A master of comedy!

Chapter 91 The Heavenly Wounded Star Descends to Earth

"Cang—Cang—Cang—!"

The gongs and drums resounded in Kowloon, stirring the blood and surging emotions of the people.

The two figures on the stage attracted the attention of the entire audience.

A man and a tiger were seen fighting.

Originally a fictional Wu Song in a play, he encounters a real tiger in the mountains. This scene of Wu Song fighting the tiger is a mix of truth and fiction, seemingly a play yet not quite, captivating the audience.

The tiger was as strong as an ox, its fur was as bright as fire, its eyes were scarlet, and its roar was like thunder, exuding the aura of a king.

Even among tigers, it can be called a king.

The tiger-slaying hero, however, not only held his own but displayed unparalleled skill, his fist techniques becoming incredibly powerful and domineering. The howling wind from his punches surpassed even the roar of a tiger, forcing the demonic tiger to retreat step by step.

Roar!
The tiger had been forced back to the edge of the stage. Feeling extremely frustrated, it suddenly roared and stretched out its fan-like forepaws to strike Zhou Sheng.

The clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.

This strike was truly terrifying, accompanied by a howling black wind, as if it were infused with demonic energy.

The tiger's strength was already astonishing, capable of tossing a stone block weighing over a thousand pounds like a ball. But this time, with this slap, its bones and muscles roared like thunder, and its breath surged like wind and clouds. It was truly a force of unparalleled power.

Zhou Sheng's eyes were bright, his black hair danced wildly, and he showed no sign of dodging, throwing another punch.

The spine is curved like a great dragon, or like a powerful bow drawn to its fullest extent, and the fist is the arrow that is shot out of the bow.

Hit the tiger!
Wu Song, the Pilgrim, is the reincarnation of the Heavenly Wound Star, one of the 108 demonic stars in the sky. He becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents and more ferocious when facing more dangerous ones.

Even with one arm severed, he could still unleash his ferocity and demonic power, creating the legend of capturing Fang La with one arm.

Since he sings about Wu Song, others will avoid his sharp edge!

With a muffled boom, Zhou Qi's blood surged, his robes fluttered wildly, and his thirty-five years of cultivation burst forth, making him as immovable as the Taihang Mountains, without taking a single step back.

Instead, the tiger was blasted off the stage, and when it landed on its front paws, it staggered and almost lost its balance.

"it is good!!"

"Hero who fought the tiger! Hero who fought the tiger!"

"What a hero! What a tiger-slaying commander!"

The audience below the stage was completely engrossed, their cheers erupting and their eyes filled with excitement.

Zhou Sheng was completely deaf to the cheers. His eyes were blazing with rage, as if he had gone mad. He leaped towards the tiger and actually rode on its back.

Roar! ! !
Being ridden on top of someone greatly provokes the tiger's dignity as the king of beasts.

It roared incessantly, carrying Zhou Sheng as it lunged forward like lightning, its spine shaking wildly in an attempt to throw the man off.

But Zhou Sheng held the tiger's neck tightly with both hands, and it wouldn't budge no matter how much it was shaken and swayed. He even released one hand and raised the fist that was as big as a bronze hammer.

"You beast, die!!"

The punch landed like a thunderbolt, a resounding blast, causing the roaring tiger to shudder violently, its golden fur surging like waves in the wind from the punch.

The tiger began to fight desperately, and gusts of demonic wind swept towards Zhou Sheng like steel blades, trying to pull him down.

With a few sharp ripping sounds, the costume on his upper body was torn, revealing his well-defined, bronze-colored muscles.

Zhou Sheng didn't care at all. He let out a long roar, and the golden lake in his dantian suddenly exploded, like a dragon flowing through the river, rushing into his throat through his meridians.

In an instant, the howling sound was like thunder across the sky, like the roar of a dragon entering the sea, which swept back the vast demonic wind.

Tigers roar and dragons roar!

boom!
Another punch landed, and the tiger let out a mournful cry, collapsing onto the stage like a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar crumbling.

