Chapter 26: Mandala Beast

  Shen Qingyang stepped onto the stage, and a wave of whispers swept through the entire audience!

  "Alright! Are you ready?" Kang Qiao's expression was somewhat tense, the Mediterranean hid dragons and tigers, no matter what forces were behind "Three Days Four Lands" - local forces compared to Wolf Brother were nothing! However, tonight was destined to be a good show, it was very likely that the emerald card would not need to be given to "Tian Di Tong" after all!

  A Tu nodded: "Someone has been sent to follow the old man, he went to the bathroom!"

  "Your mission is to keep an eye on him, no matter what happens, you must capture him and bring him back to the Emperor Hotel!" A self-satisfied smile floated onto Kang Qiao's face again. This round of betting he gave up, the target has appeared, what's the point of continuing to bet?!

  "Are you sure he is the hunter?"

  Kang Qiao shook his head: "I'm not sure, but someone like that would be liked by Lang Ge, you know Lang Ge's personality..."

  A figure flashed out of the private room, a white shadow flickered twice and climbed onto the high platform behind, disappearing in an instant.

  Shen Qingyang had just steadied himself when the surrounding violent heat waves enveloped him, surpassing even his mother's tropical storms. He had never experienced such a scene before, not even during his special training at Hunter School. The only time he had seen anything like it was during the 35th anniversary of National Day in Beijing, but back then he was just a guard!

  No one knew who the opponent of this massacre was, and anyone's bet was based on intuition. However, there was no choice for this bet, because everyone present was an opponent of that guy in the arena - so the overwhelming curses almost broke through the concrete ceiling of heaven!

  Shen Qingyang's ears suddenly heard a metallic collision, the arena shook slightly, and then discovered countless iron pipes rising around! Yes, it was an iron pipe as thick as a wrist, surrounding the entire arena, forming a huge cage without a top cover!

  Damn it! What the hell is going on? Are you trying to torture me?! Shen Qingyang's scalp was tingling, and if it were in the past, his first reaction would be to rush out of this cage. However, he looked around curiously, the enclosure wasn't high, about three meters, and he could climb over it.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, have you all guessed? What kind of massacre is this? Have you guessed..." The talkative host shouted somewhere.

  The entire arena suddenly fell silent. No one could withstand this kind of torture, sometimes shouting wildly and sometimes collecting quietly, which would suffocate people to death. But when they saw the stage being surrounded by iron pipes, everyone exclaimed - impossible! How can it be? Is it... Mandrake Beast? His opponent is Mandrake Beast!

  The whole scene went wild again!

  "Right, you're incredibly clever, it's just..."

  Damn it, big mouth! The host's microphone was snatched away and trampled into powder...

  Mandrill beast? What kind of monster is that? Shen Qingyang thought he had trained in the African jungle for countless times, and had seen many ferocious beasts, such as lions, cheetahs, hyenas, wolves, etc., but the monster they mentioned was something he had never even heard of!

  There are only 5 minutes of slaughter time! The old man seems to have calculated this, leaving him 3 minutes to escape - with Shen Qingyang's skills, it would take only 20 seconds from the arena to that place...

  The iron gate on the right side of the arena was slowly moving, seemingly to confine some kind of monster. This place is really evil, with complete facilities and a relatively high level of modernization! Shen Qingyang swallowed his saliva, and the soft sword between his wrists actually felt scorching hot.

  The staff aligned the iron gate directly with the stage, which was the only entrance and exit. The surrounding noise gradually faded away, Shen Qingyang pinched a "Chinese standing collar", all the buttons were torn off, now there is only one left, fortunately the old man had prepared an "iron trowel" for himself - like a shoe repair knife, the only weapon.

  Suddenly a loud, shrill howl rose from within the iron gate, drowning out all other sounds!

  Grandma, it's a dog! Shen Qingyang has killed countless people and knows that the hardest to deal with are humans, not dogs! Dogs don't have IQs, so they always belittle those who are brainless as "dog brains"!

  A dark shadow rushed out from inside the iron gate! The iron gate was not locked, and the monster's strength was too great. Even if it had been locked, it would have been broken by the impact!

  Shen Qingyang's muscles tensed up, his face as cold as frost, a chill burst out of his body, his eyes flashing with light, and a long howl shook the sky - Aooo! Then his body shot towards the monster like a cannonball.

