Xiaoying looked at the tiger charging at her and retreated in fear. She loosened her grip on the bow, and the arrow flew out. The arrow flew into the tiger's eye with a whistling sound. The tiger's deafening roar frightened the owl sleeping on the tree. It flapped its wings and flew into the sky to circle and look down.
The tiger rolled on the ground in pain. Su Qing flew over and pierced the tiger's other eye. The blind tiger roared in pain and rolled over on the ground, sending dust flying.
Su Qing took the opportunity to punch the tiger's head. The tiger's cry became even more miserable. Su Qing followed up with two more punches, causing the tiger to be unable to move. Its body twitched, and it was hanging on to its last breath.
Xiaoying looked at the tiger in a daze. Did she hit it? Did she shoot a tiger?
What made Xiaoying even more incredulous was that Sister Su Qing killed the tiger with her fists.
