show fear, it will press you even harder."

Uncle Kui warned him sternly as he drew a feathered arrow and set it to the bowstring. The two sides stood locked in a tense standoff.

Gao Zhankui stared intently at the beast before them, completely failing to notice the faint excitement appearing on Meng Qingshan's face. Qingshan slowly crouched down and picked up the tree trunk they had originally planned to use to carry the wild boar.

To be honest, although Meng Qingshan had experienced virtual combat in games before, only after personally going through it just now did he realize that the shock and thrill were something games could never compare to.

As the saying went, "Clouds follow dragons in their dance, and winds accompany tigers in their stride."

Suddenly, a violent gale swept through, nearly knocking Meng Qingshan and Uncle Kui off their feet.

As the gust passed, the striped tiger atop the hill sprang into the air and leaped down from the summit, like a mountain god descending into the world.

Seeing this, Uncle Kui decisively loosed the arrow in his hand. Its piercing whistle cut through the air and echoed through the forest, carrying an almost unstoppable force.

'Clang~~~'

The sound of the feathered arrow sinking into flesh was clearly audible. The tiger roared skyward in pain, its enormous eyes fixed fiercely on Meng Qingshan and Uncle Kui.

Although Uncle Kui's arrow had struck the tiger, it seemed to have caused no real injury. Instead, it had stirred the beast's savage nature.

The tiger's striped fur rippled in the wind, making it appear even more ferocious. A ghostly green light flickered in its eyes like two burning flames, revealing boundless fury and killing intent.

"Qingshan, watch out!" Uncle Kui shouted. At the same time, he drew another arrow from his quiver, preparing to shoot again.

However, the tiger was far faster than either of them had imagined.

It pressed its two paws lightly against the ground, then sprang forward. In an instant, it had pounced right in front of Meng Qingshan.

Meng Qingshan's heart jolted, but he possessed the original owner's memories, and coupled with the gaming experience from his previous life, his combat experience was fairly extensive. He did not panic, instead responding swiftly.

In that flash of lightning, he rolled across the ground and nimbly evaded the tiger's attack range.

At the same time, he unhesitatingly unleashed the Mountain Breaking Spear Technique he had practiced over the past few days to familiarize himself with the character's skills.

Horse Turning Spear Thrust!

Meng Qingshan spun around, twisting his waist with agility. His left hand braced firmly against the ground while his right gripped the wooden staff. He gathered all his strength into that small tree trunk and thrust it violently forward.

The tree trunk collided with the tiger's claw in midair, producing a sharp cracking sound.

The tiger's strength was terrifying. Meng Qingshan felt an immense force strike him, sending him flying.

Fortunately, Meng Qingshan's calmness in that critical instant and his decisive counterattack successfully halted the tiger's advance.

Otherwise, with Uncle Kui's impaired legs, if that beast had gotten close to him, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Taking advantage of that brief opening, Uncle Kui also put some distance between himself and the vicious beast.

Uncle Kui truly was an old hunter. He did not hesitate in the slightest. With swift, decisive movements, he drew another arrow, nocked it, pulled back the bowstring, and released it. The arrow shot from his hand like a flood dragon breaking free of its chains, baring its fangs as it charged toward the tiger.

The tiger suddenly lunged aside. Gao Zhankui's arrow missed, and its fletching trembled slowly on the ground.

Having already taken one arrow, the beast had learned the power of Uncle Kui's feathered arrows. Naturally, it would not stand still and let him shoot it again.

Even worse, the beast was not lacking in intelligence.

After their brief exchange just now, it had clearly gained Insight into Gao Zhankui's limited mobility and his ability to strike from a distance.

As a result, Uncle Kui had become a major threat in the tiger's eyes, and it immediately made him its primary target.

The beast pressed its huge paws lightly against the ground, then leaped up and shot toward Uncle Kui's position.

No sooner said than done!

With his legs impaired, Uncle Kui had no time to dodge. He immediately drew three feathered arrows from his quiver in succession and decisively fired them at the approaching tiger.

Unable to shift its momentum in midair, the tiger took all three of Uncle Kui's arrows head-on. Even so, carried by the momentum of its pounce, it still crashed toward Uncle Kui.

Witnessing this, Meng Qingshan cried out inwardly that things were bad.

By then, Uncle Kui had been knocked to the ground by the tiger and was in dire peril. The beast opened its bloodied maw full of fangs and bit down, as though it intended to swallow Uncle Kui whole.