Adrenaline gives me plenty of energy, but it doesn't cause hallucinations like drugs, so my mind is very clear.

Although I had mentally prepared myself for half a day before coming down, I still felt my heart pound when I actually saw that tiger.

This tiger is different from the captive tigers you see in zoos. It's as big and strong as a calf, and roughly weighs four or five hundred pounds.

Tigers of this size are rarely seen these days.

Although I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, I can only bully ordinary people who don't have much skill. If I encounter an opponent who is not particularly strong, I can put up a fight even if I try my best.

But if you really asked me to fight a tiger one-on-one, that's just pure nonsense!

If I really had Wu Song's skills, I wouldn't have been captured by the people of Fengmen Village.

And so, the ambitions I had just built up crumbled instantly.

A hero who fights tigers with chicken feathers—let whoever wants to do it do it!

In this situation, I know I can't escape now; a direct confrontation would be like an ant trying to shake a tree.

I'm a person living in modern society. You're asking me to fight a tiger that weighs several hundred pounds while naked? Isn't that just like a mouse licking a cat's ass?

After much deliberation, a surprise attack seems to be the safest option.

After making up my mind, I swam a distance into the depths of the pool, and then, like a crocodile, quietly poked my head out of the water.

The tiger on the shore was attracted by the smell of blood. It ran to the clothes I had taken off, sniffed them, and then licked the blood off them. Suddenly, it let out a deafening roar.

I was soaking in the water, looking at the raging behemoth on the shore, when I felt a churning in my stomach. I didn't know if it was from the cold water or from an uncomfortable physiological reaction caused by extreme fear.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, the tiger began to patrol the shore, sniffing the air frantically, trying to find its hidden prey.

The beast thrashed about on the shore for five or six minutes, and only when it realized it really couldn't find any prey did it stop and walk towards the pool.

I saw the tiger move, so I dived underwater and swam towards the shore.

When I approached the water, the tiger, exhausted from its struggle, was drinking water by the riverbank, its tongue creating ripples on the surface.

I was underwater, and I could clearly see its silhouette swaying with the water's reflection.

"Splash!"

After I pinpointed the tiger's location, I suddenly emerged from the water and swung my axe down at its massive head.

I used all my strength to try and kill the tiger in one blow, leaving no future trouble.

But I clearly underestimated the feline's reaction speed. Almost the instant I raised my hand, the tiger leaped backward with an agility that was completely out of proportion to its size, and roared at me.

"ah!!"

I yelled back and charged at it, axe in hand.

It is said that ghosts are afraid of evil people, but through today's incident, I have discovered that not only ghosts, but even wild beasts are afraid of evil people.

"roar!"

The tiger was startled by my sudden attack and instead of pouncing, it turned and ran away.

Taking advantage of the chaos, I rushed to the tiger's side, raised the axe in my hand, and swung it at its back.

"Pfft!"

The axe left a wound on the tiger, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Aww!"

The tiger, in pain, instinctively turned around and slapped me with its paw.

Seeing its movements, I immediately grabbed the axe with both hands, trying to raise it to block the attack, but I clearly underestimated the tiger's strength.

Although I had encountered bears and wolf packs in the Far East before, we were always armed with guns back then. I had never directly confronted wild animals in a physical fight.

"Bang!"

Although the tiger's paw struck the axe handle, it also sent me flying two or three meters away.

As I rolled on the ground, I still gripped the axe tightly with both hands, for it was my only tool for survival.

When I stopped, the tiger had already charged at me, and my hands were torn and covered in blood from the blows I had just taken.

Seeing the tiger pounce on me, I was about to get up and fight again, but it slapped me with its paw and sent me tumbling. Before I could react, I was already pinned down.

I thought I could put up a good fight against the tiger, but when we actually started fighting, I realized it was a one-sided crushing defeat.

Faced with the absolute power of such a beast, all schemes and tricks are futile.

The tiger pinned me down, its gaping maw aimed straight for my throat.

I used all my strength to hold the axe handle horizontally, blocking the tiger's mouth, but it just tilted its head and flung the axe out of my hand.

This guy's strength is terrifying!

This is something that humans simply cannot contend with.

In less than twenty seconds, I was completely outmatched. When I saw the tiger lunging at me again, I instinctively closed my eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a warm sensation spread across my cheeks.

I initially thought it was tiger saliva, but the pungent smell of blood told me it was blood.

Is this what it feels like when a person dies?

Without pain, will one's thoughts remain frozen in the last second before death?

The intense sense of oppression made it hard for me to breathe.

I opened my eyes, and there was a huge tiger's head in front of me.

The blood on my face was spurting from its mouth.

Behind the tiger stood a person.

He is a super strong man who is nearly 1.9 meters tall.

Before I could figure out what was going on, the guy had already grabbed the tiger by the scruff of its neck.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

This guy actually managed to lift a tiger weighing several hundred pounds off me with one hand.

Although it wasn't picked up and thrown down, the fact that it could be done to this extent with one hand is quite impressive.

"Gulp!"

The burly man tossed the still-convulsing tiger aside, stepped on its corpse, pulled out the knife that had pierced the back of its head, and looked at me coldly: "Get up, come with me."

My mind was blank after the fight with the tiger. Looking at this unfamiliar, burly man, my thoughts stopped: "Who are you?"

The burly man glanced at me and said, "My name is Bull Head, and I'm Snake Sister's bodyguard. Come with me; Snake Sister wants to see you."

Hearing the bull's response, I breathed a sigh of relief: "Snake Sister, is it the beautiful snake?"

"You'll know when you see me."

Niu Tou wiped the blood off his knife on the tiger's body: "You're lucky. As far as I know, you're the second person to walk out of the tiger's prison alive."

I followed Minotaur through the pain and asked, "So even if I had killed that tiger, I wouldn't have been able to leave alive, right?"

Niu Tou glanced at me sideways: "Fengmen Village keeps dozens of tigers. If you kill one, you let another in. How many can you kill?"

After hearing what Niu Tou said, I was shocked: "Are the people who went out earlier still alive?"

Niu Tou nodded: "The last prisoner to walk out of Tiger Prison was me, but I'm not as trash as you. I was able to get out because I killed five tigers in a row. The people of Fengmen Village felt sorry for me, and Sister Snake also thought I was a talent and kept me by her side. This made me one of the few prisoners in Fengmen Village who could be pardoned as an exception."

"And what about me?"

I blinked and asked my savior, "Why did the beautiful snake let me go? Was it because I'm handsome and you got lustful?"

Upon hearing this, Bull Head turned and stared at me for a few seconds before saying very seriously, "Snake Sister doesn't like men like you."