(Special thanks to fan Fantasy Enchantress for the generous reward—respect to the Sect Leader!)
Tyrian, the Skyfiend Tiger, was now completely enraged. Roars like thunder echoed through the valley, his massive tiger eyes flashing with terrifying ferocity—the full wildness of a monster beast unleashed.
Goldwing was struggling more and more, his feathers scattering everywhere. The blood of both monster beasts had already dyed the ground red, even starting to flow, and the stench of blood spread quickly through the air with the raging energy storm. It was a truly terrifying scene—like rivers of blood.
"Boss, run! This tiger's gone completely berserk!" Goldwing shouted. Tyrian’s flesh was torn open in many places, but he didn’t care at all. Trading injury for injury, his fighting style left Goldwing seriously wounded as well.
Evan Chu was shocked at Goldwing's words. If he left, Goldwing would become Tyrian’s prey for sure. Goldwing might be a monster beast, and they hadn’t known each other long, but he was willing to risk his life to fight Tyrian for Evan’s sake. Evan knew he could never repay such loyalty.
There was no way Evan could abandon him and run. "Old Gold, hang in there—I'm coming to help!"
Evan finished speaking and charged forward in a blur, but stopped about five meters away from the battling beasts. Heart Sword’s power wasn’t enough to seriously injure Tyrian—the only move he could rely on now was that plain, unremarkable slash.
He drew the Frostbane Sword from his storage ring, steadied his mind, and madly circulated Chaos Qi, slowly channeling it into Frostbane before swinging it outward.
Sword-light erupted from Frostbane, nearly two meters long. As Evan brought the blade down, it slashed straight toward Tyrian’s body.
This was Evan’s strongest attack so far, and it consumed the most Chaos Qi—almost a third of his total reserves. He’d started with less than sixty percent; now only thirty percent remained, enough for maybe one more strike.
The two-meter sword-light flashed and vanished. Tyrian might have been fighting recklessly, but he still saw it coming. He was stunned that Evan could unleash such a long sword-glow technique.
Even Goldwing felt that Evan’s move was extraordinary. The air crackled all around, and the raging energy storm couldn’t get within three feet of the sword-light—it shot straight toward Tyrian.
If Tyrian was struck by that sword-qi, the damage would be severe. He instantly gave up attacking Goldwing, whipping his massive tiger claws to create a powerful wave of force, meeting Evan’s sword-qi head-on.
But sword-qi forged from Chaos Qi was far beyond what that airwave could withstand. The collision erupted with booming blasts, stalemating for three seconds before the sword-qi pierced through and struck Tyrian directly.
"Aargh!" Tyrian let out a sky-shaking roar—he was wounded, hurt by Evan’s seemingly ordinary slash.
A bloody hole about a meter wide opened up in his abdomen, flesh torn and mangled, tiger blood gushing out like a fountain, his internal organs clearly visible.
This was probably the worst injury Tyrian had ever suffered—and at the hands of a human he’d considered an ant. The humiliation was unbearable; even if he died, he had to kill this ant!
Goldwing seized the moment, his massive talons clamping onto Tyrian’s abdominal wound and ripping it open even wider—more than double its original size.
Tyrian howled in pain again, but his enormous tiger tail smashed Goldwing with full force. That tail strike carried nearly all of Tyrian’s remaining strength.
Driven by agony, Tyrian put everything he had into the blow. Goldwing’s huge body was flung dozens of meters, crashing to the ground and not getting up for a long time.
Goldwing had burned through most of his starforce and was already weaker than Tyrian. Fighting Tyrian head-on had left him gravely wounded, and that last full-powered tail sweep was just piling injury on injury—he had no strength left to fight.
Evan was shocked—he hadn’t expected Tyrian to be so fearsome even while seriously wounded. He instantly used Shifting Position to rush to Goldwing’s side and asked:
"Old Gold, how are you holding up?"
"Boss, I can’t fight anymore. You need to be careful—if you can run, do it while you still can!" Goldwing said weakly.
Tyrian roared, "None of you are escaping today! Goldfur, looks like you’re at your last gasp. Your inner core is mine!"
Then he glared at Evan and said, "Kid, I didn’t expect you to have such a powerful attack. Tiger Grandpa really underestimated you. Now your death will be even more miserable!" With that, he charged straight at Evan and Goldwing.
"You’re not qualified to take Grandpa’s life, you sick cat! Take this!" Evan instantly unleashed his Wind Over the World technique, attacking Tyrian.
At the same time, he shouted, "Old Gold, get out of here! I’ve got a way to deal with him!"
But Wind Over the World’s power was nothing but a tickle to Tyrian. Except for his wounded spots, the rest of his body was basically invulnerable—his physical toughness was terrifying.
Evan knew full well that a head-on fight with Tyrian was suicide. The only chance was to hit him with a killer move when he least expected it.
Goldwing managed to stand up, letting out a pained cry before spreading his wings and struggling to fly off into the distance.
Tyrian wanted to chase him, but the lowly human before him was now his most hated target—Evan had dealt him a heavy wound, and even if Goldwing escaped, Tyrian could always track him down later.
With his current injuries, Tyrian wouldn’t recover anytime soon. He instantly shifted into human form and swung a fist at Evan’s attack.
Evan tried to retreat as Tyrian transformed, but Tyrian’s attack was so fierce that even after backing off five meters, Evan was still blasted away by the force of his punch, landing several meters away.
Evan felt like his whole body was about to fall apart from the pain. Looking down, he saw his chest bones had actually fractured—just another blow in an already desperate situation. He couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Kid, how do you like Tiger Grandpa’s fist? Didn’t expect you to still be standing—impressive! Try another one!" Tyrian said, readying another punch.
Enduring the agony, Evan quickly channeled the energy branded in him by the Bloodshadow Berserker Lion into his arm. If he wanted to kill Tyrian, this was his only chance.
As Tyrian’s punch came flying, Evan roared, "Sick cat, taste Grandpa’s Lion Spirit Fist!" and hurled his own fist forward with thunderous force to meet Tyrian’s attack…
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