Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

Hearing this sound, the tiger opposite Zhang Beixing froze visibly.

Then, its eyes filled with ferocity. It assumed an even more fearsome posture than before, opened its massive jaws, and pounced towards Zhang Beixing.

Sensing this change in its demeanor, Zhang Beixing roughly understood why the tiger had sought him out. This was no coincidence at all! The tiger had appeared here because the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound Zhang Beixing emitted while practicing his punches was too loud. This had attracted the tiger, causing it to track him down!

After all, one mountain cannot contain two tigers. Its presence here indicated that this was originally its territory! It had been vigilantly guarding its territory when suddenly, a tiger's roar intruded. This was no less shocking than coming home from a day's work to find a thief in one's house. Even humans, relatively rational animals, would first react by grabbing a knife to confront and drive away a thief. Let alone a tiger—a creature of the wild, possessing some albeit limited reason, and fiercely territorial. What else would it have come for if not to deal with him?

But now was not the time to dwell on such things, because the tiger had already pounced at him.

Seeing its determination not to stop until it had killed him, Zhang Beixing knew he had to subdue it first before anything else.

So, he watched the incoming paw. Without any reservation, he summoned all the strength in his body and threw a punch straight at it.

CRACK—

CRACK—

Zhang Beixing's fist collided with the tiger's paw, and two crisp sounds echoed in succession, one from his fist and one from the tiger's paw.

"ROAR!"

Feeling the sharp pain in its paw, the tiger howled in anguish. Zhang Beixing's terrifying Hidden Force had already surged into it with that punch, wildly ravaging its paw.

Zhang Beixing, however, wasn't faring much better. Upon recognizing him as the invader, the tiger had gone berserk as if fed an aphrodisiac. Its speed became lightning-fast. The distance of about ten meters was covered almost instantly. Even though Zhang Beixing reacted immediately, he was still unable to dodge at such close range.

Instead of enduring the tiger's swipe and potentially losing a large chunk of flesh, Zhang Beixing decided the better option was to throw a ruthless punch, trading injury for injury in a head-on confrontation!

His right hand landed a vicious uppercut on the tiger's lower jaw, clamping its gaping mouth shut. Then, retracting his left hand and enduring the pain, he struck the tiger's face with a 'Fierce Snake Spits the Arrow.'

The tiger staggered backward, reeling from the pain.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing also took two steps back to adjust his stance. He touched his left fist, now slightly fractured from the exchange with the tiger, winced, and was secretly shocked.

"HISS— Is this the jungle overlord, the king of beasts?"

"Truly terrifying!"

It was indeed one of the top predators on land. A mere juvenile tiger was this formidable. If it were an adult...

Wu Song fighting the tiger is pure bullshit! To think he supposedly knocked out a grown tiger after just some potent booze. My damn Power and Constitution attributes are already 99.9—the human pinnacle! And yet, against a juvenile tiger, I couldn't even win in a direct clash of fists! If Wu Song could kill a tiger, then what kind of freak was he? Superman! This thought crossed Zhang Beixing's mind.

"Good thing I encountered a juvenile tiger," Zhang Beixing thought. "I always like to take on the young ones."

He looked at the tiger, which he had punched on the chin and had not yet fully recovered. Following the philosophy of "strike first to gain the upper hand, strike late to suffer the consequences," and "beat them into submission before reasoning with morality and virtue," Zhang Beixing flexed his wrist and strode forward.

He sat directly on the tiger's back, held it down, and began pounding it fiercely.

The tiger's pitiful roar echoed through the forest, startling birds and monkeys, which scattered in all directions.

After about two or three minutes of this wild hammering, Zhang Beixing suddenly felt something burst from his hands.

"This is...?"

His eyes lit up. Following the sensation, he slapped down with his palm.

SMACK!

Immediately, a fierce palm imprint appeared on the tiger's head. The palm strike was incredibly powerful. Hit by it, the struggling tiger instantly went silent. It fell rigid to the ground, unconscious, breathing in more than out.

Seeing it like this, Zhang Beixing finally breathed a complete sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt an itchy sensation on his face, as if a breeze were caressing him. But there was no wind blowing here!

"What's going on?"

Puzzled, Zhang Beixing reached for his other hand. He found that even before making contact, this hand also experienced the same sensation.

Realizing this, Zhang Beixing was taken aback. Then, recalling his earlier speculation and considering how he'd just beaten the tiger rigid and unconscious, he wondered aloud,

"Could it be..."

"Is this Vital Energy being released externally?!"

Zhang Beixing muttered to himself, feeling that this must be the case. Otherwise, he could not explain why such a bizarre thing was happening to him.

To verify this, he ignored the convulsing tiger on the ground and quickly walked to the base of the waterfall, though he didn't step into the water.