Chapter 4: Hunting the Tiger? But Where Is the Tiger?
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No turning back now!
It was too late to regret.
Su Wu sat quietly, occasionally licking his lips and swallowing saliva. His mouth was truly dry and parched, so he took some water to drink.
The night grew even deeper.
Su Wu remained highly alert, but the tiger did not appear from the left nor the right.
Su Wu pondered: this tiger was extremely active, with a strong sense of territory, far stranger than ordinary tigers. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be such a legendary tale spanning a thousand years. It simply could not fail to show up.
He glanced back at his arrangements once more—confirming the locations of traps, the aiming points of the three powerful crossbows, where the weapons were hidden, and which tree had the hanging rope...
He then felt around the dry leaves on the ground beside him, finding his spear in the most convenient spot.
Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself.
Wait...
Wait some more...
Suddenly, a chilling wind blew, making Su Wu shiver from the cold.
There were rustling sounds to his left and right...
Then, two green gleams flashed swiftly through the gaps in the branches.
It’s here!
It’s here!
Excitement surged within Su Wu, but his whole body immediately plunged into extreme tension.
Still, he did not move, instead leisurely reaching for his water pouch and taking a sip.
Suddenly, a whooshing sound filled the air.
Su Wu hastily stood up, spear in hand, eyes fixed on a black shadow only seven or eight steps away.
He pointed his spear forward, every hair on his body standing on end, as if even his scalp bristled.
In that moment, Su Wu felt a pang of regret and an impulse to turn and run.
This beast was truly enormous—at least ten feet long. Its massive body prowled left and right, its green eyes locked solely on Su Wu.
It seemed wary of the sharp spear in his hand.
“Roar!”
The tiger suddenly opened its mouth and bellowed.
Su Wu’s tension heightened, yet he pretended to take two steps back...
The tiger clearly wanted to see Su Wu’s fear and retreat, so it immediately advanced a few steps.
Now Su Wu could see the tiger clearly: an enormous head larger than a cooking pot, a powerful physique, and muscular forelegs with sharp contours.
Su Wu involuntarily gasped and quickly urged himself to stay calm.
But how could one remain calm in such a situation?
He deliberately recalled a phrase: “Who said you should slide tackle a tiger? Come on then!”
In an instant, Su Wu felt much calmer and took two more steps back.
Finally, the tiger moved, lunging forward with incredible speed.
Fueled by adrenaline, Su Wu immediately thrust his spear.
At that moment—
Unexpectedly, the tiger swiped its right paw midair, knocking Su Wu’s spear aside.
In a flash, there was no time to think; Su Wu rolled to the side on the ground.
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Behind him came a grating, heart-wrenching screech—the sound of sharp claws scraping iron plates...
Wearing this armor was truly a foresight!
He rolled again, and before fully standing, he bent down, turned his head, and ran without looking back, circling around the trap. A moment’s delay would mean being pinned down by the tiger.
He instinctively grabbed a rope end and pulled sharply—a sequence he had practiced countless times.
From behind came a howl...
He had hit it!
Countless rehearsals were not in vain.
Hearing the rushing sound behind, Su Wu looked back to see an arrow deeply embedded in the tiger’s right shoulder blade, causing it to hesitate briefly.
After the pause, an angry roar erupted. The giant tiger leapt high, stretching its body fully as it launched another attack on Su Wu.
Su Wu quickly stabbed again, fiercer and faster this time.
The tiger’s right paw seemed impaired; it swung its left paw instead, knocking the spear aside again.
This tiger was truly extraordinary!
Fortunately, Su Wu’s legs were strong; he pushed off the ground and rolled repeatedly, awkward but effective.
The screeching sound continued as the tiger’s claws still scraped his side.
This armor was indeed excellent.
He pulled another rope and shot.
The bowstring hummed, but there was no tiger scream—he missed.
Su Wu was now crawling and rolling, trying to create distance. He threw his spear like a javelin, but the tiger swatted it away instantly.
The tiger’s reaction was astonishingly fast, but it hesitated.
Seeing Su Wu’s swift hands, he pulled one last rope. Having arranged and rehearsed this setup, there was no room for improvement.
Hit!
Right on the tiger’s rear paw, the arrow even pierced through the paw pad—a fine crossbow.
The Great Song Dynasty had superb armor and powerful crossbows, but still suffered crushing defeats.
Su Wu had not won yet; he had only gained distance. He and the tiger were seven or eight steps apart—just a tiger’s leap away.
He retrieved another spear hidden nearby, holding it before his chest. At this moment, there was no thought but adrenaline—his senses sharpened, and his muscles tensed.
The tiger roared wildly, and Su Wu could even smell the foul stench from its mouth.
He looked at the ground, gritted his teeth, and shouted, “Come on! Today, it’s either your death or mine!”
Surprisingly, the tiger took two steps back!
“Don’t run; if you’ve got guts, don’t run!” The words came without thought, merely a shout, but it gave Su Wu a little more courage.
Su Wu had never lacked courage—not in his past life either.
Courage is persistence amid overwhelming fear.
As soon as he finished speaking, the tiger suddenly accelerated forward, its body fully extended in midair—truly a long tiger!
Su Wu’s heart leapt into his throat.
He stabbed again!
The tiger’s paw struck again!
Midair, one paw scraped against Su Wu’s shoulder, the claws grinding against the iron armor with a screech.
The tiger landed, pinning Su Wu down.
This was the moment Su Wu had been waiting for, practicing it many times.
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Before him, the tiger lowered its hindquarters and slid backward.
It worked!
It worked!
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