The Tiger King was like a tiger bursting out of its cage. Each individual could fight Luo Zheng to a draw, or even surpass him, but before the Tiger King, the black-robed enemies were as weak as ants, unable to withstand a single blow from his sword. Watching them, Luo Zheng's eyes widened in shock, and he was inwardly alarmed. On this blood-soaked path, more than thirty black-robed men had fallen, yet the Tiger King was unscathed, roaring from time to time, growing fiercer with each battle.
Slashing through enemies, they came upon a side tunnel where two black-robed men charged at them. The Tiger King lunged forward to strike, sending both adversaries flying backward with a clang as they desperately blocked with their swords. The Tiger King pounced to deliver a killing blow to one of them, which made the man cry out in panic, "Friendly, friendly!"
