Chapter 07: Mad Tiger’s Rampage
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The Gambling Ring
Black Belly chuckled, glancing at the Deputy Warden. "Care to wager on today’s spectacle, sir? My bottle of ’03 Maotai versus your two?" The warden grinned, sliding a pair of crystal shot glasses across the table. Nearby, the six overlords placed their bets—$100,000 chips clicking onto the green felt.
"Tiger wins," Black Belly growled, slamming his chips.
"Xing Ying," Royal Lord countered, his voice smooth as silk.
Battle of the Beasts
Mad Tiger’s stance shifted—feet apart, arms akimbo, energy rippling like a coiled serpent. Xing mirrored him, calm as a statue. With a roar, Mad Tiger leaped, spinning a 360-degree tornado kick. Xing’s hand blurred, catching the blow mid-air.
"Weak," Mad Tiger snarled, unleashing a barrage of 36 consecutive kicks. Xing deflected each with fluid grace, his arms a blur. When Mad Tiger switched to unpredictable, shadow-like strikes, Xing’s grip tightened.
Suddenly, Mad Tiger vanished. Xing whirled—only to face a fist hurtling at his temple. He blocked, but the blow sent shockwaves through his bones.
"You’re good," Xing admitted, grinning. "But I’ve sparred with tigers fiercer than you."
Fury Unleashed
Mad Tiger charged, arms blurring. Xing danced backward, countering with precise strikes. The crowd gasped as Xing’s hands left trails of blood—Mad Tiger’s blows were shredding his skin.
"This is pathetic!" Mad Tiger roared, leaping into a 720-degree aerial spin kick. Xing absorbed the impact, knees buckling.
"You fight like a cornered rat," Xing taunted, launching a counterattack. His claws ripped through Mad Tiger’s defenses, drawing blood. The tide turned.
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