Zhang Xiaohua was greatly startled. He hurriedly released his divine sense and discovered, to his shock, that the thing striking from thin air was the Thunder Tiger's tail. The force contained within it was actually even greater than that of its claws.
Now that he knew what it was, Zhang Xiaohua's surprise vanished. His body drifted onto the tiger's back, and he stretched out a hand to grab the sweeping tail. This Thunder Tiger truly had rotten luck. In the black of night, no one could clearly see that tiger tail, swift as lightning; it was precisely a marvelous move for killing. Unfortunately, it had encountered Zhang Xiaohua. Within his divine sense, nothing could escape his perception. With that backward grab, he caught it squarely.
Naturally, the Thunder Tiger did not seem afraid of having its tail caught. It had absolute confidence that it could wrench its tail free from this young man's hand. Yet when the Thunder Tiger flicked its tail, intending to attack again, everything went beyond its expectations. The hand gripping its tail seemed to possess inexhaustible strength. Even when it used all its might, it could not pull free by so much as an inch.
At that moment, Zhang Xiaohua's other fist arrived as well. With a BANG, it smashed directly into the Thunder Tiger's head. Even Zhang Xiaohua himself did not know how much strength he now possessed in a single arm. Moreover, landing a blow on the Thunder Tiger's head was a rare opportunity, so Zhang Xiaohua had almost used his full strength.
Dear readers, imagine it: this Thunder Tiger was a top-tier ferocious beast, with a hard skull and thick hide that ordinary Long Swords could not pierce. Yet Zhang Xiaohua's punch carried at least ten thousand jin of force. With a single