The force behind the Manchurian Tiger’s strike was exceptional, sufficient to flatten a small hill. It landed on Schiller’s body with a boom, causing several bones within his body to shatter.
Pfft!
Schiller’s mouth was full of bloody froth. Even his eyes and ears were bleeding as he flew out like a scarecrow, unable to withstand the trauma.
At this time, he was barely conscious. His vision was going dark as he felt his strength obviously waning.
"Roar!"
The Manchurian Tiger roared; he broke through the sound barrier as he charged out. He was accompanied by strong whirlwinds which uprooted large trees and sent stones flying in every direction. The clouds obey the dragon and the winds obey the tiger; the scene was extremely violent.
The Manchurian Tiger’s right hand transformed into a large claw which raked at Schiller with lightning speed.
"Pfft!"
