"As far as I know, tigers hold the arched, semi-standing posture the longest, but this Jaguar seems able to keep it up indefinitely?" Dr. James said inquiringly to the other two.

"I've never seen a Jaguar maintain that kind of posture either. If you're talking about standing upright, plenty of circuses have those, but standing in a semi-crouched, half-standing posture for this long is something I've truly never seen," Pamir replied.

"When big cats defend while lying on the ground, they can only use a semi-standing posture for a very short time to attack, or prop themselves up with one forelimb while attacking with the other and their mouth, or lunge forward in a desperate, do-or-die attack. Attacking continuously from a semi-standing posture is simply too advantageous; the ground-defending posture is practically useless now. M52 has been taking constant slaps, and its mouth is already bleeding and injured," James narrated as he watched.

Garrincha listened intently to the two men's conversation, his eyes fixed on the monitor without speaking.

Malong continuously attacked with its forepaws, moving left and right while attacking the hind legs, making the opponent's defense even more agonizing.

M52's current situation was even more dire than outsiders could see. Its head was continuously bombarded from all directions with hundreds of kilograms of force, and it already felt a splitting headache.

The muscles on both sides of its face, including its nose, had suffered heavy blows. The soft tissues in these areas suffered massive necrosis, and even its eyes began to become bloodshot and blurry.

Dozens to hundreds of slaps transmitted immense shockwaves that continuously battered its eyes. M52 felt that if things went on like this, its eyes would turn completely bloodshot and it wouldn't be able to see anything at all. It could no longer lie there and defend like this; this method was useless against that Jaguar.

"Dr. James, M52's eyes are bleeding." Garrincha, who had been watching intently, noticed this point.

"Indeed, it really is bleeding. It actually beat its eyes to the point of bleeding," James muttered.

"That Jaguar continuously slapped and attacked M52's head, and the force was repeatedly transmitted to the eye area. Something as fragile as the eyes couldn't withstand so many bombardments, eventually becoming so bloodshot that the blood vessels in the eyes burst. M52's eyes probably won't recover," Pamir made a medical speculation.

"That's right. Normally, a ground-defending posture wouldn't result in this kind of situation, but this Jaguar perfectly cracked the ground defense by utilizing the arched, semi-standing posture, continuously attacking M52's head. Every time M52 lifted its head to bite back, it was slapped down paw by paw. This Jaguar also reacted faster than M52, so its judgment of M52's head movement trajectory was extremely accurate, allowing it to attack continuously without any chance of escape," Dr. James sorted out the cause and effect.

Hearing James's explanation, Garrincha immediately understood the logic behind it.

Malong had performed over a hundred slaps. Holding the arched, semi-standing posture for so long was more than even it could handle, and it finally lowered the forelimbs it had been using to attack for so long.

M52 finally seized this opportunity, springing up with the fastest rising speed of its life and bolting. It knew deeply that if it didn't run now, it would definitely die here.

M52 accelerated extremely fast. Its body secreted its final burst of adrenaline, its hind legs frantically kicking against the ground as dirt and sand flew everywhere, shooting out as swiftly as a cannonball leaving the barrel.

"M52 is running away, and that Jaguar isn't chasing immediately. Did it give up because it felt it couldn't kill the opponent?" Pamir speculated.

"It should be... What?!" Just as James was about to agree with Pamir's words, the screen slapped him hard in the face, and he suddenly became very worried about M52.

Watching M52 try to escape, Malong did not pursue and kill it instantly.

Having attacked in the arched, semi-standing posture for a long time, its attention had been highly focused out of fear of being injured by the enemy leopard, and its energy consumption was not small either.

Therefore, Malong chose to adjust its breathing. In just that brief moment of breathing, M52 had already sprung off the ground and run several meters away.

After exhaling a breath, Malong felt its energy replenished. The wave of dirt and sand kicked up by its hind legs was even larger than M52's, its speed instantly shooting up, and the distance between the two leopards shrank in a flash.

Through speed training since childhood and several months of water resistance training, Malong's explosive power far exceeded that of the Jaguar species by too much.

One was equivalent to an athlete who constantly practiced sprinting, while the other only hunted, ate, and slept. The speed gap between the two was obvious.

Malong's fierce and wild acceleration made the three people in front of the monitor involuntarily gasp in a breath of cold air; this starting speed was simply too violent, halving a distance of seven or eight meters in an instant.

Before the three of them could even utter a sound, they saw that the pursuing Jaguar was already about to catch up.

Malong's matchless explosive power turned a distance of several meters into nothingness in less than two seconds.

Seeing that it was about to catch up, Malong exerted force with all four limbs once again and lunged at the enemy leopard. This lunge was like a Bengal Tiger breaking out of its cage, its muscles like wisps of silk, its claws spread wide with tendons and bones gleaming, striking like thunder and lightning, impossible to dodge.

Feeling the might of this lunge, M52 could only change direction desperately. Under the influence of adrenaline, it also burst out with the strongest power of its life, stepping out small pits in the ground with the immense force of its direction change.

But this lunge was too fast and fierce. Even though the enemy leopard had already changed direction, the right paw swung by Malong still slapped onto the enemy leopard's hind leg, and three bloody scars quickly stripped and appeared on its thigh.

Suffering such a blow to its hind legs, M52 could no longer maintain its balance and tumbled forward.

