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Chapter 573 - 569 Dragon vs. Tiger

Chapter 573: Chapter 569 Dragon vs. Tiger

The Taotie and Tiger King wrestled, their strength evenly matched. Fang Xiaocao even noticed an expression of shock on the Tiger King’s face—something it had no business showing.

After roughly a minute of stalemate, the Tiger King realized it could not defeat the Taotie in terms of sheer power.

A cruel glimmer flashed in the Tiger King’s eyes.

The next second!

With a sudden motion, the Tiger King opened its massive, gory jaws.

Its dagger-like fangs shimmered coldly under the pale moonlight, emitting a bone-chilling radiance.

In that instant, a stench so pungent it could curdle milk spewed forth, forcing its way into the Taotie’s nostrils.

The kind of foulness that screamed "never brushed its teeth in this lifetime"—so rank it nearly made the Taotie, notorious for its heavy tastes, gag.

"Shit, biochemical weaponry?!"

The Taotie muttered curses under its breath.

Its gaze fixed on the Tiger King’s maw growing ever larger in its field of view.

The Taotie did not doubt for a second that if the Tiger King succeeded, that enormous mouth would absolutely crush its head.

Tiger King: Watch how I perform a headshot for my dear viewers.

The Taotie’s eyes flashed with a similar ferocity.

"You wanna blow my head off, huh?"

The Taotie let out a cold laugh.

The next second!

Lowering itself agilely, the Taotie released its grip on the Tiger King’s paws and instead wrapped both arms around the Tiger King’s waist.

"Up you go!"

The Taotie let out a furious roar.

It heaved the Tiger King—whose weight could easily be measured in tons—off the ground.

Then, with a violent motion, performed a backward slam.

With its massive head directed downward, the Tiger King was slammed against the earth, stunned and seeing stars.

It forgot to retaliate.

The Taotie, however, had no intention of letting the Tiger King off the hook.

It released its grip from the Tiger King’s waist, straddled its body, and let loose a barrage of iron fists—each punch faster and heavier than the last—pummeling the Tiger King relentlessly.

Each blow echoed with muffled "thud thud" sounds like a war drum.

Witnessing this scene, Fang Xiaocao couldn’t help but muse to himself: Wu Song’s legendary tiger fight? Well, this ain’t much different.

Roar—

The utterly dazed Tiger King finally regained its senses, letting out a thunderous roar that pierced the skies.

Swish—

Its tail lashed out like a whip, aiming squarely at the Taotie.

The Taotie somehow seemed to have eyes on its back.

A flicker of cold light sparked in its gaze.

Swiftly, it leaped off the Tiger King’s body.

With an acrobatic backflip, it landed further away.

During the flip, the Taotie even managed to grab hold of the Tiger King’s tail.

Smack—

The tail struck the Taotie’s hand, leaving a sharp red welt on its skin.

"Ha!"

The Taotie growled lowly.

With veins bulging from its arms, it clenched the Tiger King’s tail tightly, using the full explosive force of its steel-like eight-pack abs.

With an over-the-shoulder throw, it hurled the enormous Tiger King into the air.

The Tiger King, flung by the Taotie, soared dozens of meters high.

And collided violently against a massive pine tree—thick enough to require two people to encircle it.

Crack—

The sound of splintering wood echoed.

The two-person-thick pine tree was snapped cleanly by the Tiger King’s impact.

The Tiger King seemed visibly hurt, letting out a pitiable cry as it scrambled to its feet, a little disheveled.

Its frosty, unforgiving gaze locked onto the Taotie, baring its jagged fangs menacingly.

The Tiger King was furious after being beaten so badly by the Taotie.

Irritated beyond containment, its entire body seemed to inflate by two sizes.

The already towering Tiger King looked more enormous now, its tail thrashing back and forth.

With every flick, it resembled a whip—a sharp, whistling sound accompanying each snap.

Hearing the high-pitched boom of its tail swishing around, Fang Xiaocao instinctively shrank back slightly.

A tail strike from the Tiger King? That wouldn’t feel good, no matter how you sliced it.

The Tiger King glared at the Taotie, and the Taotie stared right back, a cold smile tugging at its lips as it observed the Tiger King, now puffed up in rage.

The Taotie straightened its posture, brushing the marks etched into the specialized bullet-proof light armor covering its chest.

