"Smack!" The slender, blade-shaped golden dragon tail whizzed through the air, striking the White Tiger Troy who had left four scratches on Muria.
The strong, impactful dragon tail left a long mark underneath White Tiger Troy's chest and abdomen, with the scarlet streaks of blood, contrasted by the snow-white fur, looking extremely glaring.
Yet, with the White Tiger's robust physique, the bloodstains healed over and scabbed at a visibly rapid pace. Before long, the scabs fell off, revealing tender pink flesh. A sprinkling of white fur began to grow...
"Roar!" The tiger cub lowered its head in a fierce roar, conjuring a row of wind blades out of thin air and slashing them towards Muria. It launched its attack on Muria once more, its supreme bloodline conferring upon it a formidable constitution. The White Tiger feared no melee combat with any creature.
