(1) The Sixth Fang (1)
The sun shines through the unobstructed sky, pouring fire and heat down on this ancient continent, the land cracks, the rivers dry up, the red rocks are like burning flames, and the wind resounds, and the thirsty cry of countless creatures resounds—this is the African savannah in the dry season, the vast rivers and lakes in the rainy season are now dotted with mud ponds, and countless herbivores and carnivores frantically gather around these mud ponds, in order to survive, to add a little body to the next great migration, they forget about the danger, Rushing towards the mud pond with a suicidal frenzy. The dirty mud waves rolled violently, and the terrifying Nile crocodiles came up from the mire one by one, opened their cold pupils, and fiercely pounced on the herds of zebras, bison, antelope, and wildebeests, splashing in all directions, blood arrows soaring, and a terrible scream opened the curtain of another ** slaughter.
"Roar—" An angry roar rang out from the hill, and almost at the same time, a mighty lion burst out of the grass and swooped down on the panicked wildebeest. It was a full-grown male lion, with a golden mane on his neck, strong limbs like steel pillars, a terrifying volcanic power in his body, and blood-stained fangs bursting out of the sun with a murderous cold light—he was the true "king" of the grassland, invincible and invincible, like a whirlwind sweeping over the hills. The strong wildebeest looked at the golden lion figure flying in the sky, trembling all over, and a dying wail came out of his mouth. If nothing happens, its throat will be torn apart, and every bone and flesh will be reduced to the scorching dust of this arid grassland. At this moment, a figure burst out of the grass and collided with the roaring lion king in midair. "Boom-" It seemed that the earth was shaking, and the lion's body weighing hundreds of kilograms was knocked out, and the half-human-high barren grass was flattened in an instant. The male lion flew to his feet, his pupils filled with tyrannical and cruel blood red, and glared fiercely at the young and tall figure in front of him. In this savannah, it is the overlord of the heavens, and no one dares to stop its killing, let alone challenge its authority. The figure's chest was torn out by its claws into two deep grooves of blood, and the smell of fresh blood made every pore go berserk, and it raised its massive head, its mane burst, and let out a terrifying roar into the sky that made the beasts tremble—it must kill this tiny human, chew every bone of him alive.
"Roar-" The male lion opened his bloody mouth, the muscles of his body exploded, and his two powerful hind legs kicked up the dust, and his body tore through the air, and he pounced on the figure in front of him with incredible speed and fury. It came prepared this time, and it only needed one face to completely tear that stubborn figure apart.
In the face of the furious male lion, the figure did not retreat or flee, and he rushed forward against the male lion with his bare hands. At the moment when the two front paws of the male lion pressed on his shoulder, his body fluttered strangely, his left shoulder hit the abdomen of the male lion, the thumb and index finger of his right hand buckled into a phoenix eye, and the sharp "half-finger fist" hit the male lion's heart. This punch is extremely domineering and indestructible, even a 60-centimeter-thick concrete wall can penetrate it, not to mention the flesh and blood of a lion?
"Bang-" The muscles of the lion's body twitched sharply, and the powerful penetrating power of the "half-finger fist" directly shattered its sternum, shattering its heart alive. "Roar—" The lion opened its jaw, blood and heart shards spurting out of his mouth. It stared at its blood-red pupils, and its furious power burst through its body, its thick front claws tearing open the man's back, and its razor-sharp fangs stabbed into the man's neck. The man suddenly turned, his right hand firmly against the lion's jaw, and his left hand pointed like a knife, piercing the lion's throat like lightning. The male lion let out a desperate howl, blood rose against the air like a match, its muscles slowly relaxed, its mouth and nose exhaled vigorously, and the luster of life in its pupils quickly passed