The marks had been left by the Tiger King’s claws during their brief earlier exchange.

This armor was crafted to withstand even close-range AK bullets with minimal damage—its defensive properties astonishing.

The specific heavy-duty variant the Taotie wore was worth a fortune, capable of even withstanding sniper rounds.

Yet even such a robust armor had been scratched by the Tiger King’s single swipe. Though the armor hadn’t been torn through, the Taotie was still deeply impressed.

"Interesting!"

The Taotie murmured.

Its gaze lingered on the Tiger King, whose entire being radiated a fierce desire to attack.

The Taotie narrowed its eyes. The real fight for life and death was about to commence.

The risk-laden skirmish earlier? Nothing but a warm-up of mutual probing.

The Tiger King hadn’t gone all-out, but then again, neither had the Taotie.

Glancing at the Tiger King’s razor-sharp claws and fangs, the Taotie knew it’d be at a great disadvantage fighting it bare-handed.

The Taotie—a fierce renegade known for its reckless bravado—had never tolerated being taken advantage of.

Especially in combat, where it was always the one pulling tricks and gaining the upper hand. When had it ever come out on the losing side?

Cracking its neck audibly, the Taotie beckoned to Tom: "Little Tom, toss me the weapon. Later tonight we’re upgrading dinner—I’ll get you some tiger meat to nourish yourself."

Hearing the Taotie’s remark, Tom’s eyes went wide.

He gaped at the Taotie in astonishment.

"Little Tom?"

"Me?"

Tom pointed a finger at his own nose in confusion.

"Precisely!"

"I’m talking about you."

"Hurry up, bring me the weapon."

The Taotie replied cheerfully.

"He’s calling you a eunuch."

Seeing Tom fail to pick up on the subtext, Fang Xiaocao interjected languidly, clearly enjoying the moment.

His tone practically dripped with schadenfreude.

Tom, who had studied history and knew well what eunuchs were, was completely thrown: "Me?"

"A eunuch?"

The revelation left Tom once again astounded.

How did he at all resemble a eunuch?

Had anyone ever seen such a handsome eunuch?

Seeing Tom’s baffled expression, Fang Xiaocao chuckled wickedly, skipping over any further elaboration. Instead, he shot a meaningful glance at Mantis.

Mantis understood instantly, nodding in acknowledgment.

Grabbing the hilt of the Strange Dagger casually stabbed into the ground, Mantis summoned his strength and managed to wrench it free, hurling it towards the Taotie like a javelin.

The Taotie tracked the Strange Dagger’s trajectory casually, reaching out to catch the weapon effortlessly.

Roar—

At that same moment, the Tiger King made its move.

A deafening roar heralded its attack, akin to a bugle announcing battle.

Dragons ride the clouds; tigers follow the winds!

Like a storm, the Tiger King charged at the Taotie.

Its survival instincts screamed at it: under no circumstances should the Taotie be allowed to grab hold of that metallic rod.

Allowing that would put it in fatal danger.

Confronted by the charging Tiger King, the Taotie’s expression remained calm, as though it had long anticipated this sudden assault.

Rolling clumsily on the ground like a lazy donkey—a move embarrassingly inelegant—the Taotie nimbly avoided the Tiger King’s snap and simultaneously secured the Strange Dagger.

Rising to its feet, the Taotie wielded the Strange Dagger confidently, facing the Tiger King head-on: "Big Cat, ready to become tonight’s dinner yet?"

Roar—

The Tiger King seemed to understand the Taotie’s taunt.

Its roar reached a fever pitch as it leaped at the Taotie once more, seemingly eager to sacrifice itself. The Taotie responded only with an icy smirk; the moment it wielded the Strange Dagger, the Tiger King’s life had definitively entered its countdown.

The Tiger King was powerful indeed, equipped with superlative strength, but it fell short of Fang Xiaocao’s exaggerated expectations. Without a decent weapon, the Taotie might have struggled to best the frenzied Tiger King.

But with the legendary "King of Cold Weapons"—the Strange Dagger—in hand, the Tiger King’s demise would be inevitable!

As the Tiger King charged forward, the Taotie stood motionless.

Expressionless, it faced the advancing predator.

Yet, at the very instant the Tiger King entered its striking range, the Taotie swung its Strange Dagger with a sudden and ferocious motion...