Xu Qing raised an eyebrow, about to respond, but suddenly turned to look behind Sun Erzhuang.
"The monster you mentioned, is it that thing behind you?"
As soon as Xu Qing finished speaking, the candles in the temple suddenly extinguished, leaving only a wisp of white smoke drifting away.
Sun Erzhuang gulped, revealing a smile that was about to turn into a sob.
"Mr. Xu, please don’t scare me, I have a weak heart."
"I’m not scaring you. If you don’t believe me, turn around and have a look."
Sun Erzhuang stiffly turned his head. Without the candlelight, the entire hall was pitch black.
Outside, the wind and rain battered the dilapidated windows and doors, making clattering and creaking sounds.
Sun Erzhuang looked behind him and saw a flash of lightning illuminating the window of the Incense Hall.
On the window, like a shadow puppet screen, appeared a tall, thin black figure.
Though Sun Erzhuang was frightened, he was kind-hearted. He saw the silhouette on the window seemed human rather than a monster, so he stifled his fear and spoke.
"Brother, it’s raining heavily outside. Would you like to come in and take shelter?"
The person outside the window was silent for a moment. But when the next flash of lightning illuminated the Incense Hall, the window was empty.
Only Xu Qing had a slight reaction, turning his gaze towards the temple door.
A strange wind carrying a foul mist rushed in, instantly blowing open the dilapidated temple doors.
Outside, the tall, thin man stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the rainstorm, allowing the wind and rain to lash against him.
Sun Erzhuang, not understanding, took two steps forward to ask, but was stopped by Xu Qing’s outstretched hand.
The tall, thin man seemed injured, a strong smell of blood emanating from him. Xu Qing opened his Yin Pupil and saw a skeletal, emaciated tiger shadow behind the man, its ears flat, head lowered, and foul drool dripping from its mouth.
Feeling the undisguised hostile gaze from Xu Qing, the tall, thin man seemed provoked and roared, charging towards Xu Qing without a second thought.
In less than ten steps, the tall, thin man first ran like a normal person, then moved like a primitive beast, using his forelimbs to assist his dash.
When he was within five steps, the man suddenly transformed mid-air into a thin tiger, claws swinging and foul mouth open, lunging towards Xu Qing.
Xu Qing squinted slightly, the foul wind from the thin tiger whipping his clothes.
Facing the tiger’s mouth close at hand, Xu Qing showed no panic. He bent his knees slightly, planting the martial artist’s customary horse stance.
Then came a standard straight punch!
Mastery of the Tiger Seal Dragon Form Fist allowed Xu Qing to imbue the essence into any seemingly ordinary punch.
At this moment, the virtual image of the dragon and tiger appeared behind Xu Qing, and on his outstretched fist, a fierce tiger’s head opened its mouth towards the thin tiger!
They say a mountain cannot have two tigers, and when two tigers fight, one must be injured.
Now, with the tiger fist against the real tiger, there must be a victor.
Finally, the two tigers collided, shaking the entire Incense Hall.
The sound was like a thunderclap, resonating through the small temple, swirling up the accumulated dust.
Sun Erzhuang was affected by the aftermath, with the mixed fist wind and demon wind blinding him.
When he finally opened his eyes, Xu Qing had already withdrawn his fist and was standing upright.
Opposite Xu Qing, a large hole had appeared in the wall of the Incense Hall.