A Panda's Martial Arts

But the saber-toothed tiger couldn't make a sound.

Because the long stick was still on his neck.

This long stick made of silk thread is not as dull as it looks on the surface, just because the raw material itself means extremely sharp, even if the long stick remains in its current shape, it can easily cut off its head.

The animals in the distance were running in all directions, even though there were even powerful beings among them, but at this moment they still chose to flee, just because they knew that this was not a battle they were qualified to intervene in.

It's all over.

"Kill me."

The saber-toothed tiger closed its eyes.

"Just like the saying that humans say, I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, isn't it?"

"I didn't ask you that."

The long stick picked the saber-toothed tiger's chin, leaving a thin bloodstain on the saber-toothed tiger's neck.

"I asked you if it tastes good."

"What I bitten was the carcass of the longhorn bison. The meat of that animal is very hard. How could it be delicious?"

The saber-toothed tiger with its eyes closed sighed.

"It's you, how did you know that I would make a surprise attack? I obviously chose the best time, and I didn't cause the air to flow."

"You really want to know?"

Beside the saber-toothed tiger, the panda scratched its head.

"It's better not to know about some things. Telling the truth may hurt your state more."

"I'm going to die, what else do I care about."

The saber-toothed tiger let out a miserable laugh.

"Can you tell me? Just to take my life."

"This...it's actually very simple."

Panda scratched his head.

"That flaw was intentionally given to you."

"Varied……"

The saber-toothed tiger opened its eyes in shock.

But I found that the panda beside me still had that indifferent expression.

"Yeah, I let it for you on purpose."

Panda nodded.

"Assassination is what you are best at, right? Am I going to let you pounce on me at any time? That kind of thing is impossible, right? No matter how tight my defense is, you can always come up with something new from my defense , There is no way around this kind of thing, it’s not that I told you not to think about it, you won’t think about it.”

So just give up the chance of assassination.

The world in front of the sabre-toothed tiger collapsed.

He always thought that he had the best timing and the top assassination technique, but he didn't know until now that the assassination technique he was always proud of was just a joke in the eyes of the panda.

How resolute it was at the moment it chose to attack, how stupid it seemed at the moment.

The panda just opened its net towards it, and it foolishly slammed into it, thinking it was extremely decisive and heroic...

"Okay, I see."

The saber-toothed tiger closed its eyes in pain.

This is not even the pain of defeat, but the pain of being denied direction, his direction is meaningless, his path is worthless.

For the saber-toothed tiger at this moment, it was a relief to be able to die like this directly.

"Kill me."

Clenching his teeth, the saber-toothed tiger closed its eyes.

"Kill me, cut off my head, if you lose, you lose, it's not like we can't afford it..."

The saber-toothed tiger's words stopped abruptly.

Just because the long stick around his neck was removed.

"Why should I kill you?"

When the saber-toothed tiger opened its eyes, what it saw was the indifferent expression of the panda.

"You said that, didn't you?"

The panda calmly looked into the eyes of the saber-toothed tiger.

"In addition to the necessary hunting, it is best to show the necessary kindness... so that you can preserve the blood of the ethnic group?"

"you……"

The saber-toothed tiger's eyes were black.

This is a great humiliation that is even more unacceptable than killing it.

Chapter 26 When Everything Is Over

This incomparably swift blitzkrieg finally came to an end in a more rapid manner.

Until he lay back on the bed, the bald young man was in a daze. Everything ended too quickly, which gave him an unreal sense of illusion——

It was obvious that he had been taken as a slave by those alien races one moment, and he had already returned to the monastery in the refuge the next moment. That bloody and quick raid seemed to be just a nightmare for him, and nothing happened in reality.

No, something happened anyway.

Glancing at the emergency light on the ceiling, the bald young man subconsciously raised his hand and pressed the switch.

The lights are not on...

The fusion reactor of the refuge has been destroyed, and the backup power supply was blown up together with the ignition device. The current refuge has completely stopped the power supply, and the rest is just an empty shell that has lost its energy.

In order to maintain the lighting, those who escaped made some oil lamps out of the remaining oil.

But what are they going to have for breakfast?

Pandas still left a large number of animal carcasses, which is a rare fresh meat supplement for the shelter, but the shelter has no way to cook these meats, because the grain workshop has also been completely destroyed.

But all of this is caused by humans.

Thinking of that panda, the bald young man became more and more regretful. It was obvious that he kept saying that he was not a slave during the day, but in the end he was captured by those alien races and made a coolie at night——

The reason is nothing more than that they fell for the tricks of those wild beasts. It was just a simple trick to separate humans and pandas, but it was just right to create a gap between humans and pandas.

Then there is no more.

If the pandas hadn't arrived in time, they would probably all be dead.

After all, what those alien races need is their knowledge, not to keep them alive.

Is it discrimination?Is it arrogance?Or is it the noble status of claiming to be a human being?In any case, the people of the refuge paid a heavy price for this slight, and if the panda didn't arrive in time, they would really have suffered a complete defeat.

If the panda does not arrive in time.

Why the panda appeared in such a timely manner is no longer something they need to think about. Even if a smart person like him will eventually think of some dark directions, it is an indisputable fact that the panda saved the shelter again. Rescue, if there is no panda beheading those terrifying giant beasts, they may not even be able to see the sun tomorrow.

So something has to be done.

The bald young man turned over and sat up from the bed, and put on his robe.

"So we've got to do something."

In the conference room deep in the refuge, the bald young man stated this to the wise monarch.

"It's the second time, we have to do something."

"You mean, for that panda?"

On the opposite side of the long table, Charlemagne, who sank deep into the chair, frowned.

"But, have you ever thought about a question?"

"It's not a question or a question, we have to do something."

The bald young man already had some opinions in his heart. He didn't expect that Charlemagne, as the monarch of the refuge, couldn't figure out the reason behind it.

"The refuge has been rescued twice, and we were even helped a lot in the middle. If we didn't express it at all, it would be too..."

"calm down."

Charlemagne pressed with one hand, dumbfounded.

"I understand what you want to express, and I actually think what you said is quite right... But have you ever thought about a question, how should we express it?"

"How do you say it? Of course it's...uh..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the bald young man got stuck.

Yes, how should I express it?

Before he had time to think about this just now, the bald young man vaguely felt something was wrong after being reminded by Charlemagne——

No matter how much they wanted to express it, the pandas didn't need them at all.

For the entire shelter, pandas have always been in a state of wanting nothing.The pandas living on the hillside have always been self-sufficient, and even the six mammoths have not reached out to the sanctuary once.

Even if the shelter wants to show their affection, but the pandas don't need them at all, how can they express it?

"But something has to be done?"

Sitting back on the chair, the bald young man muttered to himself.

"Thinking, heart, this kind of thing must always be expressed, and he must always know that the ones he saved are not a bunch of ungrateful trash. This must always be known to him, and we have never forgotten it. These things……"

"Is that so..."

Charlemagne thought for a moment.

Then sat up seriously.

"So, how about the welcome party?"