  The king's domineering aura is the killing intent! Shen Qingyang not only has a killing intent, but also an overbearing aura! In the blink of an eye, he had already seen the monster's face clearly: a pure black creature with shiny fur, about the size of a donkey, with sturdy limbs and sharp claws that were already exposed, this guy was much more ferocious than his own "foot knife", if caught by it, his skin would be torn apart!

  Look again at the monster's head, it was as big as a washbasin, with a large purple-red mouth forming an opening, and several rows of sharp teeth inside! The dark purple tongue was rolled up in the upper jaw, just like when people hold their breath.

  Damn! It's a well-trained monster, not a dog!

  The stage was relatively open, which is why there was no cover. Shen Qingyang jumped up to over three meters high, " foot knife" from the wrist after playing out, left arm forward with force a swing, legs slightly bent, the whole body rotating over the monster's head.

  The monster pounced into the air, but instead of launching an immediate attack, it leaned forward with its legs, retreated and tightened its muscles, staring at Shen Qingyang with a fierce glow in its eyes.

  "Are you going to eat me?!" Shen Qingyang landed steadily, with his front leg in a false step, and the dagger in his right hand withdrawn into his sleeve. He stared straight at the monster: it was actually a Tibetan Mastiff!

  The Chinese all know the Tibetan Mastiff, because it was a sacred object that followed Genghis Khan on his southern and northern expeditions. Moreover, Tibet is located in a high-cold region, where the original ecology has been well preserved, and the Tibetan Mastiff has also fortunately retained its wild nature! In a strict sense, this beast should not be called a "dog", the mastiff is the ancestor of dogs!

  How cruel! This guy is even more ferocious than a leopard!

  No time to think, just beat it first! Shen Qingyang let out another loud howl, his voice somewhat like a wolf's. His body quickly spun around the stage, his footsteps swift and agile, circling around the edge of the cage before charging at the Tibetan Mastiff.

  The monster didn't move, it seemed to know that if it pounced forward, it would definitely hit the railing and hurt itself.

  Shen Qingyang's experience was rich enough to always grasp the opponent's weakness in the first time, although this opponent's experience was also very rich, but after all, it was a beast.

  The dagger in his hand flashed a cold light in the air, and Shen Qingyang's body also rapidly fell. The Tibetan mastiff aimed at Shen Qingyang's body, its front legs suddenly jumping up, and with a loud "bang", it flew into the air, its bloody mouth directly biting towards Shen Qingyang's head. Its two front paws precisely struck Shen Qingyang's shoulders.

  This is a one-stone-two-birds move: one mouth wants to knock off your head, and then two claws will tear open your shoulders, dismembering you into eight pieces!

  The cold light disappeared in front of everyone, Shen Qingyang's body swayed and stuck to the iron pipe railing. His feet kicked the iron pipe rapidly, his body circled half a circle in the cage, only to hear a loud crash, seven or eight iron pipes were bent, the Tibetan mastiff originally had no intention of crashing into the railing, but couldn't help having some small impulse!

  The iron pipe's elasticity bounced the monster back and it fell heavily to the ground!

  The noise that filled the entire venue had disappeared, replaced by people's tense breathing!

  "Look! The Mandrake beast has fallen to the ground!"

  "It's just luck, otherwise his head would be in the monster's belly by now!"

  "Hmm, brother, you're absolutely right! Maybe that guy has already been torn into eight pieces by now!"

  "Grass! Why didn't Mandrake Beast get up? I clearly saw him use his mouth to snatch that guy's dagger away!"

  "Really? You really saw it snatch the dagger away? Oh, my god! He's not a beast - I'll pay any price for this guy!"

  Shen Qingyang landed quickly, sweat dripping from his forehead, and let out a mouthful of air: Damn it!

  The Mandra beast was motionless, looking very honest. There was no bloody slaughter, but everyone was terrified, and they all waited with bated breath for the monster to fly up again and give it a fatal blow - that was impossible, as Shen Qingyang had already sent the " foot knife" into the monster's belly in one second, and it was from its mouth!

  Is this also called slaughter? The whole audience didn't cheer, they had already forgotten the madness - because they had all lost their bets!

  "You're incredibly powerful! At least more so than I imagined!"

  Will Mastiffs still be able to speak? It turns out that the ancestors of dogs could speak! It seems that the mother of dogs has degenerated, how much gold should a dog that can speak sell for? Nobody knows!

