The aura of death instantly enveloped Small Success.
The bite force of the Fang-Edged Blood Tiger was astonishing, coupled with its full mouth of razor-sharp teeth. If this bite landed, Small Success was definitely a goner.
Small Successâs eyes frantically darted around, searching for Qian Jinâs figure, but Qian Jin had already used his Shadow Concealment Skill to hide, disappearing without a trace.
In his heart, Small Success "warmly" greeted Qian Jinâs ancestors across eighteen generations.
At the brink of life and death, resolve filled Small Successâs gaze. The Boiling Blood Pill tucked under his jaw was instantly crushed and swallowed.
A surge of fiery medicinal power erupted, and Small Successâs aura instantly surged to the next level.
"You beast! If you want a taste of me, letâs see if your teeth can handle it!"
Weaponless, Small Success had no choice but to clench his fists locked within heavy armor. Using his forearms as hammers, he slammed them fiercely into the Fang-Edged Blood Tigerâs cheek.
The potential in humans is immense, especially in moments of life-and-death crisis.
Bolstered by the Boiling Blood Pill, Small Successâs combat ability skyrocketed to another tier. That sudden fierce blow managed to make the Fang-Edged Blood Tigerâs head buzz and knocked its massive head off to the side.
Escaping the tigerâs jaws, the beastâs enormous body scraped past Small Successâs chest like a speeding car.
Under the tremendous impact, the iron armor on Small Successâs chest made a muffled sound, and cracks began to surface.
The penetrating force reversed Small Successâs qi and blood, causing him to vomit blood. The aura that had been enhanced by the Boiling Blood Pill began showing signs of waning.
"Lord Qian! If you donât strike now, what are you waiting for?!"
Though Small Success wasnât in immediate danger of losing his life, the successive injuries had halved his combat capabilities. If Qian Jin didnât act quickly, their group was bound for catastrophe.
The power unleashed by Small Success in a life-and-death moment had been formidable, and his strike had hit squarely around the Fang-Edged Blood Tigerâs eye socket. This blow almost gave the beast a concussion.
When the Fang-Edged Blood Tiger landed, its head buzzed furiously. Struggling to balance itself, even its steps staggeredâevidence of the lingering impact from the blow.
"What an opportunity!"
From the shadows, Qian Jin revealed himself, clutching a pair of steel forks about sixty to seventy centimeters long.
The steel forks gleamed with a chilling light, clearly no ordinary weapons.
Though Qian Jin was portly and plump, he was remarkably nimble for his size.
A faint flicker of fire danced beneath his feet as his speed soared. In mere moments, he was already behind the Fang-Edged Blood Tiger.
Qian Jinâs movements were lightning-fast, and with the tiger disoriented, it had no chance to react.
The steel forks in Qian Jinâs hands brutally stabbed into the base of the tigerâs tail in an inverted V-shape.
The bones of blood-infused beasts were tempered by monstrous blood, granting them exceptional durability. Take the Fang-Edged Blood Tiger, for instanceâits fur couldnât be harmed by regular blades, and most of its bones were incredibly tough, far exceeding the resilience of Bronze Bone Level humans.
However, the battle-experienced Qian Jin knew exactly where to target. The area he struck lacked bone, and even the fur there was unusually soft.
The two steel forks sank effortlessly into the spot, leaving only the handles exposed.
"Hiss!"
Witnessing this, everyone present instinctively felt a chill at their backs, and even tightened their sphincters protectively.
"Roar!"
The searing pain instantly ripped through the Fang-Edged Blood Tiger like lightning. The piercing agony made the beastâs roar veer into a distorted pitch.
Landing his strike, Qian Jin couldnât resist licking his lips, exposing a twisted grin.
"Shwack!"
Qian Jin suddenly exerted force with both hands. Taking advantage of the tigerâs momentary lapse, he pressed the steel forks down another ten centimeters before yanking them out sharply.
The steel forks werenât ordinaryâthey were customized.
Instead of a cylindrical shape, the fork shafts had been deliberately sharpened into ridges, each edge smooth and razor-like. Under Qian Jinâs maneuver, the tigerâs rear was torn open into a grotesque gash, and upon withdrawal, a fountain of blood erupted violently.
"Huff... Roar... Huff... Roar..."
The sheer pain fractured the Fang-Edged Blood Tigerâs cries into broken growls, intermixed with haunting wails.
Just as Qian Jin prepared to follow up with another attack, the tigerâs fur abruptly bristled, transforming into a tiger-like porcupine.
"Roar!"
A deafening howl reverberated, shaking the air. Waves of sound rippled visibly, stunning everyone, including Qian Jin, momentarily.
The tigerâs enormous eyes now glowed a solid crimson, its pupils completely swallowed by the red hue. Locking its gaze on Qian Jin, he felt an icy dread sweep over him, making his hair stand on end.
"Not good! This beast is going berserk!"
Qian Jin muttered urgently before retreating to create distance, activating his Shadow Concealment Skill to vanish once more.
Qian Jinâs assault had stripped the Fang-Edged Blood Tiger of any remaining sanity. Now, only one thought consumed its mindâkill these wretched two-legged creatures!
Deprived of its target, the tiger began indiscriminate carnage, its massive frame lunging at the Black Sand Gangâs ranks.
With one swipe of its powerful claws, the tiger instantly pinned down a Blood Refining RealmâSmall Success-level fighter.
Despite its large claws, the tigerâs movements were astoundingly nimble. It grabbed the manâs leg with one paw and his head with the other. With a sudden force, the man was torn apartâhis head separated from his body as blood splattered everywhere.
"Charge! Itâs just a cornered beast fighting for its life!" Qian Jin barked orders from the shadows.