Everyone was tense, watching their surroundings warily; the atmosphere was unusually tense.
Zhang Baiyun shouted loudly, "Everyone, be careful! Pay close attention to your surroundings!"
"Chen Feng, let's each deal with one wild beast. We need to be quick and try to kill them as soon as possible!"
After saying that, Zhang Baiyun flashed out of the camp like an arrow and instantly stood in front of a huge wild beast with sharp fangs.
At the same time, Chen Feng turned to Zhou Ping and shouted, "Brother Ping, come with me!"
Zhou Ping nodded without hesitation and rushed out alongside Chen Feng, quickly stopping another wild beast that was going berserk.
However, when Chen Feng took a closer look at the wild beast, he was shocked – it turned out to be a seventh-grade black-spotted tiger!
Its eyes were bloodshot, and it kept emitting low roars, clearly having fallen into a state of extreme frenzy.
"Big brother! I'm here. Let me lend you a hand!" Zhang Qingyun's eyes were like torches as he stared intently at Chen Feng and Zhou Ping, who were engaged in a fierce battle with a ferocious beast.
The two enormous, mottled black-spotted tigers had exposed fangs and bloodshot eyes, exuding a chilling aura.
They pounced on Chen Feng and Zhou Ping with ferocious force, each attack generating powerful gusts of wind.
Without hesitation, Zhang Qingyun leaped out of the camp, his agile movements sending him hurtling towards his elder brother's location like an arrow released from a bow.
He gripped a long sword tightly in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
At this moment, Chen Feng was wielding a long sword, engaging in a fierce battle with the male black-spotted tiger.
Zhou Ping, holding a long spear, stood by, waiting for the best opportunity to attack.
However, despite their excellent teamwork, the black-spotted tiger was powerful and agile, and they were unable to subdue it for a while.
"howl--"
All that could be heard was a furious roar that reverberated through the sky. The maddened black-spotted tiger was like a thunder god descending to earth, its voice deafening, as if it wanted to tear the entire mountain forest apart.
Their roars, like thunderclaps, echoed through the valley, startling a flock of night birds roosting in the surrounding woods. They fluttered their wings in panic, emitting a series of terrified cries, before fleeing in all directions like headless flies.
However, Zhang Baiyun and Chen Feng showed no fear in the face of such a ferocious and violent black-spotted tiger.
They both shouted at the same time, their auras suddenly erupting, and powerful energy surged continuously from their bodies.
In an instant, light flashed and energy surged, actually managing to withstand the fierce attack of the two black-spotted tigers.
Moreover, they gradually gained the upper hand and firmly suppressed the two terrifying beasts.
Meanwhile, Zhang Qingyun and Zhou Ping were also busy.
Taking advantage of the moment when Black Tiger was held back by Zhang Baiyun and Chen Feng, they quickly launched their operation, cooperating seamlessly with each other.
Zhang Qingyun flashed, appearing behind the black-spotted tiger like a ghost. His long sword flashed with cold light as he thrust it fiercely towards the tiger's hind leg.
Zhou Ping leaped high into the air, gripping his broadsword tightly with both hands, and used the momentum of his fall to slash fiercely at the black-spotted tiger's back.
Their attacks were as fast as lightning and as fierce as a storm, giving the black-spotted tiger no chance to catch its breath.
In that faraway place, on a small hill about three kilometers away from the White Cloud Hunting Group's camp, the members of the Black Soil Hunting Group were quietly gathering.
They lurked in the darkness, as if they had become one with the night.
At the head of this group stood a burly man with a full beard.
He gripped an advanced night vision device tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed intently on the direction of the White Cloud Hunting Group's camp.
When he saw the scene through the lens, a look of shock involuntarily appeared on his face.
"This...when exactly did such a powerful figure emerge in the White Cloud Hunting Group? And he's even a peak seventh-grade martial artist!"
The bearded man muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief.
He turned to his subordinates beside him, his brow furrowed slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Have you ever heard of this young man?"
"Boss, look at those three slightly immature faces over there. They're not from the White Cloud Hunting Group!"
After careful observation, I found that I only vaguely recognized the one standing next to Zhang Baiyun. This person's name is Zhang Qingyun, and he is a third-year student at the War God Martial Arts University.
It must be because it was during the holidays that he temporarily returned and joined the hunting party.
The speaker was thin and was squinting, staring intently at the three people not far away, reporting the situation to the leader.
At this moment, a martial artist who looked like a middle-aged woman in the crowd spoke up and guessed: "In my opinion, the remaining two young men might be Zhang Qingyun's classmates and friends."
Perhaps influenced by his enthusiastic invitation, they came here this summer vacation hoping to hone their skills and improve their strength through practical training.
As she spoke, she nodded thoughtfully, as if she were very confident in her conjecture.
Everyone stared intently ahead, their eyes sharp, afraid of missing any detail.
The two black-spotted tigers were agile and had sharp fangs. Each of their pounces was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound and astonishing power.
Standing opposite them were Zhang Baiyun and that young, peak seventh-rank martial artist.
Liu Heitu's face was ashen, and his narrow eyes flashed with a cold light. He said coldly, "Everyone keep a close eye on them! Watch carefully to see if this black-spotted tiger has the ability to hurt the two of them."
If Zhang Baiyun and that young peak seventh-rank martial artist are injured, hehe... we can take this opportunity to strike and seize all their hard-earned gains!
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him echoed his words, indicating that they would obey his orders.
However, at that moment, another young rank 8 martial artist suddenly spoke up.
The martial artist was tall and handsome, but his expression was very solemn at the moment.
He looked at Liu Heitu and slowly said, "Boss, I do recognize that young man at the peak of the seventh rank."
Liu Heitu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then turned his head and stared at the martial artist, asking, "Oh? You actually know him? Tell me about it."
His name is Chen Feng, and he was my classmate and good friend in high school. I think back to two years ago, when he was full of vigor and successfully entered the prestigious Wilderness Martial Arts University.
Who could have predicted that time would fly by, and in just two short years, he would have grown into a powerful seventh-rank peak martial artist!
The young man standing next to him was named Zhou Ping, who was also my classmate. The two of them were the closest of friends; they were inseparable and extremely close.
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