C2 Hand-to-hand Fighting for Tigers

The last of the ancient imperial guards, led by Yang Wensheng, was completely wiped out in the battle at the altar.

Not a single one of the twenty thousand allied forces that had surrounded them had made it back alive.

This no longer mattered, the blood of countless soldiers was exchanged for a United Kingdom called the "new".

The capital city of this kingdom was built on top of the ancient capital city and was the center of the world.

A new country, a new world. The small tribes that had been insignificant were now like the sun in the sky. Those sordid, dirty deeds have been washed away by the flow of time. They are nobles now.

The former hegemon, the ancient race, had vanished after the first battle at the altar. The people of the ancient country became slaves of the new dynasty, forever becoming slaves, living as human slaves and dying as ghost slaves.

When the new kingdom was established, it was somewhere between terrifying and terrifying. They massacred everyone with cultivation bases in the ancient country, collecting all their cultivation techniques and seizing all their resources. It was forbidden to cultivate in the ancient country.

Five thousand years. With a flick of a finger, the descendants of ancient countries were at the bottom of the dynasty. All day long, he had struggled to survive the whipping blows.

They were the ones who built the imperial city's glorious palaces, and they were the ones who mined the mountainous piles of ore. The gorgeous clothes were also made by them. However, they lived in dark, damp pits, and apart from the most life-sustaining food, they had nothing but the tinkling chains on their bodies.

The new kingdom seemed to be bustling with activity, singing and dancing. They had rebuilt the capital. A colosseum capable of accommodating 100,000 people was built at the original location of the altar.

The circular beast battle arena was also taller than the altar. A round wall enclosed a part of the sky. A black longsword was hanging in the air.

The holy land from before was now outside the capital. This place had a new name: Wood City. They lived amongst the ordinary citizens of the imperial capital. Of course, this sort of commonality was relative to the imperial city. The other inhabitants of the kingdom called the people of Wood City nobles.

At the very bottom of the colosseum was a group of people. They were the descendants of the ancient kingdom's army, and people called them the 'beast children'. Each batch of three hundred was locked up in the iron prison. Only death awaited them, fighting the beasts and dying one by one.

The only value of their deaths was the cold and numb smiles of the nobles in the stands.

Their only hope after being deprived of everything was to look up at the sky, as long as they could eat a piece of raw meat after defeating the ferocious beasts. They all knew the purpose of the floating sword. For the sake of torturing them, who were unarmed and didn't know any martial arts techniques, The second reason was to kill off the remaining members of the ancient country who were unwilling to give up.

Five thousand years had passed, yet it still remained indifferent to the deaths of so many under the godly sword.

The once divine sword that protected the nation, it was the sacred object in the hearts of the ancient country's citizens. Now it was its warriors who lived like beasts. This was his eternal punishment.

Looking up at the godly sword and reminiscing about the prosperity of the past, in reality, he was no better than a dog, allowing others to slaughter him. His blood ran dry and his tears dried. He couldn't wake the God of War from his slumber. This was the best way to destroy the will to fight. It was also the way for the new dynasty to warn the world.

It was unknown since when, but more and more people liked to come here and watch the war between humans and beasts. There were poor people, but most of them were so-called nobles.

No matter where you were, blood always aroused the desire to live. The act of fighting a beast with bare hands made one's blood boil.

Roar, cackle, bang … What a beautiful sound.

"Bite him to death! Bite him to death!" "Roar!" A furious roar filled the sky amidst the endless shouts. "Go to hell!"

Boom! Dust flew everywhere. An adult tiger was thrown thirty feet away. A low growl escaped its tightly-shut mouth. He jumped up, scratching his front legs.

Bang, roar … The tiger flipped over, leapt up, and landed. Two front legs held down a man with disheveled hair and a bare upper body. Roar, the tiger shook its head and opened its bloody maw. Its four barbed fangs flowed with fresh red blood.

Roar! The tiger lowered its head and charged towards the neck of the person beneath it. Bang. After his attack missed, that person instantly shook his head and dodged the fierce tiger's attack. His bony hands were bent in an effort to bend, and blood mixed with mud was congealing on his pale arms.

To bend or bend. His thin fingers finally grabbed onto both the tiger's front legs. Pfft, his nails had sunk into the front legs of the tiger.

Roar, the tiger instinctively wanted to get rid of this pair of hateful hands under the pain. It bent its head and bit at the baby beast's arm.

Just when the fierce tiger lowered its head. The beast child abruptly raised his head and rammed it into the tiger's head.

Bang! The tiger was knocked upside down.

