The legendary warrior novel Chapter 15

The group could hear rustling sounds in the snow.

But the sounds stopped as quickly as they started, as a giant shadow darkened the pine forest. In the twinkling of an eye, it was right in front of them.

It was a huge white tiger with two sharp half-meter long tusks. Its muscles rippled as it breathed.

"A Saber-toothed Tiger!" said Lewis and Vivian in unison, their legs shaking violently out of fear. Neither of them bothered to say "jinx!"

Luther always remained unfazed by anything. But this time, they saw fear flash in his eyes.

A Saber-toothed Tiger was a savage beast, which could match any warrior at the sixth grade of Skin Refinement. The one they came across was extremely powerful. Even if it wasn't fully-grown, it was a terrifying creature.

"What... what should we do?" She sounded on the verge of bursting into tears. It roared ferociously, and its terrible rage could be read in its gaze.

Luther stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder. He spoke confidently, "We can't beat it. I'll hold it off. You guys run!"

Vivian and Lewis looked at each other, and then at Luther with newfound appreciation. "Thanks, brother, I owe you one.

C'mon Ricky, let's move it!"

But Ricky wasn't buying it. 'Why he being so nice? Maybe he thinks since he's more powerful than us he should protect the group?'

But he still said yes and prepared to take off.

"Come on, you mangy cat! Come get some!" Luther shouted in exasperation as he ran towards it, sword in hand. He used his martial technique to propel himself like an arrow at the beast.

Almost like it could understand what he said, the tiger roared violently in response. Having gotten its prey close enough, it leapt at Luther, trying to sink its hideous fangs into his neck.

And that was when Luther showed his true colors.

Instead of holding off the tiger like he offered, Luther turned tail and ran straight for them.

"Luther, what the fuck?" Lewis shouted out.

"He's too tough for me. I'm going for help!" said Luther.

He had attained the fifth grade of Skin Refinement, so Luther could run much faster than Vivian and Lewis. He knew he'd have time to escape if the tiger got the other three.

Lewis and Vivian were no idiots, and they knew what was up. At once, their faces turned white.

"Yeah, run away, you dogknobber!" Ricky yelled at him. But before the fleeing warrior could pass him, he aimed his iron sword straight at Luther's neck. If Luther kept going, he'd shear his own head off.

"Arrgh! You! Bastard!"

Luther's pupils shrank in fear. He didn't think they'd get that drastic tiger clawed at his waist while Luther twisted his body and drew his own blade to knock Ricky's away.

And that was when they heard the sound of cloth ripping and Luther's cry of pain. Luther was knocked to the ground, his blood splattered everywhere. The pure whiteness of the snow was now disturbed by angry scarlet pools melting into the frozen mix. The once fleeing warrior fled no longer, on the ground weakly mewling in pain.

The next second the Saber-toothed Tiger turned his attention to Ricky. It was obvious that he intended to make Ricky his prey.

"Sword's not my best weapon, but I'll still cut your head off!" said Ricky viciously. The roaring tiger was extremely terrifying, but Ricky betrayed no emotion. He was as unflappable at Luther right now.

Feeling threatened, the spiritual meridian inside his body flared to life again. It absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth automatically and transferred it to Ricky's arms and sword.

"Go to hell, beast!" Ricky shouted with all his force and ran towards it.