Lure the Tiger from the Mountain, Part One

(Third update)

What did it feel like to crash from high altitude?

"Waaaaah..."

Then, a terrified cry that could bring tears to anyone's eyes rang out from the sky.

As he plummeted, Ma Hongjun's chubby face jiggled like jelly. The thick fat on his face rippled up and down, exposing his teeth, gums beneath them, and tongue sticking out as though it were tied in knots. He looked rather comical.

In Ma Hongjun's eyes, heaven and earth spun around, his vision turned upside down, and the scenery around him changed rapidly in spirals, constantly battering his sight. His stomach churned violently, making him so nauseated that he nearly vomited up even last night's meal.

Facing life and death brought great terror!

Worthy of being Dean Flender's direct disciple, Ma Hongjun barely managed to retain a sliver of composure at such a critical moment. Soul Power gushed from his body as if poured from a bucket, and he hurriedly regrew a purplish-red wing on the left side of his back, barely stabilizing himself.

"Flap, flap, flap..."

The wing on his back beat laboriously. The wind it stirred gently supported Little Fatty's heavy body, slowing his descent as he exerted all his strength to rise back into the air.

But how could Yang Ming possibly give him such an opportunity?

While Little Fatty was crashing, Yang Ming had already used his peerless movement technique to close the distance between them!

Raising his head, Yang Ming saw Ma Hongjun reflected in his Three-Tomoe Sharingan. Less than twenty meters remained between him and the ground. Yang Ming immediately drew his bow once more. The longbow, bowstring, and sharp arrows were all manifestations of the Flame Demon King soul skill, deepening his understanding of flames by another level.

"Buzz!"

As the bowstring trembled lightly, an