"Oh, oh, oh, the Beast Boy bit him to death." The people in the stands immediately shouted out loudly when they saw the baby beast running away from the tiger.

The baby beast collided with the tiger, and before it could stand up straight, it pounced towards it once again.

Roar, the fierce tiger used all of its strength to kick the beast child flying. It rolled on the ground and rolled to its feet. His right front leg brushed the dirt beneath his feet. Lowering his head, he opened his mouth and let out a hissing sound.

Phew, before the baby could get up, its powerful hind legs bent and its entire body left the ground. In the air, its head was raised high into the air as it roared, as if it was showing its victory.

Peng! The tiger landed on the ground, and his front leg missed its target. The beast curled its body and slid between the front legs of the tiger towards its tail. When it reached its belly, the baby beast stabbed its right hand into the belly of the tiger. Pfft.

He clenched his fist and pulled it downwards. Chi. The intestines of the tiger were forcefully pulled out.

Boom. Puchi. Just as the baby beast tore apart the tiger's large intestine, its lower abdomen was also trampled by the wild tiger's powerful retreat.

The two legs of the beast child unconsciously bent, and his body spasmed. He rolled over and over several times, but he was still trampled by the fierce tiger.

The tiger bit at the person at its feet aimlessly under the intense pain.

The beast child dodged to the left and right, avoiding the tiger fang. In the blink of an eye, the ferocious tiger had bitten a row of holes on the side of his head.

Kicking with both feet, the beast continued to attack the tiger's lower abdomen.

Roar, the two front legs of the beast gradually lost their strength. The roar became a wail.

Bang, bang. The beast child abruptly kicked away the dying tiger. Before he could straighten up, the crowd burst into thunderous applause. The little beast girl understood that this round of applause was a curse of life. As soon as she stopped, her next battle would begin. One day, I will dig out your hearts with my bare hands! " He swore to himself.

"Whose baby beast is this?"

"Beautiful, this batch is the Yang Family's beast children." I just picked it today. The opening ceremony was already so exciting, without a doubt, even if the Yang family became beasts, they would still be beasts among beasts. "Haha …"

"Yang Family? "The deputy general of the Gu Country's army, the Yang family?"

"How could there be a beast child in their family? Didn't they become extinct a long time ago?"

"If there are no Yang Family members, why isn't the Beast Fighting Arena closing? How could they bear to part with the Yang family? I heard there's a cell for training veterans. What a pleasure, these three hundred people had killed countless of their own clansmen. I really want to go to that cell. "

"Isn't this playing with fire? If, if …"

"Cut the crap, let's watch the show." A group of people with no cultivation, are you afraid of them overturning the heavens?

Before the tiger could stop struggling, the beast child suddenly jumped onto its body, raised its right hand high and descended with lightning speed. Puchi. His fingers that were as hard as steel had already pierced into the tiger's neck.

Ah! Swoosh swoosh. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he forcibly tore off the skin on the tiger's neck.

As the blood from the tiger gushed out, he bit towards the exposed flesh of the tiger.

Gulu gulu. The tiger blood entered their mouths. It was incomparably sweet. They had already been starved for ten days before coming here.

Oh, oh, oh. Everyone cheered as the atmosphere reached a climax. It had been many years since he last saw a beast with a hand that could tear apart tigers. The audience was looking forward to the next match. Release two fierce tigers.

The act of eating a tiger is exciting but not exciting enough. Watching a tiger eat people was a great experience. Because tigers don't know what fear is. It is more passionate to see the brave beast trembling before the beasts.

The baby beast was on stage. His life couldn't stop until the match ended. Only resistance in despair could make a person's soul tremble. What mediocre people need most is this kind of shock to cover up their cowardice.

The beast child that had drunk up the tiger's blood tore off a piece of tiger meat and put it in its mouth. With the strength of all four limbs, he threw the dead tiger towards the steel cage that was not far away.

As soon as the tiger fell to the ground, dozens of pale white hands stretched out from the iron prison.

Chi! Chi! Chi! The hard nails cut through the tiger's flesh like sharp blades. The outstretched hand only needed to grab a piece of tiger meat.

At the center of the colosseum, the baby beast had already chewed up the meat in its mouth. He raised his head to look at the sword hanging in the air. With an explosive shout, he rushed towards the iron prison. Brothers, let us be like the Spirit Generals, who drink blood and fight! "

Geji, geji. The iron bars of the prison issued a stubborn sound. But in the end it gave in to the brute force of the beast.

Bang! The iron bars broke. Bang, bang, bang. Three hundred beast children rushed out of the iron prison.

Death was not scary at all. Under the divine sword, they would use their own methods to welcome death.