  "You've finally appeared!" Shen Qingyang stared at the Tibetan Mastiff lying on the ground, his face turned solemn, but his killing intent did not decrease. Just as the mastiff was about to charge and thrust its own dagger into its mouth, a black shadow shot out from the iron gate, causing Shen Qingyang to run halfway across the arena to avoid the shadow's deadly pursuit!

  Now that person is under the body of the Tibetan Mastiff, and in the end he was unable to save the monster.

  "Do you know why it's called Mandrake Beast?"

  "I don't know!" Shen Qingyang pinched his "Chinese collar", the killing intent grew thicker: "Follow me, otherwise no pardon will be given!"

  What is the aura of a king? Besides the aura of killing and dominance, there is another even more rare kind of aura - the aura of a monarch!

  "He is my life, no one can defeat it!"

  "That's your illusion! You have two seconds to consider, leave or die!"

  Before his words had fallen, the dog suddenly let out a heart-wrenching howl, and a black shadow flew out from under its body!

  The eyes of everyone in the audience nearly popped out! Their tongues were stretched out, their necks craned to see what was happening on the stage, but nothing could be seen clearly.

  Shen Qingyang struck even faster! A white light flashed, almost enveloping the entire arena, and a black shadow resisted with its teeth and claws, without making a single move or style.

  Blood and flesh flew everywhere, the dog's fur flying up to the eaves like rain, the crystal lamp splattered with fresh blood, which then dripped down again!

  Blood all over the floor, dog hair everywhere!

  The dust settled, and Shen Qingyang's hand had an extra knife, a black one! Hand-to-hand combat was the specialty of special forces, but catching this guy wasn't easy. If he hadn't severed his opponent's tendons in the first moment, he might have been cut into pieces by the ninja sword!

  Just as everyone was stunned, Shen Qingyang bent down and picked up the "Ghost Thief Qi" who had fallen to the ground, glanced at the high viewing platform opposite, where there were no longer any security guards, it seemed that the old man had already left the Paradise Club.

  Shen Qingyang sneered, the big shots in the oval-shaped private room had already come out, three people, were straining their necks to look over here, but that precious woman had vanished. There was still one minute left!

  Shen Qingyang let out a loud shout, sending "Ghostly Thief Qi" crashing into the iron gate. He followed closely behind, then struck the back of his neck with a palm, and carried him as he sprinted inward.

  The stands have already been thrown into chaos!

  "Is this also called slaughter?"

  "Really? How did you manage to cultivate such a person?"

  "Damn it, how can you say he's human? That's a hellhound!"

  "Are you out of your mind?"

  "Maybe!"

  "Damn it! My money..."

  The box where Kang Qiao was in had no one left, just as Shen Qingyang drilled into the iron gate, Kang Qiao took two bodyguards under the leadership of Xu QingSong, the boss of "Tian Ze Garden", and exited the arena. Their goal was clear: Hunter No. 3!

  The people in the oval-shaped private room were also nowhere to be found, and the person who had just stretched his neck to watch the excitement was already being carried out on a stretcher - it seemed that he was indeed very heartbroken for that Tibetan Mastiff!

  "I'd like to kill that swindler with my own hands!"

  "Which swindler?" Bai Lu glared at the person lying on the stretcher: "Brother, your treasure is useless! The 350,000 yuan appearance fee was also worth that dog!"

  "You don't know squat! It's all your stupid idea, that cripple is just a scammer!"

  "What did I cheat you of? Brother, are you out of your mind?!" Bai Lu's stunning eyes didn't even glance at the guy on the stretcher, she turned her head and snapped her fingers: "Return to Zhong Hai, report back!"

  "Yes!"

  Maserati sped away, leaving a blue shadow behind, heading towards the Mediterranean. They were the first to leave, and the entire "Tianze Garden" was already packed to the brim. Xu Qing's face looked somewhat embarrassed: "Bai Shao's Tibetan Mastiff was fed with Mandrake, how could it possibly lose the duel? How can I explain this to him?"

  Mandragora can produce hallucinations, but what kind of hallucinations dogs have, no one knows!

  "Xu boss, we can't be careless about the person we want!" Kangqiao's face darkened as he looked at the nearby bodyguard: "Does Atou have any news?"

  "I didn't see it, it's too messy!"

  Kang Qiao gritted his teeth, the carefully planned action seemed to have gone awry. If Wolf Brother found out, a lot of people would be killed!