Because the men in black robes had clustered together, Little Tiger’s attack didn’t have its intended effect.
Although the men in black robes were too weak to see Little Tiger’s movements, Round Dance could.
Little Tiger approached the men in black robes at an astonishing speed. Just as it was about to pounce, intending to sink its sharp claws into one of their chests, Round Dance, who stood in the middle, reacted.
"Divine-Beating Whip!"
"CRACK! CRACK!"
Round Dance gripped his whip, his gaze incredibly sharp. Just as Little Tiger was about to bring down one of the men in black, he lashed out in the direction of its pounce.
The immense power caused the whip to make a series of sharp cracks, like popping soybeans. A strange, suffocating pressure filled the air.
Round Dance’s reaction was unbelievably fast. The whip strike was incredibly fierce, and its angle was wickedly precise, completely cutting off Little Tiger’s path of attack!
If Little Tiger dared to press the attack, it would be met with a powerful lash from a Battle King!
But would Little Tiger be foolish enough to charge straight into that whip?
Of course not.
Beneath Little Tiger’s cute and foolish-looking exterior lay absolute composure and the meticulous mind of a predator.
Seeing how fierce Round Dance’s strike was and how it had sealed off its path, Little Tiger certainly wasn’t going to charge through and take the hit.
That would be a foolish move!
Even if it managed to break through and kill one or two of the men in black, it would be severely injured in the process. It wouldn’t help the situation at all.
The core of the enemy group was the Battle King, Round Dance. As long as he was still standing, this group of black-robed men would retain their formidable Combat Power, which was not a good thing for Little Tiger.
Killing a few men in black robes via a mutually destructive attack was simply not worth it.
Those black-robed minions were just small prey. The real prize was the Battle King, Round Dance!
Therefore, before hunting the main prize, Round Dance, Little Tiger couldn’t allow itself to be injured. It couldn’t foolishly charge in for a head-on clash.
The only way was to find opportunities to pick off the men in black robes one by one. Once they were all gone and Round Dance was alone, even with his Battle King strength, Little Tiger was confident it could wear him down and finish him off.
Furthermore, once all the men in black were dead, the successive loss of his subordinates would deal a blow to Round Dance’s morale. This would, in turn, affect his performance in battle.
When Little Tiger faced him then, the fight wouldn’t be nearly as difficult.
This was Little Tiger’s strategy!
Of course, this wasn’t to say Little Tiger was exceptionally intelligent. It was merely its combat instinct. It knew when to fight, when to retreat, when it was in danger of being injured, and when it was certain it could kill its enemy.
This was the combat instinct of a Golden Blood Green-eyed Tiger.
"SWISH!"
As Round Dance’s whip cracked through the air, Little Tiger forcibly twisted its body in mid-pounce. It then used its incredible speed and agility to dodge to the side.
It didn’t pause upon landing. With a light touch, it sprang back up, changed its direction, and pounced toward the men in black robes once more.
Little Tiger had forcibly changed its frontal assault into a flanking attack.
This series of movements was impossibly fast and fluid. Other than Round Dance, none of the men in black robes even saw that in a single, fleeting moment, Little Tiger had attacked, dodged, changed direction, and attacked again.
To the men in black, Little Tiger was just a flash before it vanished from their sight, as if it had become invisible. They couldn’t see its figure at all, let alone fight it or even try to resist!
They weren’t strong enough. Their eyes simply couldn’t keep up with Little Tiger’s Speed!
"CRACK!"
Round Dance’s whip struck empty air, cracking down on the arena floor. A crisp sound rang out as the powerful lash gouged out a fist-sized crater, sending shattered stone flying across the stage.
The floor around the crater also fractured from the impact, creating a spiderweb of cracks. It was a testament to the immense power behind that single lash.
Now, facing Little Tiger’s renewed attack from a different direction, the momentum from Round Dance’s whip strike was spent. It was too late for him to retract it and counter.
However, Round Dance was a Battle King, after all. His strength was far beyond that of any Battle Spirit. And after cultivating for so long, the techniques he possessed were not limited to the whip in his hand.
As he retracted his whip, he simultaneously reached into his robe with his left hand and drew out a short blade.
Then, without wasting a moment, Round Dance held the short blade horizontally and slashed toward Little Tiger’s pounce.
"Nine Blades Chaotic Dance!"
"WHIR! WHIR! WHIR!"
As the short blade slashed toward Little Tiger, it multiplied into nine afterimages. These nine blade shadows crisscrossed and interwove, looking like butterflies flitting playfully through a field of flowers, with no discernible pattern.
The speed at which they wove together was dazzling, making it impossible to distinguish illusion from reality. One couldn’t tell which of the blade shadows was the true attack!
If Little Tiger insisted on attacking from that direction, it would certainly be struck by the nine blade shadows!
With the attack from his short blade, Round Dance had once again sealed off Little Tiger’s path of attack!
Of course, these remaining men in black were all Silver Robed Martial Artists from the Wolf Heaven Mercenary Corps—the best of the best. How could Round Dance possibly let Little Tiger kill them so easily?
So now, even if it meant using every trick up his sleeve, he had to protect his men!
’He’s truly worthy of being a Three-star Battle King!’
From a distance, Wang Zongyao watched Round Dance’s reaction and his seamless chain of defense and offense. Even though Round Dance was an enemy, he couldn’t help but marvel inwardly. The man was simply too powerful.
Wang Zongyao was one of the few who could follow Little Tiger’s movements, but if he had been in Round Dance’s position just now, he was absolutely certain he wouldn’t have been able to save his men.
Faced with Little Tiger’s sudden change of direction, he would only have been able to watch helplessly as his men were killed.
Compared to Round Dance, who could fight off Little Tiger’s attacks with a whip in one hand and a blade in the other, Wang Zongyao felt he was leagues behind.
"Hm?"
Tang Yi was also very surprised. He hadn’t expected Round Dance to be so skilled and possess so many different techniques.
’Round Dance doesn’t have my kind of Speed, he hasn’t taken any Attribute Pills, and he definitely isn’t wearing Equipment like my Divine Boots. Yet even under Little Tiger’s relentless assault, he’s able to keep pace and continuously block its attacks. That’s truly astonishing.’
’And he’s doing all this while being burdened by his subordinates. If this were a one-on-one fight without them holding him back, Little Tiger’s current strategy might not work at all. It might not even be a match for Round Dance!’
This thought made Tang Yi a little curious. ’Just what kind of organization is the Wolf Heaven Mercenary Corps,’ he wondered, ’to have so many masters among its ranks?’

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