Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Chapter 89 The Brave Beheading of the Tiger! Seeking a Marriage Alliance?_2

Howling gusts of wind.

Gu Sheng’s power surged endlessly, his fist striking with ferocity. A loud crack rang out, and the tiger’s claw was forcibly snapped apart.

His gaze grew increasingly unrestrained and gleeful.

When gaining the upper hand, spare no mercy for the tiger!

Fist after fist, wrapped in sheer force, pounded viciously against the tiger’s head.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Blood and flesh splattered, the muffled sounds thundered like a storm. Dizzy and disoriented, the tiger—already gravely injured with an arrow piercing its left eye—succumbed entirely after this relentless beating, soon losing all signs of life.

Gu Sheng halted his assault, slightly catching his breath as he viewed the massive tiger before him, his eyes brimming with an indescribable sense of achievement.

A tiger is the king of the jungle; to single-handedly hunt such a beast is an honor.

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For someone like Gu Sheng, joy did not stem from some vague, ethereal notion of honor.

He remembered vividly the scene from when his innate wisdom had first awakened, as wolves invaded the manor, and Gu Jingang slew one under the moonlit sky, his fist blasting the wolf’s skull into pieces.

And now.

Gu Sheng could also achieve the feat of slaying a tiger single-handedly.

This meant that the once unreachable goals were now within his grasp. The sensation of climbing higher and higher, step by step, surpassing objectives that were once unattainable—that was the true source of his fulfillment.

He glanced at the tiger’s corpse, blood flowing incessantly, reminding him it had been beaten to death by his savage punch force.

It carried the same exhilaration as Wu Song’s legendary tiger-slaying.

Joy swelled in his chest. This mighty beast held significant value; it was a rare prize. While tigers were not overly difficult to defeat—many within the manor were capable—the real challenge lay in finding one.

After pondering briefly.

Gu Sheng began dealing with the tiger’s corpse.

Producing a short axe, he chopped off the tiger’s right forepaw with force, reworking it to resemble the marks of a beast’s bite before stuffing the severed paw into the tiger’s mouth. Next, he inserted arrows into both of the tiger’s eyes.

He then fabricated a few seemingly grievous yet relatively minor wounds on his own body.

Once finished.

Gu Sheng nodded in satisfaction.

The story lined up: encountering an injured tiger with a broken leg in the woods, using skillful archery and a kiting strategy, and ultimately bagging the beast at the cost of sustaining injuries himself.

"Perfect timing to let people know that I’ve successfully advanced to Stone-Skin Martial Artist..."

Gu Sheng hoisted the tiger’s corpse onto his shoulder and descended the mountain.

Though he couldn’t help but notice something peculiar—the tiger seemed oddly light. He brushed the thought aside, attributing it to the season’s harsh winter exhausting the creature’s reserves, preventing it from fattening up.