CHAPTER 425: CHAPTER 178 PROBABILITY, BLACK MOUNTAIN DEMON (5K)_2

Wen Yan simply lay on his side on the ground, casually swinging his arm.

He climbed up from the ground, looking somewhat fatigued.

"Why bother? Why go through all this trouble?"

Lately, he had been practicing the Tiger Subduing Three Styles and had consistently equipped the "Tiger Nemesis" title.

Now, looking up at the Black Tiger, the Tiger Nemesis title had begun to take effect.

Tiger Nemesis. With this title, you have 100% suppression, 100% true damage, and 100% Ignore Immunity against all tiger types. There is a 1% chance to trigger Complete Deprivation.

The description of the title was clearly very rigorous. When it said "all," it meant all.

Naturally, this included the Mountain’s Demon, which had recently completed its evolution, becoming obviously stronger and more agile.

Against an entity whose true body was the mountain itself, one whom even the Thirteenth Ancestor of Fuyu couldn’t defeat, Wen Yan considered himself not quite capable.

But against a Mountain’s Demon that was decidedly stronger, more threatening, yet could be classified as a tiger species, Wen Yan’s spine stiffened.

After just a brief test, he had a rough idea.

The so-called 100% Ignore Immunity, which he previously thought meant ignoring immunity modifiers, he now understood likely encompassed all defenses, strength, and resilience under the umbrella of immunity.

If a defense was strong enough to prevent a breach, that constituted immunity to the opponent’s attack.

If not so strong, it could be considered mostly immune.

Against him, the Black Tiger was effectively stripped to zero "armor" and zero "resistance."

Combined with 100% true damage and Ignore Immunity, any attack he launched against the Black Tiger would achieve maximum damage.

As for suppression, he didn’t quite understand it yet, but it didn’t matter.

What mattered was that while he was weakened, the Black Tiger, when facing him, was also debuffed to the absolute limit.

Wen Yan sighed, rubbing his head and swaying slightly.

"You just can’t stop your old habits. I bet those dog-like instincts were cultivated during the chaotic times and never changed. To be blessed with such a great opportunity, to transform from a mountain into a Demon Ghost, why wouldn’t you cherish it..."

As Wen Yan spoke, he swayed, his eyelids drooped heavily, and he seemed unsteady, stumbling to one side.

The Black Tiger bared its teeth, its eyes glinting fiercely. Noticing Wen Yan’s Yang Energy seemingly exhausted and sensing he had reached his limit, it lunged at him without a second thought.

Wen Yan’s eyes were closed. As the Black Tiger pounced, so close he could feel the fetid air from its jaws, his right hand clenched into a fist, thumb tucked into his palm. In the instant he fell, he swung his arm, hammering his right thumb directly onto the side of the Black Tiger’s head.

The Black Tiger’s eyes immediately lost focus for a moment, accompanied by the CRACKLING sound of bones breaking in its skull.

But it wasn’t over. As he completed the swing, Wen Yan grabbed the Black Tiger’s front leg with one hand, pressed his body close, and drove his other elbow into the Black Tiger’s chest.

CRACK...

The breastbone shattered.

As the Black Tiger recoiled, Wen Yan swung his arm in a wide arc, fist clenched, and brought it down hard once more, this time on the Black Tiger’s forehead.

THUD! The Black Tiger sprawled out, its belly slamming hard onto the ground. All its bones were CRACKLING chaotically, and its eyes began to glaze over.

By the time it regained some consciousness from its dazed state, Wen Yan had one hand pressed on its forehead, pinning its head to the ground.

The Black Tiger’s eyes quivered. This was the first time it had felt nearly all its bones broken, the first time it experienced the tremendous pain of shattered bones piercing its internal organs.

It could feel its vitality gradually fading.

Wen Yan’s seemingly feeble arm, pressing on its forehead, felt like an unmovable mountain, leaving the Black Tiger completely unable to resist.

With one hand pinning the Black Tiger, Wen Yan used the other to continuously pat its large head, murmuring words the Black Tiger couldn’t comprehend.

"A 1% chance is indeed quite difficult to trigger. Probability... sometimes it’s truly annoying, and other times, it’s wonderful."

The Black Tiger tried to struggle, but in its tiger form, it was utterly immobile. It couldn’t understand why its incredibly strong body was so fragile in Wen Yan’s grasp.

It could sense that Wen Yan seemed to be on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, his strength far weaker than before.

It didn’t understand why. It could only suspect the problem lay with that Imperial Decree—that the Imperial Decree carried a price Wen Yan hadn’t mentioned.

Perhaps it was also suffering a backlash for violating their agreement.

It had previously wondered if Wen Yan had no way to deal with it and thus offered it a physical body to make it an easier target, but it had never expected things to turn out like this.

The Mountain’s Demon began to draw upon the power of its true form. The surrounding mountain ranges pressed in, and its main body—the mountain itself—began to move, a massive chasm cracking open as it tried to swallow Wen Yan along with its current tiger body.

Wen Yan ignored the approaching mountains, merely reaching out with a feeble hand to lightly slap the Black Tiger again and again.

Even as the mountains encircled them and the earth began to tremble, gradually pulling them into the massive chasm, Wen Yan didn’t spare it a glance.

After slapping it over a hundred times, his hand starting to ache, Wen Yan delivered another light slap. Then, his hand stopped on the Black Tiger’s skull.

Triggered: Complete Deprivation.

He lifted his hand again, as if it held an incredibly heavy weight, and raising it seemed to take considerable effort.