Beasts are like that. In extremely adverse circumstances, most beasts will choose to flee, unless there are cubs to protect behind them.
Seeking advantage and avoiding harm is not only human nature, but also that of beasts. Moreover, this white tiger clearly possessed high intelligence.
The white tiger's panting grew heavier. It roared desperately, trying to intimidate me, while wagging its tail, attempting to escape.
"You beast, this is not a place you can just come and go as you please! If you want to escape, leave your hide behind!"
My attacks became increasingly fierce, leaving wounds on the white tiger's body.
When the white tiger attempted to flee for the sixth time, I seized the moment and plunged the hunting knife in my hand into the giant tiger's hind leg. Then, I gripped the handle tightly with both hands and yanked it outward fiercely.
The sound of the blade cutting through muscle was distinct. Holding the handle, I could clearly feel the slight tremor transmitted to the blade as the muscles were torn apart.
The white tiger let out a mournful cry. A deep wound appeared on its hind leg. Before the blood could even saturate the wound, I saw a severed tendon within.
With the tendon severed, the white tiger had lost its chance to escape. It was doomed today.
Perhaps the white tiger realized this too. Its demeanor changed completely, and it faced me, issuing threatening roars.
"Roar all you want! You'll be saying goodbye to this world soon enough!"
I stood before the white tiger, my bare upper body clad in sturdy hide stained with a large amount of tiger blood.
The slippery and warm sensation of the blood, transmitted through my nostrils to my brain, only intensified my ferocity.
Looking at the ferocious beast roaring and retreating incessantly before me, I smiled with joy.
"Little kitty, it's time for you to go!"
I didn't want any further complications. I sprang towards the giant tiger with agile steps, constantly changing direction.
The white tiger stopped roaring. It pressed its body low, clearly understanding that escape was hopeless and intending to fight me to the death.
A tiger claw, carrying a腥风 (stale, bloody wind), lunged towards my face. This claw was both fast and fierce. In its dying moments, the white tiger had unleashed astonishing speed, aiming for a fatal blow.
If I were to be struck by this claw, I would be heavily wounded, even if I miraculously survived.
This fatal claw was already upon me. Yet, I maintained my forward momentum, advancing instead of retreating, charging headlong into it.
Just as I was about to be struck by the tiger claw, I abruptly lowered my body, splayed my legs into a kneeling position, lowered my center of gravity, and leaned my entire body backward.
"Dodge!"
The tiger claw, carrying a heavy scent of blood, brushed past the tip of my nose. The strong gust of wind blew my hair, making it flutter elegantly.
My knees scraped against the snow-covered ground, and I narrowly avoided the tiger claw.
In a duel between experts, victory or defeat is decided in an instant.
I slapped the ground with one hand and sprang up. I was now directly beneath the white tiger's head, its vulnerable throat exposed.
Of course, I would not hesitate. I struck with my knife.
The white tiger crashed to the ground, a torrent of blood gushing out. I stood in the snow, covered in blood, like a demon god bathed in gore.
As I finished off the white tiger, the situation with Da Zhi was also nearing its end.
I looked afar. Of the dozen or so exiles, only three remained alive, pinned to the ground by the warriors of the Du'an tribe, their hands bound with ropes. Our side, though not having lost anyone, had suffered injuries on everyone.
"Brothers, let's finish off that beast. We'll bring it back to the tribe!"
"Great Spirit, Chief Ba Du is truly a warrior!"
The savage tribes on the island believed in the law of the jungle, where the strong reigned supreme. My solitary kill of the white tiger, regardless of the method used, would be seen as a display of strength.
"It's just a beast, no need to dwell on it."
Facing the reverent gazes of the Du'an warriors, I wiped the blood from my body with animal hide and walked unhurriedly to Da Zhi's side.
This man of iron bones was sitting on a large rock, bandaging his wounds. He had been the one to charge headfirst into the ranks of the exiles.
"How are you? Nothing serious, I hope."
"Just a minor injury."
Seeing me approach, Da Zhi managed a strained smile and lifted his forearm, as if to prove he was not severely injured.
I surveyed the scene. Many warriors were bandaging their wounds. Only Gui Lich, that kid, seemed to have not even a scratch on him. Perhaps he had been watching the fight from the sidelines and hadn't engaged in combat at all.
Gui Lich, seeing me look at him, met my gaze with a challenging smile.
I scoffed inwardly and turned away, ignoring him.
"You won't be able to jump around for much longer. Keep on leaping, keep on leaping!"