Chapter 6 Tiger and Wild Boar King
Due to its size, the gray ball transferred into the squirrel's body was not that big.
About 80% of the gray balls still remain in the rocky body.
Therefore, Lin Zhongtian is now controlling two bodies at the same time. This skill of multi-tasking is as simple as drinking water and eating as a human being in his previous life.
Not to mention two bodies, he can easily control twenty bodies.
but……
"Sure enough, I'm more accustomed to living in a human body!"
On the shoulder of the stone man in the dark cave, a dark brown squirrel sighed.
Of course, to others, this sigh is just a squeak.
Outside the cave, the sun in the sky had passed its highest point and began to set towards the west.
Lin Zhongtian looked at the brightly lit cave entrance, thought for a while, and controlled the stone man to take steps.
He hasn't been out of the cave for five days, and it's time to go out and relax.
It just so happened that the three tigers had just gone hunting not long ago, so it would be interesting to watch the documentary up close.
Speaking of these three tigers, I have to mention them.
In the past half month, Lin Zhongtian successfully tamed these three tigers with gray mist filaments as rewards and helped them develop the good habit of going home every night.
Nowadays, these three tigers go out to hunt during the day and return to the cave in the evening, pestering Lin Zhongtian for thin threads of gray mist.
Although he had a rock body and could not speak, Lin Zhongtian still named the three tigers.
They are Great Wall, Changan and Geely, all three of which were domestic car brand names in his previous life.
Naming the three tigers in this way actually doesn't make much sense.
But when Lin Zhongtian was naming them, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have seen a tiger named "Rolls-Royce" on the Internet in his previous life, so he gave these three tigers such names on a whim.
Among them, Great Wall is the largest adult female tiger.
Chang'an is the chosen tiger that swallowed the gray ball.
As for Geely, he is the last mascot with no sense of existence.
Facts have indeed proved that Geely's potential is far less than that of Changan.
After swallowing the gray balls, Chang'an was still able to swallow more than three gray mist filaments every day, while Geely only started to suffer from twitching discomfort after swallowing two gray mist filaments.
As for the Great Wall, probably due to its size and weight, it can swallow at least five gray mist filaments every day.
Under the blessing of Lin Zhongtian's sufficient gray mist, whether it is the Great Wall, Chang'an or Geely, they are constantly getting stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye. Both physically and intellectually, they have completely crushed their kind.
But there is only one thing, that is, their body shape has not changed at all.
This was obviously also affected by the gray fog.
Lin Zhongtian guessed that perhaps it was because they had not yet fully evolved to the limit of their current size, so Gray Mist spent all its energy on strengthening their bodies, leaving no remaining energy for them to increase their size.
Compared with their body size, the weight of these three tigers has increased a lot.
Chang'an's weight has nearly doubled, which shows how dense his muscles and bones are.
After walking out of the cave, the little squirrel on the stone man's shoulder pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and soon caught one or two faint tiger roars from the wind blowing in the forest.
After determining the direction, Lin Zhongtian jumped off the shoulders of the rock body, climbed up to the treetops in twos and twos, and jumped and flew among the trees with his enhanced jumping power that far exceeded that of a squirrel.
The rocky body could only follow slowly due to the bending range of its knees.
Soon, Lin Zhongtian came to the place where the roar came from.
Pushing aside the leaves blocking his eyes, a dark beast appeared in front of him.
It was a wild boar weighing at least six hundred pounds.
All modern people who have read novels have more or less heard of the ranking of one pig, two bears and three tigers.
However, this ranking is only for humans. If they fight each other, wild boars are not the opponent of tigers.
But no matter what, in this wild mountain forest, wild boars are rare beings that can be compared with tigers, especially this 600-pound adult wild boar, which has reached its peak both in terms of weight and strength.
Not to mention that wild boars in the mountains will look for pine trees in the forest from the age of two or three, use their tusks to pick apart the bark, and then use their bodies to rub the pine oil flowing out of the wounds on the trunks. He took the pine oil from his body and ran to roll in the hard gravel areas in the mountains.
If this is repeated, thick armor will be hung on the back, shoulders and sides of the wild boar.
This is what hunters often call "wild boar armor."
With this armor, as well as its huge size and weight, the wild boar runs rampant in this mountain forest. Even the king of this mountain forest, the tigress with cubs, is wary of it and never dares to really deal with it. It takes action.
But today, the tiger found it for some reason and ignored its warning and attacked.
The wild boar originally thought that the opponent's claws could not break through the defense of his armor, and he only had to focus on protecting his abdomen and throat during the battle.
But who would have thought that the thick armor it was proud of would be like paper in front of the opponent's sharp claws. It was easily torn open and left several holes on its thick back. A hideous wound.
Red blood gurgled out from its back, flowing slowly along its mountain-like body, and gathered into a pool of white steaming blood at its feet.
"Fen'er! Fen'er!"
The wild boar stared with its small blood-red eyes and let out an angry and frightened roar.
Two streams of white gas spurted out from its pig nose, mixed with the smell of blood and dissipated in the mist in the forest.
In comparison, the tiger opposite was obviously much more calm.
It was pacing in place gracefully, extending its tongue covered with barbs to lick the pig blood on its paws, while squinting at the wild boar indifferently with its yellow-brown eyes.
Perhaps because of the abundant sunlight, the black pupils in the tiger's eyes turned into two vertical lines.
Coupled with the tiger's careless movements, it completely ignited the anger in the wild boar's heart.
"Fen'er! Fen'er!"
With red eyes, the wild boar dug the ground with one leg, and then suddenly trampled the dead branches on the ground. Two streams of white air came out of the pig's nose, and it hit the tiger in front of it like a black wall.
Generally speaking, when faced with prey that is not inferior to itself in size and weight, a tiger will try its best to use its flexibility to deal with it, thereby avoiding the possible harm caused by a head-on conflict.
But the tiger in front of him obviously didn't intend to do this.
Facing the charging wild boar, the tiger assumed a fighting stance, staring at the opponent with a pair of tiger eyes.
When the wild boar approached, the tiger jumped up suddenly and slapped the wild boar hard on the head.
At this moment, the sunlight shines on its brocade-like fur, rippling like water waves, highlighting the sculpture-like hard and plump muscles under the fur.
"boom--"
A huge sound was accompanied by the sound of skulls cracking.
The surging force caused the wild boar's head to tilt, and its forward body was completely unbalanced and completely deviated from its direction.
The tiger turned over and its five sharp claws easily pierced the flesh of the wild boar's head and hooked into the skull.
The weight of nearly 400 kilograms, coupled with the tiger's own muscle strength, was completely unbearable for the wild boar beneath him. The two front legs instantly fell to their knees involuntarily and slid forward for a certain distance under the action of inertia.
At the same time, the tiger riding on the back of the wild boar opened its huge mouth and bit the back of the wild boar's neck from above.
"Feng'er!!"
With blood splattering, the wild boar let out an extremely miserable roar.