One punch! One punch! And another punch!
The impact caused the stage to shake violently, and the props and decorations around it to collapse, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Backstage.

Yao Taifeng, Xiao Wu, and the others secretly left the stage while all the audience's attention was drawn to Zhou Sheng.

They stared at this incredible scene, their pupils widening in shock.

Yao Taifeng, in particular, stared intently at the figure on the stage, who resembled a demon god, her eyes unusually bright, seemingly lost in thought. Her red lips parted slightly as she murmured softly.

"He is both a real tiger and... a real Wu Song."

"Once this play is performed, the Peking Opera world will probably never see another Wu Song fighting the tiger."

This version of "Wu Song Fights the Tiger" is likely to become the last of its kind in Peking Opera. From now on, who will dare to say that they can sing "Wu Song Fights the Tiger"?
"Like the demon-slaying lord from heaven, he is truly the Tai Sui God on earth."

Xiao Wu stared blankly at the figure, then suddenly smiled with a sense of relief, completely extinguishing the last trace of resentment in his heart.

As a renowned martial arts performer, his status at Juxianlou was second only to the troupe leader and Yaotai Feng. However, with the sudden emergence of Boss Long, he felt that his position was threatened.

Although I respect Boss Long very much, I can't help but secretly have a slight thought of comparison.

But today's performance of Wu Song fighting the tiger made him realize the gap between them, and instead he felt a sense of awe and reverence.

Hongxian didn't have many words left. She stared wide-eyed at Zhou Sheng, who was fighting the tiger, and after a long while, she managed to utter four words.

"The boss is awesome!"

The last two words were mentioned by Zhou Sheng when he told her a story.

……

On the stage, every punch landed with a resounding, thunderous force.

The tiger roared and struggled at first, but later began to howl and scream in agony. After seven or eight punches, it was already on its last legs and had no power to resist.

Zhou Sheng's eyes widened in fury, and tiger blood almost stained his fists. The strong smell of blood only fueled his ferocity, making his punches even more ferocious.

When the Heavenly Wound Star descends to earth, the more blood is shed, the more ferocious it becomes.

With his fists clasped together in the Five Sacred Mountains Facing the Sky stance, he shouted "Open!" and the force of his fists crashed down like Mount Tai, as if to smash the beast's head until its brains splattered everywhere!

Just then, Guan, the troupe leader, spoke with a hint of anxiety.

"Danshan, please hold back!"

Boom! !
The force of the punch was like a raging torrent, penetrating to the bone. The already shaky stage caved in three inches with a crack, and finally collapsed with a roar before everyone's eyes.

When Master Guan rushed over and saw clearly, his gaze sharpened.

Zhou Sheng's clothes were tattered, his long hair was disheveled, and his bronze muscles gleamed in the candlelight, making him look like a Vajra in a temple, exuding a fierce aura.

The tiger had completely fainted; only the slight rise and fall of its chest indicated that it was still alive.

It turned out that Zhou Sheng missed the tiger's head by half an inch at the last moment.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, I'm not dead!

Guan Buping finally felt relieved. If Zhou Sheng had really smashed and killed the general's beloved pet, then the entire Juxianlou would have been finished.

Zhou Sheng was alive and had exceptional martial arts skills, so escaping and surviving wouldn't be difficult for him. However, none of the people in Juxianlou could escape.

Having lived in this ghost town for so many years, he knew all too well how terrifying that general was.

However, as long as the tiger is alive, there is still room for things to turn around.

After all, their Juxianlou restaurant had performed for the city lord and received his praise.

After a brief silence, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted from the audience.

The two ghostly soldiers stepped forward tremblingly, intending to carry away the tiger, but when Zhou Sheng glanced at them, they were so frightened that they dared not take another step.

"Master Wu... could you perhaps allow us to..."

"Carry General Tiger back?"

Seeing that Zhou Sheng's hand was still on the tiger's head, another ghost soldier immediately showed a pleading expression.

"Good sir, we don't want this money, please... have mercy on us!"

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　Thank you Yu Xianji for the 500 reward! Sending you love!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)