Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down Zhou Shitou's forehead. His eyes were fixed on the tiger rushing towards him, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to burst through his chest.
His legs couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his heart was filled with fear.
But he knew very well that he could not retreat at this moment, and he relied on his tenacious willpower to steady his hands, drew the bow and arrow again, and the arrow moved with the movement of the tiger, and then "whoosh" shot out several arrows.
However, in this extremely tense atmosphere, his accuracy was greatly reduced, and the following arrows missed, with only one arrow narrowly hitting the tiger's front paw.
The tiger that was shot felt pain and raised its head to let out a louder and angrier roar, "Awoo--". Its eyes were instantly bloodshot, and its mane stood up, as if its whole body was burning with flames of anger. Then it increased its speed, its hooves flying in the wind, raising a cloud of dust, and its sharp claws were about to grab Zhou Shitou.
At this critical moment, Su Wenjun suddenly emerged from behind a huge rock.
He gritted his teeth, raised his sword high with both hands, his face flushed, veins bulging, and rushed towards the tiger desperately.
There was no fear in his eyes, only determination.
The moment he approached the tiger, he used all his strength, shouted loudly, and swung the sword fiercely towards the side of the tiger.
The big knife flashed a cold light in the air, making a whistling sound.
The tiger was distracted by the sudden attack. Its body twisted abruptly in the air, temporarily slowing down its attack on Zhou Shitou and turning to pounce on Su Wenjun.
It opened its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs. The hot air coming out of its mouth had a fishy smell, and it looked as if it wanted to swallow Su Wenjun in one gulp.
When Zhou Shitou saw the tiger turn around and pounce on Su Wenjun, he suppressed the fear and tension in his heart, quickly adjusted his breathing, placed his fingers firmly on the bowstring, and drew the bow again.
His eyes narrowed into slits, fixed on the tiger's heaving back, and adjusted the angle slightly as the tiger's body swayed.
At the moment when the tiger was about to pounce on Su Wenjun, he suddenly released the bowstring. With a "whoosh", the arrow shot out like lightning and hit the tiger's back accurately.
The arrow pierced deeply into the tiger's flesh. The tiger felt pain and its huge body shook violently. It let out an earth-shaking roar, "Awoo--". The sound echoed in the valley, scaring the surrounding trees to tremble and causing leaves to fall.
Uncle Hu carefully protected Lu Youan and evacuated him to a safe place.
Although Lu Youan looked pale, he remained calm, and his steps were hurried but steady.
Uncle Hu looked around vigilantly. After leading Lu Youan to a relatively safe valley, his eyes never left the people who were confronting the tiger in the distance.
Seeing that the situation over there was becoming more and more critical, Su Wenjun and Zhou Shitou were gradually falling into trouble. The tiger's attack became more and more fierce. Uncle Hu's brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, and he was in an inner struggle.
He knew very well that once he left, Lu Youan might encounter other dangers, but the life and death crisis of the people before him made him unable to sit idly by.
After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth, turned to look at Lawrence Lu, and said, "Young Master, I want to go over and help them. Their current situation is really dangerous, and I can't just stand by and watch."
Lawrence Lu nodded slightly, with a hint of worry and trust in his eyes, and said softly: “Go, be careful.”
Uncle Hu took a deep breath, gripped the weapon at his waist, turned around and ran towards the fierce battle like a cheetah.
Soon, Uncle Hu rushed into the battlefield like a gust of wind.
He was agile and light-footed. While the tiger's attention was distracted by Su Wenjun and Zhou Shitou, he kept his eyes on the tiger's every move. When the opportunity arose, he suddenly rushed towards the tiger.
He used the momentum of running to grab the tiger's back with both hands, kicked his legs hard, and climbed onto the tiger's back nimbly.
Uncle Hu rode on the tiger's back, his legs tightly clamped around the tiger's abdomen, and raised his huge fist high, like a sledgehammer, smashing it hard on the tiger's head.
"Bang! Bang!" Every punch was accompanied by a dull sound, and the tiger's head was shaken left and right.
Uncle Hu had a stern face and a firm look in his eyes. He showed no fear at all and punched the tiger's head with all his might. The ferocious force seemed to smash the tiger's head. After a while, the tiger was dizzy, its eyes full of confusion and pain, and its steps began to stagger.
Seeing this, the fear in the hearts of the others was immediately reduced a little. They mustered up their courage, picked up the hoes, swords, sickles and other tools around them, and rushed towards the tiger while shouting.
Although there was still a trace of fear in their eyes, it was more of a determination to fight for survival.
Everyone encouraged and cooperated with each other, holding hoes, sickles, and swords and smashing them hard at the tiger's neck and belly.
For a moment, the sounds of various weapons colliding with the tiger's body intertwined and echoed throughout the forest.
The tiger was in great pain from the attack from the crowd. It twisted its huge body desperately, trying to throw Uncle Hu off its back.
Its back rose and fell violently, and its four hooves kicked wildly, raising a cloud of dust.
Uncle Hu grabbed the tiger's fur tightly, his fingers sinking deeply into it. He gritted his teeth, steadied his body, and punched the tiger's neck several times.
It wasn't until the tiger's struggle weakened a little that he saw the right moment, flipped over and jumped off the tiger's back, landing steadily on the ground.
The others did not dare to stop for a moment, knowing that if they let their guard down, the tiger would launch a frenzied counterattack.
They continued to wave their weapons and attack the tiger, not giving it any chance to breathe.
Sweat soaked their clothes and their breathing became rapid and heavy, but their eyes remained firm, staring at the tiger, determined to fight a duel to the death with the king of the forest.
Although the tiger relied on its natural ferocity and wildness to charge left and right, it gradually became unable to hold on in the face of the concerted and unflinching siege of the crowd and showed obvious signs of fatigue.
Its movements became sluggish, and its originally deafening roar became weak and powerless. The multiple wounds on its body continued to bleed, staining the surrounding land crimson.
After a thrilling and fierce fight, everyone finally seized the moment when the tiger was exhausted and successfully subdued it together.
The tiger's huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.
After the tiger fell to the ground, there was a brief silence among the crowd, as if they couldn't believe the victory before them.
Then, there was a deafening cheer: "Wow, we killed the tiger!"
The voice was filled with relief at surviving the disaster and pride in defeating a powerful enemy.
Amid the cheers, Su Wenxuan anxiously pushed through the crowd and ran to Zhou Shitou regardless of everything.
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