YE YIMING HADN'T GONE FAR WHEN YE QI AND DA HEI CAUGHT UP WITH HIM.

"Young Master, we can rest for a while now. It's getting late, and we should call it a day," Ye Qi suggested, noticing that although Ye Yiming was still panting, he had performed admirably earlier.

"Woof!" Da Hei wagged its tail and barked in agreement.

Only then did Ye Yiming fully relax, squatting down and sitting on the ground.

As night fell, by a small pool, Ye Yiming and Ye Qi were roasting meat—wild boar meat!

Thanks to the space within his Celestial Ring, which had expanded to nine cubic meters, Ye Yiming had packed some pots, pans, condiments, and barbecue tools in addition to valuable and commonly used items. These were all to deal with situations like this.

When Ye Yiming suddenly took out a pile of barbecue tools, it startled Ye Qi, who repeatedly asked Ye Yiming how he managed it.

Having encountered such questions many times before, Ye Yiming was no longer nervous. He calmly explained that the mysterious "strange person" had once again been mentioned.

Upon hearing that the "strange person" had given Ye Yiming a ring capable of storing objects, Ye Qi's gaze never left Ye Yiming's right hand.

Fortunately, Ye Yiming was quite skilled at roasting meat. Once the deliciously fragrant meat was ready, Ye Qi was deeply attracted and stopped focusing on Ye Yiming's ring.

If Ye Qi was this entranced, it was even more so for the foodie Da Hei.

Given the circumstances, Ye Yiming had no choice but to play the role of a barbecue master.

After the feast, Ye Qi began to instruct Ye Yiming on his performance in today's combat.

He pointed out where Ye Yiming's strength was lacking, where his reactions were slow, and other issues, giving Ye Yiming a deeper understanding of his combat deficiencies.

Ye Qi's guidance continued until late at night, significantly enhancing Ye Yiming's combat experience.

...

The night passed without incident. When Ye Yiming woke up, it was already early morning.

Da Hei was no longer by his side, but Ye Yiming wasn't worried. He knew Da Hei had gone out to play. Here, Da Hei was like the local tyrant, so there was nothing to worry about. After tidying up, Ye Yiming planned to leave and find some demonic beasts to spar with.

Having received Ye Qi's guidance last night, Ye Yiming felt he had made some progress. He wanted to test his improvements against a few demonic beasts.

"Rustle!"

Just as Ye Yiming finished packing and was about to leave, there was a rustling in the nearby bushes. Suddenly, a black shadow leapt out. When Ye Yiming saw the shadow clearly, his whole body bristled with fear.

What shadow?

It was a large tiger with yellow and black stripes, white forehead, and piercing eyes! From its aura, Ye Yiming could clearly sense its demonic beast level.

This was a mid-human-level tiger!

One stage higher than himself, which naturally alarmed Ye Yiming.

But, thanks to his combat experience from yesterday, Ye Yiming quickly forced himself to calm down.

Once calm, he began to scrutinize the tiger in front of him.

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The tiger had a natural "king" character on its forehead, whiskers curled up high, and intimidating eyes that stared unblinkingly at Ye Yiming, sending chills down his spine.

The tiger's massive body had yellow and black patterns, a cat-like face with a blood-red mouth and sharp teeth, powerful limbs, sharp claws, and a long tail like a steel whip.

The tail, especially, swung leisurely, occasionally sweeping the ground, raising clouds of dust.

These traits showed the tiger's fierce nature, making Ye Yiming's heart race with fear.

No wonder people say, "The tiger is the king of beasts." This situation was not exaggerated at all!

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the tiger roared, like a thunderclap in midair, shaking the ground. Ye Yiming was momentarily stunned by the unexpected roar.

At that moment, the tiger seized the opportunity, leaping with its blood-red mouth open, revealing sharp fangs, lunging at Ye Yiming.

At this critical moment, a cool sensation from the Celestial Ring on Ye Yiming's right hand snapped him back to reality. Seeing the tiger's maw close in, he instinctively sidestepped, rolled to the ground, and narrowly avoided the beast's lethal attack.

Having dodged the deadly strike, Ye Yiming quickly stood up, eyes fixed on the tiger.

