The appearance is an S-level awakened person

A tiger-like monster with snow-white fur and dark purple eyes appeared in front of him.

The tiger monster's body was very sturdy, not much less than the van, and its sharp teeth were covered with red liquid, which slowly dripped onto the ground.

Its limbs and torso were full of bite marks from the demon wolves, and the blood dyed its snow-white fur red. At the wound, blood was still flowing.

Dozens of demon wolves surrounded the tiger monster in an attacking posture, with their fur standing upright and their teeth bared, staring at the injured tiger monster.

Outside this encirclement, the bodies of more than a dozen demon wolves fell unevenly on the ground, with broken intestines, broken internal organs, and limbs that were bitten into meat residue scattered around.

This scene was like a hell on earth, and it really happened in front of Mo Li. He had never experienced such a tragic situation before, and he was stunned for a moment, and a strong feeling of nausea filled his body.

It made him almost vomit.

In the first eighteen years, Mo Li had been living in the happy cradle created by the country for them. He only knew the law of the jungle in the wild from books and documentaries.

In the past, he was like an ordinary teenager. He felt that the books described the battles between monsters too much, and believed that people with strong psychological endurance would never be scared.

It's just blood and organs mixed together. What's the big deal? At most, it's just a wrinkle.

Once upon a time, this inherent idea was implanted deep in his brain, and he naturally included himself in the category of mentally strong people in his fantasy.

This wrong and unrealistic thinking has accompanied him from elementary school to now. As early as yesterday, he didn't think so much.

When he first hunted the magic wolf in the D-level 80 monster mountain range, he was just a little unhappy. He thought he would remain the same in the future, but reality gave him a head-on blow.

The battle between the tiger demon and the demon wolf made his stomach acid surge. Mo Li hadn't eaten anything in the morning, not even water, so he couldn't vomit.

"Ugh--"

"Ugh--" Mo Li bent over the tree and kept retching.

His eyebrows were twisted into a ball, his face was pale, and the air was mixed with a strong smell of blood, which strongly stimulated his sense of smell.

This scene today brought a huge shock to Mo Li's heart. His calves softened and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Mo Li came to his senses in time, and he straightened his legs despite the discomfort of his body. The ice elements gathered in his hands and condensed into a thin layer of fine ice.

"Hu--"

"Calm down, I need to calm down, hu--"

"Breathe in, exhale." Mo Li took several deep breaths, and put his palms full of ice against his face. The bone-piercing coldness made him sober instantly.

After briefly escaping from the dizzy state, he wiped the sweat off his forehead, exerted force on his feet, and jumped to the other side of the battlefield, ready to take advantage of the situation.

"No matter who wins, I can reap the benefits." Mo Li was very close to the tiger monster at that time, and with his strength, he could sneak attack the opponent at once.

The number of magic wolves was dozens of times that of tiger monsters, but the combat effectiveness of tiger monsters was several orders of magnitude higher than that of magic wolves, and even the number of them was not very effective.

In a blink of an eye, the number of magic wolves dropped to single digits, and their eyes were full of murderous intent, staring at the tiger monster approaching forward.

"Roar!"

The tiger monster, who was blind in one eye, roared wildly, and the leaves were blown into a mess by its roar, which made people's eardrums hurt.

The tiger monster pressed forward with its front paws, and the ground was cracked by this huge force, and the mud splashed on each magic wolf.

Mo Li was a little surprised. He had seen the performance of this tiger demon. A second-level demon beast was surrounded by dozens of first-level demon beasts and could still protect itself.

It even broke out of the siege and killed all the demon wolves. It was difficult for ordinary second-level demon beasts to do this. Mo Li initially analyzed that the strength of this tiger demon should be at the second-level intermediate level.

This time he went out and found a treasure. The fur of the second-level tiger demon beast can be sold for money, and the tiger teeth and tiger claws are also valuable. The income from this trip can exceed 100,000 at least.

Mo Li rubbed his hands, waiting for the moment when the tiger demon's breath was the weakest. As long as he found an opportunity, he could kill it with one knife.

Several more demon wolves died in the time Mo Li imagined. Only one demon wolf king was still struggling. It opened its bloody mouth and roared at the tiger demon.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The tiger demon roared back, not to be outdone, and the roar carrying terrifying pressure echoed throughout the dense forest.

The leaves rustled without wind, and the demon wolf's front legs slightly bent. Its blood-red eyes could not stop dodging, fearing to look into the eyes of the tiger demon.

"It looks like it's over."

Mo Li spoke calmly behind the scenes, and the situation on the field wasHe saw everything clearly and made the most appropriate judgment with reason and evidence.

When the two fight, the psychological battle is often more important than the physical battle. If one is denying himself in his heart, how can the balance of victory tilt to his side?

The more confident a person is, the stronger his strength can be. They dare to give it a try and do their best to defeat their opponents. Even if they cannot win, they can still injure their opponents severely.

Blind self-confidence is also a kind of self-confidence. In any case, self-confidence is much better than being timid.

When you deny yourself, it is difficult to pick up the knife again.

The mentality of the Demon Wolf King has changed. It has become afraid. In the psychological battle, it has lost completely.

The tiger demon roared, stepped hard on its hind legs, and rushed towards the Demon Wolf King like a sharp arrow flying at high speed, scratching countless cracks on the ground with its claws.

Its front claws scratched a deep bone wound on the head of the Demon Wolf King from top to bottom.

The eyes of the Demon Wolf King were scratched by the Tiger Monster, and blood and broken eyeballs mixed together and dripped onto the ground along the nose.

"Roar!"

The Demon Wolf King roared in pain, and the intense pain surged into his mind, making him forget his fear temporarily and rushing towards the Tiger Monster.

The Demon Wolf King and the Tiger Monster fought together, the scene was extremely hideous, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Mo Li could clearly see the gray bones inside from the rotten flesh, and the blood vessels were broken into two sections in the middle, and they were bleeding continuously.

Mo Li's leg muscles bulged, and the long knife was tightly grasped in his hand. His eyes turned ice blue, and his whole body exuded a cold chill.

One minute later, the Demon Wolf King lost too much blood and was exhausted, so he staggered left and right, and his spirit was extremely depressed.

The Tiger Monster seized a gap when the Demon Wolf King was distracted, bit the opponent's neck with a mouthful of bloody teeth, and blood spurted out from under the hair like a fountain.

At the same time, he turned his head and his teeth stirred in the Demon Wolf King's neck.

After a while, the Demon Wolf King collapsed to the ground, and the light in his pupils began to gradually fade.