Please die

Please die

[Tai Lung's POV]

I stood on of a small pile of bodies, which was on top of a small boulder as I looked down at the battlefield with a satisfied smile.

My soldiers were winning as the enemy had given their back out of fear. It was not hard to cut down enemies who had no courage to face you.Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

I had stopped fighting after taking out the initial soldiers as I needed to conserve Chi, especially after pulling off a big move like I just did.

I did not know what the enemy was planning, so I had to be ready for everything. Besides, my effort would be better placed to change the tide of the war rather than to double down when we were already winning.

The war continued on as the battle cry and the frequent explosion of cannons filled the valley. I was sure the ground was shaking too, although I was standing in an elevation so I couldn't feel it.

I saw how they tried to send their Kung Fu Masters to the frontlines to change the tide of the battle but just like I had instructed, Master Ox and Master Croc came down from the mountain and stopped them.

They were Kung Fu masters, sure, but they were not even strong enough for me to remember their names. That meant each of them was weaker than one of the Furious Five so even if there were eight of them, I knew Master Ox and Croc would be able to handle them.

"Push ahead my soldiers!!" I roared from behind, giving more motivation and ferocity to my soldiers and it also worked to frighten the enemy as they were reminded of my despairing presence.

Its like two children sparring in the presence of one parent. The kid without a parent would never even be able to muster enough aggression to give a proper fight.

Everything was going well.

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Until it was not.

*VOOOOOWWWWWMMMM!!!!*

"AHHHHH!!!!!"

Screams

But this time, they drilled into my ears because they were from my soldiers.

!!!

The wolves fighting at the frontlines got their body thrown in the air and before they hit the ground, their bodies were cut into multiple places as a whirlwind swept past them.

The scene looked oddly similar to how I ran through the frontlines not too long ago. If a master was to look at both scenes, they would be able to tell that both of them were executed in a shockingly similar manner.

It was almost the exact same style of fighting and technique.

"Tai Lung!!!!" I heard an angry roar. I registered the wrath in the voice but I was stuck in its familiarity instead.

A white blur, like the wind.

I could feel how it flew right at me, destroying and knocking away anything between us as its aim stayed true. A heavy malicious intent grasps the air with its cold hands.

Now my sense tickled, something deep in my bones which once guided my ancestor away from danger.

It screamed, 'Run' or 'Fight'.

A thin sound, sharp and high pitched entered my sensitive ears as I saw black claws slicing the air and coming at me.

I pushed out my own claws and swiped up, slicing the space between us as two sets of claws met in a spark of razor clash.

A deep silence followed the most violent exchange of the war. It was the calm after the storm.

Master White Tiger was the first to stand up and there were multiple small cuts on his body. Small streams of blood painted his white fur crimson but there were no serious injuries.

I was still crouching down, not because I did not want to but because I couldn't.

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"You've changed." I said in an eerie monotonous tone.

Then small cuts also appeared on my body, painting my fur red. But unlike him, there was also a deeper wound right at my left chest.

But that was not the only part where the difference between us ended.

If you look closely, my wounds were bleeding more and there were small dark blood vessels popping out around them.

Especially on the huge claw mark on my chest.

It was poison.

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Now I knew why my instincts were screaming at me that much when I could beat him easily. It explained why I felt a sense of threat even though I was stronger.

He coated his claws with poison.

Really? How could he?

That posture, that challenge. It was meant to be respected with dignity.

He had dedicated his whole life to this Kung Fu, it was baffling how he could show such disrespect when even I, myself showed him courtesy by accepting his challenge.

"You lost your honour."

"Like I said before, you should've stayed in prison." He said and looked at me, "Now please die, Tai Lung."

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