After its forepaw attack, Malong landed and once again burst forth with tremendous power, sprinting toward the direction the enemy leopard had changed to.

Seeing that the enemy leopard was about to fall, Malong was constantly ready for a fatal strike.

M52 rolled forward a full circle and quickly got up, only to find that the Jaguar had already lunged over. Disregarding that its body hadn't completely regained its balance, it still sprung its body up and stretched its head out to bite at the lunging Malong.

Seeing the enemy leopard's counterattack, under the inertia of super-high speed, Malong stretched its right paw to the absolute limit, unleashing the strongest strike under its current physical conditions. It didn't have time to look at Data Eye, but Malong felt that the force of this single paw strike should be upwards of one ton.

This paw slammed solidly onto M52's left face. The terrifying paw contained astonishing energy; M52's head was instantly knocked to one side, its skin remaining in place even as its skull shifted. Its eyeballs twitched violently, and bodily fluids and blood were beaten into a fine mist sprayed into the air, forming a breathtakingly twisted and bloody scene.

The moment M52 was hit, its visual world instantly turned black and red. The immense force surged into its brain, and it lost control of its body almost instantaneously.

If it were at its peak state without having suffered so many attacks to the head, taking this strike wouldn't have led to this point, but at this moment M52 was already at the end of its tether. The massive depletion of physical strength and multiple heavy blows made its control over its muscles no longer comparable to its peak state, and its muscle strength had also dropped significantly. At this time, it was completely unable to withstand this full-force strike armed with velocity inertia.

M52 was knocked over to one side directly by this paw. This time when it fell, it even temporarily lacked any preparatory actions for resistance. Malong lunged directly onto it and bit into its throat in one bite.

Although it was knocked unconscious for a moment, it quickly regained consciousness, only to wake up and find that its throat had already been locked.

M52's vision was basically blurred, and its four legs kicked weakly, yet it was unable to cause any harm to Malong.

Malong bit hard down on the enemy leopard's throat and violently shook its head, causing M52's trachea to snap completely.

Malong released its grip and placed M52 on the ground. Inside its slightly open, blood-stained mouth, threads of fresh blood swayed on its ruthless canine teeth.

Looking at the Jaguar that was no longer breathing, various memories welled up in Malong's mind.

From being ambushed while hunting, to coming to their territory to ambush the two brothers, to fighting it to protect Kelly.

This Jaguar had created two fatal crises for it, and also made Malong understand the cruelty of nature.

Today, the eight-month-old Malong personally finished off this Jaguar that was both a mentor and an adversary—an adult Jaguar.

Being able to kill an adult Jaguar, even of average size, meant that Malong was already a quite powerful Jaguar.

Malong picked up M52's corpse in its jaws, turned its head, and prepared to return.

After taking a few steps, it discovered to its shock that one of the trees actually had a surveillance camera on it; Malong was greatly terrified in its heart.

If it were seen by humans while performing fitness training, what would they treat it as? It would definitely be captured and studied.

Malong felt a wave of palpitation. In the future, when doing these kinds of strange movement trainings, it must observe whether there are human surveillance cameras around; it was indeed completely normal for a nature reserve to have surveillance.

In front of the surveillance monitor, Dr. James stared at the ceiling, leaning back in his chair with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, breathing deeply, his mood unsettled for a long time. Garrincha and Pamir still stared unblinkingly at the now-empty monitor, biting their lips lightly, completely unable to let it go.

They had been observing this Jaguar code-named M52 for several months, having seen it hunt, seen it get injured, seen it patrol its territory, and seen it recover. It could be said that they had poured a certain amount of emotion into this Jaguar.

But today, the Jaguar they had poured their emotions into was killed by one of its own kind, and furthermore, dominantly killed by a smaller individual Jaguar, with almost no ability to resist throughout the entire process.

Fans hope their team is a strong team that can win games; they had already treated M52 as their emotional sustenance, and of course hoped that the Jaguar they paid attention to was incomparably powerful.

They had once cheered loudly for M52's brilliant hunts, and also believed that the Jaguar they followed, although average in size, was still a powerful Jaguar.

But reality was too cruel. The Jaguar they placed their hopes on was dominantly crushed, its size and weight advantages still mercilessly killed. It was just like having something you love crazily destroyed and ravaged: palpitations, heartaches, soreness, and distress.

The three of them found it somewhat difficult to breathe, unable to let it go.

"Let's look at the slow-motion playback. The fight just now was too fast, and the details weren't seen clearly," James took a deep breath and said slowly.

Garrincha likewise took a deep breath and began editing the video, processing it in slow motion along the way.

Malong walked slowly back with M52 in its jaws. The ground was continuously stained red by the fresh blood dripping from M52, forming a corridor of blood, while it walked and observed whether there was any surveillance.

Many monkeys on the rainforest trees saw one Jaguar holding another Jaguar in its jaws, and constantly cried out to notify their troop. Malong possessed the Language of Beasts skill and understood the monkeys' shouts: "A terrifying, fierce leopard has appeared and bitten another leopard to death, everyone pay attention to safety." Faced with such shouts, Malong couldn't help whether to laugh or cry.

The birds on the trees also seemed unable to endure the bloody smell of the Jaguar, successively flying away from the forest near Malong. The Caimans not far away on the river surface also quickly dived into the water and swam far away, and even the giant anteaters, which were not afraid of Jaguars, twisted their long-haired bodies and hurried away.

All living things gave way.