When Caspian saw the White-Mouthed Talons Bear, he already decided to show up.
Naturally, Solana, who did not fear death, would be able to kill the monster too.
However, since Caspian was already her teacher, then it was only reasonable for him to protect his student.
Moreover, even though Solana’s external injuries healed after a night of rest, Caspian understood that Solana’s internal wounds still healed.
Under such situations, there was no need to make things worse for her.
After tossing out the Ghoul-Locker Spear, Caspian immediately used the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows, and he was just like a storm, arrogant and domineering.
Then, a terrifying force suddenly oppressed the White-Mouthed Talons Bear.
“Eight-Shadowed Fists!”
Caspian blasted a punch at the monster like a cannonball.
In that instant, the temperature in their surroundings quickly increased due to friction, and the air current danced wildly like golden snakes.
“This man is crazy!” Mark mumbled, and he hurriedly shouted at Solana, “Hurry up and stop him!”
In Mark’s opinion, the guy was surely crazy as he wanted to fight with the White-Mouthed Talons Bear with his bare hands, especially when he was not a Holy Land Realm or Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivator.
However, Mark was shocked to find that Solana was unbothered, and she just stared at Caspian.
Bang!
Something seemed to have exploded, and it was quickly followed by the White-Mouthed Talons Bear’s painful howl.
Mark’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly turned over.
In that instant, Mark’s eyes were about to jump out from his eye sockets.
Then, just right in front of him, one of the White-Mouthed Talons Bear’s palms was blasted into pieces by the cultivator’s punch!
As the warm and thick blood gushed out, Caspian’s attack was like a tide that quickly followed after.
“The Strangulation of an Angered Dragon!”
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Caspian’s attack was like lightning, and each of them would cause the White-Mouthed Talons Bear to bleed furiously.
The White-Mouthed Talons Bear’s chest and abdomen were already ruined in the blink of an eye.
At a glance, it looked horrible as blood gushed out everywhere.
More accurately, the White-Mouthed Talons Bear was like a lump of swollen rotten meat enveloped in a large blood mist.
Mark gulped uncomfortably, and his body froze.
Those warriors and mortals that believed they were dying also forgot to cry, and they all stared wide-eyed at Caspian.
“We’re both first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivators, but why are we so different!” Once Mark returned to his senses, emotions surged in his heart.
Due to the immense pain, the White-Mouthed Talons Bear let out an angry yell.
Then, it waved its other palm, violently slapping at Caspian.
However, Caspian swiftly grabbed the bear’s palm, and his other hand slashed downward as fast as lightning.
Soon, a cracking sound was heard, and the bear’s paw completely broke, revealing white bone residue.
After some time, the thick blood sprayed out uncontrollably from the White-Mouthed Talons Bear’s injury.
The remaining few White-Necked Talons Bear seemed to finally awaken from their shock, and they howled at Caspian as they rushed toward him.
“The Fierce Tiger’s Eleven Consecutive Kicks!”
Caspian leaped into the air with a long scream, and his right leg swept across like a long leash.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
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