Chapter 114: A Painful and Unnerving Battle

Yes, exhaustion. Even with the blessing of speed, you have to concentrate on dodging, which is the easiest way to tire your soul.

I feel like I need a good night’s sleep, and Silly Tiger needs a good night’s sleep too… if it weren’t for that monster, I would really choose to do that.

But the problem is that I can’t stop believing in myself. So when my mind tells me to delay, I delay. This time it tells me to attack, so I attack!

So, I plunged down without hesitation… I saw the cold light in the monster’s eyes. This act of provocation and interference with its magic clearly provoked its great anger… it gave me a tragic ‘lesson’.

In the extremely fast exchange just now… I fell to the ground with a thud… Although I was in a soul state, I couldn’t feel the pain of this fall. Although I was in a soul state, I wouldn’t die because I was caught and “flesh” was taken away… because that flesh was just a manifestation, it was actually my soul power, and it hadn’t hurt my soul core.

But if this continues, after my spiritual power is weakened by being ‘grabbed’ over and over again, I really won’t be able to protect my soul core.

At this speed, it’s getting faster and faster…

So, I began to feel sorry for Silly Tiger… I really did, but the consciousness coming from Silly Tiger was still full of trust, and even when I took the initiative to attack and “look for death,” there was not the slightest doubt.

At this time, I hated myself for being so powerless… and at the same time, I hated myself for not being able to resist.

The monster circled above me once, then stopped… It looked like it was going to cast a spell… I don’t know why I knew it was going to cast a spell.

I had never experienced such a state before. I felt like I was schizophrenic, and I strongly denied it, but I also relied on my inexplicable will.

It was a mental torture of extreme pain.

But the thought kept telling me to stand up and keep attacking… If you don’t want to die, you need time now, stand up, stand up… keep attacking.

I stood up unsteadily. I don’t know why, but I subconsciously looked back at ‘me’ (Sihu) and was shocked! I couldn’t find a single piece of good meat over one meter long. It was all scars, densely packed scratches.

And there were dozens of places on his body that were ripped open… In the deepest places, you could faintly see the white bones, where the flesh had been torn off! And the majestic wings, made up of countless small swirling winds, had also begun to fall apart.

In fact, I had sensed it before, that Silly Tiger’s speed had slowed down… but not to the point where it was like before, allowing the monster to attack at will.

I just thought that Silly Tiger’s repeated evasion annoyed the monster, and it chose to use its own magic. Otherwise, shouldn’t the most correct thing to do be to delay with me, and then finally defeat me when my magic fails?

However, I glanced at the monster and felt that its eyes were a little bit wary, but its gaze was on me, who was calmly sitting. It was wary of Shitu, but not of me? What was it wary of me for? Its magic? In fact, according to its abilities, even the thunder spell would be helpless against it. Not to mention that it was sure to use its speed to injure me before the lightning struck it, I don’t know if it had any other secret countermeasures.

What is it that it fears about me? However, for some reason, I looked at the calm me, and I felt that the inexplicable aura that emanated from me would make people wary.

Keep attacking, keep attacking… What’s the point of doing useless things like this? Fighting is brutal, and you don’t even need to feel sorry for yourself… In this one backward movement, I thought a lot, but was strongly rebuked by my own will.

I had to admit that this rebuke was justified. Fighting is like this. Even you don’t need to feel sorry for yourself. Bleeding, pain, and even death are all destined to be accepted in a fight. What is the point of useless emotions?

But, continue to attack? What is the difference between continuing to attack and dying? A strong sense of guilt welled up in my heart… but the response was still the same as before, Shatu’s unwavering trust. I even felt that this method was basically like sacrificing Shatu and delaying the time.

But once again, I was too weak to resist myself… and I still charged at the monster…

My soul was once again shaken to the ground… My behavior had thoroughly angered the monster, and I received the most painful lesson since we first met. This time… I felt my soul was about to fall apart. I felt that Silly Tiger, the demon spirit that had accompanied me for more than 30 years, was on the verge of collapse for the first time, because I had protected it well in the past.

My wind wings were about to scatter… I was too weak to stand up, and the monster stopped again this time, and began to cast spells non-stop… Perhaps this choice was because it was afraid that my wind wings would not scatter and did not want to play the chase game with me again, but I knew very well that the bigger reason was that it was afraid of me, the one sitting cross-legged and doing God knows what.

I looked at that me, who was now pressing a mysterious hand gesture, because it was also me. I immediately realized that this hand gesture was the reason for the rapid recovery of my soul power… a hand gesture that forcibly transforms the power of heaven and earth into my own soul power!

The price is that it will hurt the core of the soul, that is, the three souls and seven spirits… In short, the more it is transformed, the greater the damage. The reason for drinking that kind of wine is to make up for such damage.

That me was so calm, and I had a faint sense of disdain in my heart… Disdain for my own abilities, and how much of the land and sky can be transformed into spiritual power? Even if I can’t withstand the damage caused by the secret technique, let alone a pot of barely acceptable tonic wine.

This is a good thing, but my own thoughts make it seem like it’s not something to be happy about at all. I find myself hating myself a little, and all these thoughts are showing how awkward I am.

I thought that was the end of the mission for Shatu… but I didn’t expect that I would have another unwavering thought in my heart. I stood up and continued to attack!

Why? Why did I have such a thought? Wasn’t this going to kill Shitu? Once again, there was only one outcome for Shitu, and that was death!

Silly Tiger and I are closer than brothers, so why would I let him die? At this point, the remaining wind wings were already faint and fragmented, and they looked even worse than nothing.

I was now certain that the monster’s spell was only aimed at the me sitting cross-legged. It seemed to know that Silly Tiger would try to stop it from harming me, so it used its magic to kill me in one go.

Sometimes, one has to trust the instincts of animals… Even if this is a monster in front of me, it is still an animal, isn’t it?

I don’t want to think about these messy things, but I subconsciously have a rebellious heart. I think these messy things are just to distract my own unwavering will and the will to attack.

But is this useful? No, the voice inside me is like overlapping waves, one wave is stronger than the next… Go, attack, one wrong move and you lose the whole game. In battle, all you need is tactics, strength and perseverance. Any emotions are useless and a drag!

Go, go, go… I was almost ready to burst… I really couldn’t resist myself, and I once again stood up shakily, while the will of the tiger itself was a kind of quiet without regret.

My heart ached so much that it almost bled, but I still chose to pounce on it again… My speed was not fast, and it was even a little faster than before I condensed my wind wings… I pounced in front of the monster, my heart bleeding, thinking that it was another stormy blow, and I even saw the tiger’s soul scattered, and my soul and willpower helplessly returned to their places.

But this time, the strange thing was that the monster didn’t attack me at all, but just let my tiger claws fall on its body. Compared to the power of its attacks, my tiger claws were so soft and gentle, but they were groundbreaking, leaving a little bit of a scar on it for the first time!

Is this possible? I was shocked… But why wouldn’t I take this opportunity? Once again, I raised my claws, endured the pain, and used almost all of my biting and sweeping skills to attack the monster.

Under such an attack, even if it is stronger than me, it will inevitably be injured… But just as I was overjoyed, the monster’s eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

Once again, just as it had done when it first appeared and attacked me, a strong sense of crisis exploded in my heart… another life-and-death crisis.

I also felt that this battle was probably nearing its end at this time!