Chapter Ten Training
The dragon rules the clouds, and the tiger commands the wind!
Such a fierce gust of wind, naturally not an ordinary monster. When Zhou Bo came to his senses, a huge creature had already appeared in front of him - a majestic tiger with stripes all over its body, one zhang (about 3.3 meters) long. Its body was lithe and sturdy, its four limbs like pillars standing upright on the ground, exuding an aura that sent shivers down one's spine. The fur all over its body glistened with oil, its long tail swishing back and forth behind its buttocks. A foul odor kept spewing out of its wide-open mouth, while a pair of lantern-like eyes stared fixedly at Zhou Bo.
Generally speaking, monsters do not attack other monsters. However, Zhou Bo, although superficially a panda and a monster, is actually a human being, a player with the same attributes as all other players, having system prompt sounds, except for being unable to speak, and wearing a panda skin, in other aspects, there is no difference from humans.
For these monsters, Zhou Bo is a player, and for players, Zhou Bo is a monster. Now, Zhou Bo has become an existence sandwiched between the monster NPC and the player, neither fish nor fowl. So, it will naturally trigger the attack of this striped tiger.
Fierce Tiger: Elite Monster
Rank: Tenth Rank
Blood: 20,000/20,000
The attributes of the majestic tiger appeared in front of Zhou Bo, and when he saw its attributes, Zhou Bo couldn't help but twitch his eyelids. Damn it, a level 10 elite monster with 20,000 health points! Even if he had four levels on him, his health was still far from reaching 10,000, let alone this guy's health which reached an astonishing 20,000. And its attack power must be incredibly abnormal too. How were they supposed to defeat it?
Turn around and run?
Joke, look at this fat body, and then look at the physique of that guy opposite, even if it's your own speed multiplied by ten, I'm afraid you can't outrun this striped tiger. Is this time really going to turn yourself into a meal on this tiger's plate?
For a moment, Zhou Bo's heart was filled with fear, and the fear reached its peak, which was endless madness. Damn it, he had already suffered enough humiliation in this game, and he would absolutely not tolerate any more shame. He would definitely not let this guy off, even if it meant risking his own life to take him down.
I don't know when, but my eyes have become bloodshot, exuding a fierce and sinister aura. My chubby paws are tightly grasping the Qing Song treasure sword, which is now my only reliance. Whether or not I can take down this guy depends on whether the sword in my hand is sharp enough.
Generally speaking, an ordinary player wants to deal with a level 10 elite monster, at least needs to be level 20, but Zhou Bo's current level is only 4, and his basic attributes are trash. Even if the effect of Shengsheng Cauldron is added, he is probably not a match for this level 10 elite tiger.
But now Zhou Bo has no way out, the narrow road is brave to win, since there is no chance of winning, then he must create one.
"Ahh, go to hell..." A furious roar, Zhou Bo didn't retreat, but instead quickly moved forward, the Qing Song treasure sword in his hand suddenly stabbing towards the tiger's body.
The fierce tiger seemed to have not expected Zhou Bo to launch a surprise attack, and was slightly stunned. The precious sword instantly slashed down on the beautiful tiger skin, the sharp Qing Song sword easily broke through the tiger's defense, and with a "hiss" sound, a fine blood mark appeared in an instant, and fresh blood sprayed out.
－６３！
The attack power has dropped by at least half, and the defense of this fierce tiger is quite abnormal. On a mountain bandit, it can cause more than 100 points of damage, but on this fierce tiger, the damage number suddenly drops by half.
However, this sword clearly made the tiger feel the pain of its cost. A tiger's roar, a whirlwind howled around, and a tiger's paw directly pounced over. With a swish, Zhou Bo's chest immediately had five more ferocious blood marks. Under the powerful force, Zhou Bo's body retreated continuously.
－４２！
The damage of the fierce tiger is several times that of the mountain bandit, and its attack power is abnormal.
Pain stimulated Zhou Bo's desire, and he pounced again. He was fighting with the fierce tiger, without any skills or techniques, just a primitive battle of wits. You came at me with your sword, I came at you with my claws, back and forth in a short time. Zhou Bo's body was already covered in scars, and the originally beautiful fur on the tiger's body had become tattered and torn, with cracks and fissures everywhere, looking very ugly.
After a few minutes, Zhou Bo was already panting heavily. Damn it, in reality he had never been so exhausted before. A few minutes of fighting had left him breathless. This wasn't all - his health had already dropped below 50%. As for the fierce tiger's health, there were still over 10,000 points left, and Zhou Bo had only managed to take out around 5,000 points of its health with great difficulty.
No way, at this rate, I'm absolutely no match for this old tiger, I won't be able to hold out.
Zhou Bo felt the severity of the situation, and at this rate, he was absolutely no match for this guy. This war of attrition was really too costly for him. Zhou Bo didn't know that if it weren't for his extremely high blood volume and defense, when he encountered this striped tiger, he would probably not have been able to withstand even ten attacks, let alone hold on until now.
We must think of a way to avoid the tiger's attack, otherwise, if things go on like this, we will surely die.
In my mind, I involuntarily recall the images of those heroes from the TV dramas I've watched before. Each one was elegant and agile, especially Duan Yu from "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils". His movements were exceptionally quick and nimble, making it impossible for others to hit him, thanks to his mastery of the "Lingbo Micro Step" technique.
But I don't have any qinggong skills now, in that case, can't I try to dodge the tiger's attack? Without qinggong, does it mean there is no room for dodging?
Zhou Bo's mind finally became clear and active again, previously due to the repression of fear, Zhou Bo's lively mind was suppressed, now it has finally cleared up once more.
He calmed down and didn't rush to continue the attack. Zhou Bo's eyes stared intently at the fierce tiger in front of him, not missing any movement.
A claw suddenly pounced over, and a sharp gust of wind came through the air. The claw instantly arrived in front of Zhou Bo, whose heart skipped a beat. His feet unconsciously retreated backward, and with a ripping sound, five claw marks appeared on his chest again.
This attempt failed!
However, Zhou Bo did not give up and retreated a step back, still quietly waiting for the next attack.
Second time, failed!
Third time, failed!
Fourth time, failed...
Time and time again, Zhou Bo persisted, his chubby body was covered in scars, the chest area was almost impossible to find a piece of intact skin. Now Zhou Bo hated his extremely high blood volume, such a high blood volume made him endure more suffering for nothing.
But even with extremely high blood volume, it can't withstand this loss, and the blood volume has already lost more than three-quarters, leaving only a little over 1,000 blood volume to hang on to Zhou Bo's life.
Claws appeared, and his feet unconsciously retreated. In this instant, Zhou Bo's seemingly slow movement was actually extremely precise, with sharp fingernails almost brushing against Zhou Bo's chest as they swiped by. With a loud crash, it smashed onto the ground. This was the tiger's attack, its first miss.
But for Zhou Bo, this was a huge success.
With a swift dodge, his legs suddenly exerted force, and his body instantly pounced forward. The Qing Song treasure sword in his hand directly stabbed out, this was Zhou Bo's only counterattack for this period of time!
Roar...