Staring at the tiger, with its powerful body, strong limbs, and glowing green eyes, Ye Yiming broke into a cold sweat.

Just a little more, and he would have been dead. The tiger, as the king of beasts, was indeed formidable! Its strength far surpassed his own, likely equivalent to a late human-level warrior's strength!

"Roar!"

Before Ye Yiming could finish his thoughts, the king of beasts roared again, charging at him once more.

This time, somewhat prepared, Ye Yiming narrowly avoided the beast's fierce pounce.

"Roar!"

Failing once more, the king of beasts became furious. It grew more frenzied, pressing its front paws on the ground, baring its fangs, and leaping at Ye Yiming again. Ye Yiming once again dodged the savage attack.

But unexpectedly, as he dodged the frontal attack, he didn't notice the tiger's whip-like tail sweeping powerfully towards him.

"Thud!" Unprepared, Ye Yiming's arm was struck by the tail.

"Thump, thump, thump!" The sudden force knocked Ye Yiming back several steps, almost causing him to fall.

Rubbing his numbed and aching right arm, Ye Yiming felt a wave of fear. The force of the tiger's tail strike was at least a thousand pounds.

Thankfully, Ye Yiming was now an early human-level warrior. Otherwise, his right hand would have been broken by that strike.

A thousand pounds of force from just a tail strike! How powerful was this king of beasts?

Was it a peak human-level demonic beast or even an earth-level demonic beast?

Ye Yiming had no time to ponder as the king of beasts launched a new round of attacks.

He heard a whistling sound, and a foul wind hit his face. Looking up, Ye Yiming saw the king of beasts leaping at him again.

Seeing the situation, Ye Yiming gritted his teeth, fixed his gaze on the approaching tiger, and stopped dodging.

In a split second, as the tiger's maw was about to bite him, Ye Yiming suddenly ducked, dodging the beast's pounce, and punched it hard under the belly.

"Roar!"

The tiger cried out in pain, but even so, it remained fierce.

"Swish!"

"Rip!"

At the last moment, the tiger's hind legs slashed at Ye Yiming's neck. Although he dodged the vital spot, his shoulder still bore three bloody claw marks.

The tiger landed, turned around, and pounced at Ye Yiming again.

Ye Yiming had no time to check his wounds. Seeing the tiger coming at him again, he roared, channeling all his inner strength, and at the last moment, grabbed the tiger's neck.

The tiger, with its neck gripped, struggled violently. Ye Yiming, eyes wide and face red, held on tightly, kicking the tiger's belly with all his might.

The tiger writhed in pain, scratching Ye Yiming with its claws, leaving numerous wounds.

Ye Yiming nearly cried from the pain. Seeing the tiger's struggles intensifying and feeling himself weakening, he decided to release its neck but had a sudden idea.

He released the tiger's neck, flipped over, and landed on its back.

The tiger, feeling the grip loosen, didn't react in time as it felt a new weight on its back and its neck tightening again.

Ye Yiming's plan was to jump on the tiger's back and use his right arm to choke it while punching its head with his left.

The tiger struggled to see behind it, flailing to shake off Ye Yiming. Despite its efforts, Ye Yiming clung to it like an octopus, punching its head repeatedly.

The tiger, panicked, ran wildly, crashing into trees and bushes. Yet, after a short time, Ye Yiming remained on its back, continuing his assault.

Suddenly, Ye Yiming's left hand found a large rock. He grabbed it and smashed it on the tiger's head.

"Roar!"

The tiger yelped in pain, speeding up. But Ye Yiming, enjoying the smashing, continued hitting the tiger's head until it was bleeding profusely, its roars weakening, and its speed slowing.

"Smack!"

Finally, with one last blow, the stone in Ye Yiming's hand shattered, and the tiger collapsed.

Seeing the fallen tiger, panting weakly and no longer majestic, Ye Yiming winced in pain but smiled in relief.

To ensure his safety, Ye Yiming struggled off the tiger's back, trembling as he lifted a large stone and smashed the tiger's head.

With a final shudder, the king of beasts lay still.

Only then did Ye Yiming truly relax, succumbing to the pain and fainting.

After Ye Yiming passed out, there was a rustling in the nearby bushes.

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