Water Margin: From a White-Robed Scholar to Donning the Yellow Robe

Chapter 122 Wang Lun Slays the Tiger at Qixia Mountain

Wang Lun's first reaction was to run away, but while running away, he subconsciously drew his sword and slashed backward.

His attack missed, and he rolled to the side to avoid it.

"roar--"

With a roar, a large orange-yellow worm appeared where he and Lu Zhishen had just been hiding. It had black stripes all over its body, and its abdomen and the inside of its legs were slightly white.

According to Wang Lun, the tiger was nearly three meters long, with a thick and long tail, and its front paws were on the ground, staring intently at Wang Lun.

Although Lu Zhishen was fat, it did not affect his speed. He dodged at the same time as Wang Lun, but the distance he avoided was a full zhang farther than Wang Lun's.

This resulted in Wang Lun being the closest to the tiger.

Wang Lun crouched down, his legs in a lunge position, ready to escape. He was a little flustered, his hands were trembling slightly, and he kept calling for Wu Song to possess him.

When Lu Zhishen saw the tiger staring at Wang Lun, he was immediately alarmed and brandished his staff to rush forward. But then he heard a roar, and a huge roar came from behind him. A tiger pounced down the hillside and pounced on Lu Zhishen.

"when--"

Lu Zhishen swept his staff backward and jumped away. His staff struck the tiger's claws, deflecting the tiger's attack but not causing much damage.

He couldn't help but feel a chill, saying, "This beast has incredible strength."

He dodged aside and quickly approached Wang Lun.

The two large tigers gradually approached and slowly moved towards Wang Lun and his companion.

The two dared not meet the attack head-on and slowly retreated.

Hua Rong and Li Jun, each holding a hard bow, hid nearby, looking for an opportunity. They were worried about Wang Lun and the other man, but dared not move.

After all, there are four or five tigers here. The monk didn't say the exact number, but two have appeared here. The others are probably nearby.

"I heard that tigers always live alone, so why are they gathering here?" Lu Zhishen panted heavily. He wasn't afraid, but he was thinking about how to protect Wang Lun. If something happened to Wang Lun, his responsibility would be immense.

"That's not necessarily true. If tigers find plenty of food in this temple, they will gather in one place for a short time. Besides, this is also the mating season for tigers. If there are more female tigers than male tigers here, they will naturally come together."

Wang Lun answered casually, his eyes fixed on the tiger in front of him, and he slowly backed away, his hand holding the knife already sweating.

Even though he had learned martial arts, he was, after all, a modern person and had never seen such a scene before.

After retreating several feet, there was movement behind him again. Wang Lun glanced back and his scalp tingled. He quickly moved to stand back to back with Lu Zhishen, gripped his knife with both hands, held his breath, and dared not move again.

Two tigers suddenly appeared behind them.

Now that four tigers have surrounded them, they have no way to advance or retreat, and can only grit their teeth and muster their courage.

The two men adjusted their breathing and gripped their weapons tightly. At the same time, the four tigers launched their attack. They had just woken up from their afternoon nap and were hungry, but they were delighted to have food delivered to their doorstep.

Lu Zhishen said urgently, "Brother, be careful."

He brandished his staff and charged forward, deflecting the attacks of the two tigers with a block and a smash.

Enraged by their setback, the two tigers, their bodies thrown to the side by Lu Zhishen's blow, lashed out with their long tails like steel whips.

Lu Zhishen dared not dodge, fearing that if he did, he would also expose Wang Lun's back to the two tigers, and Wang Lun would be attacked from both sides, which would surely lead to his death.

He had no choice but to grip his staff and charge forward again, engaging the two tigers in battle.

Wang Lun, however, was not as relaxed as Lu Zhishen. His knife kept missing its mark. Although he managed to deflect the first wave of attacks from the two tigers, he was almost grabbed by a tiger's claw, which terrified him and made him turn pale.

However, he dared not dodge, for if he did, Lu Zhishen's back would be exposed.

He could only grip the long knife and keep a close eye on the tiger's every move.

The two tigers turned around and charged again. Wang Lun saw their approach, ducked, and slashed his long knife at the tiger's belly on the left.

Before the first attack could succeed, another tiger pounced nearby, extending its claws to grab at him.

Wang Lun had no choice but to parry with his sword, using the force of his legs to flip his body and take two steps back.

Just then, someone shouted from above: "Hero, run forward and come to the middle of these big trees."

Someone was speaking to Wang Lun. He looked up and saw that there were people hiding in the branches of the big tree in front of him. They were now peeking out and watching the battle. There were four monks and a dark-skinned man.

Wang Lun immediately guessed that they must have set a trap, and shouted, "Zhishen, be careful!"

After saying that, he ran towards the base of those big trees.

Two fierce tigers were in hot pursuit from behind, but Li Jun and Hua Rong fired several arrows to slow them down, allowing Wang Lun to escape.

"There's a trap here that's over ten feet deep. You have to jump out of it."

Wang Lun didn't know who was speaking, and he didn't have time to look up. Instead, he saw a pine cone hit the ground.

Wang Lun used the momentum of his run to leap up just before he reached the target and jumped across.

The tiger was hot on his heels. With a roar, followed by a thud, Wang Lun was overjoyed and stopped to turn around.

Turning around, he was so terrified that his soul almost left his body; a tiger's gaping maw was less than a foot away from his face.

Only one tiger fell into that trap, while another tiger followed closely behind Wang Lun.

"Be careful!"

"Chieftain!"

"elder brother!"

Not knowing who was shouting, Wang Lun didn't have the energy to distinguish who was speaking. He subconsciously leaned back and thrust the knife upwards.

The tiger pounced on Wang Lun, who stabbed it in the abdomen. The long sword went all the way to the hilt, and hot blood immediately flowed down the hilt.

At the same time, the tiger's two front paws landed on Wang Lun's chest, and Wang Lun felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on his chest.

A rope flew down from the sky and snagged the tiger's head. Immediately, two monks grabbed the other end of the rope, jumped down from the tree, and used a thick branch to pull the tiger up.

The tiger was very heavy, and the two monks struggled to lift it. They quickly tied the rope to the tree and managed to keep the tiger suspended in the air.

With a "whoosh," an arrow pierced the air and struck the tiger's head.

Immediately, a man jumped down and helped Wang Lun up.

Wang Lun's stab pierced the tiger's abdomen, greatly reducing the tiger's strength; otherwise, Wang Lun would have been dead long ago from those two claws.

But he was also in bad shape at the moment. Both sides of his chest had been scratched by the tiger's claws, and his skin was torn open. Although the injuries were not serious, he was still bleeding profusely. In addition, the blood flowing from the tiger's body made him look like a blood-soaked person.

"You're a hero, skilled in martial arts, courageous, and impressive. I admire you, brother." The man who helped Wang Lun spoke with a smile. He was tall with particularly long arms, and when he looked at Wang Lun, a heroic air emanated from his face.

Wang Lun forced a smile: "How can one not be brave when faced with a life-or-death crisis?"

He followed the man a few steps and saw that the tiger that had fallen into the trap was covered in blood, but it was not dead and was still struggling to jump up.

The trap was very deep and filled with sharpened wooden sticks, indicating that Pang Wanchun and his men had put a lot of thought into it.

Pang Wanchun drew his bow and shot an arrow, pinning the tiger in the trap to the ground. The tiger struggled a few times but then stopped moving.

The power of this arrow was terrifying, and Wang Lun couldn't help but glance at Pang Wanchun a few more times.