The ground was stamped uneven and dusty by the footsteps of the Tiger Mother and her disciples, turning the once quiet mountain cove into a scene of chaos.
Two small White Tigers outside the array were trembling in fear at the intense battle, not daring to make a sound, they quickly shrank to the corner of the cave entrance.
With their small heads buried in their paws, only a pair of terrified eyes peeked out, cautiously observing the battle outside.
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In the arena, even under the attack of eight disciples, the Tiger Mother was not at a disadvantage; instead, she seemed to handle it with ease.
Her speed was astonishing, always able to accurately evade at the moment sword qi, blades, and spears descended, every counterattack carried the power of ten thousand pounds.
