Zhao Ya naturally understood that this was just some excuse to fool a child.
The man clearly wanted to keep the tiger for himself, but had deliberately come up with such a lame excuse.
Zhao Ya wasn't the least bit afraid. Instead, he let out a cold laugh.
"Oh? You say the tiger is yours, so it's yours? If you want it, come and take it yourself."
"Brother Huang, why waste your breath on this kid? Just kill him!" said one of the men impatiently, gripping a pure-steel hunting fork.
Huang Cai hesitated.
He could feel the surging vitality in Zhao Ya.
Besides, there was one thing he hadn't lied about: he'd secretly watched Zhao Ya hunt the tiger.
He'd planned to get close to Zhao Ya by acting friendly, then launch a sneak attack.
But he hadn't expected Zhao Ya to be so vigilant. Huang Cai couldn't get near him at all. With no other choice, he'd had his companions show themselves, hoping to scare Zhao Ya off.
After all, his side had the numbers. If it came to a fight, Zhao Ya would surely be at a disadvantage.
But Zhao Ya showed no sign of leaving. Instead, he stood his ground and even threatened them with his words.
For a moment, Huang Cai couldn't figure out what Zhao Ya was capable of, so he naturally didn't dare attack rashly.
But the man holding the steel fork wasn't about to let that stop him. He charged over with a loud roar, swinging the fork in his hands to stab at Zhao Ya.
It was a powerful, forceful attack with no finesse, relying on strength alone.
Zhao Ya dodged to the side and flipped his wrist, slashing his blade straight at the man's neck.
But just then, a powerful sense