Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 815 - 180 Python Swallows Elephant

Yi, although carrying injuries, moved with certainty when he swung into action, hurling two brawny Medusa serpent warriors onto the Red Earth Highland’s thorny vegetation with a loud "crackling" noise. When the serpent warriors landed, they frantically scratched with their fingers and tails, entangling themselves in the vines and flowers, falling to the ground.

The people around them were dumbfounded, watching them cluelessly, while several Chekin pheasant dance maidens laughed raucously.

Two other serpent warriors, who had been watching indifferently with smiles on their faces, expecting to see the grotesque addled brute get beaten to a pulp, were taken aback when they saw the two towering serpent warriors, each five meters tall, being flung away by the unassuming skinny man. As he wielded their tails like sandbags, the two serpent warriors immediately drew their long-handled battle sabers and, with a tiger’s roar, prepared to charge. However, two even longer machetes pressed against their throats.

Fat Luo held a dark iron long saber in each hand, pointing them precisely at the serpent warriors’ vital throat areas. Although the third-generation sabers were not sharpened, the sharp tips still penetrated the skin, producing a chill so intense that it raised goosebumps on the serpent warriors’ throats.

The tails of the two serpent warriors shot back defensively; the appearance of the long sabers was too unexpected. They saw only darkness before a massive, oppressive figure blocked their path. Charging forward would be like running onto the saber points. Luckily, being Medusas that moved using their tails, their waist and abdominal strength were far superior to that of those who walked on feet. An abrupt stop saved them from harm at the last moment.

"Get lost," said Fat Luo, sheathing one long saber and pointing the other at the two bewildered serpent warriors. His gaze was like a chilling breeze rolling off the edge of a blade, eyeing the serpent warriors as an elephant eyes a banana.

A row of Feilengcui warriors slowly stood up from their seats, eyes filled with hostility. A group of Difeng Giants and Antelope Warriors who had just descended from Red Earth Highland were stunned by the scene.

Duncan took the Metal Totem Pole from his shoulder into his hands as the penguin butler quickly waved them over, leading them unnoticed into the great dining hall beneath Red Earth Highland.

"I said get back!" Fat Luo pulled out another sheathed long saber, prodding the chests of the two serpent warriors, making them step back one after the other. Just as the rage and embarrassment were about to erupt on the faces of the two serpent warriors, a scything long saber came out of nowhere, clanging against Fat Luo’s scabbard, and diagonally stabbed into the ground.

It was a rare metallic, serpentine curved saber, its 1.5-meter blade adorned with fluid carbon element patterns. The brass handle was wrapped in a special technique with a tight snakeskin layer, and a row of earring-like copper rings adorned the glittering back of the blade, rattling "chatteringly" as it hit the ground.

A Medusa warrior with a yellow beard on his chin emerged from the crowd. He boasted a muscular body over two meters tall and extraordinarily large eyes which held the composure and poise of an expert. His shiny bald head was adorned with a tuft of hair styled upright like a shovel, and his wrists were protected by long iron scale vambraces. At his waist hung a brass-handled battle saber and an empty scabbard. His armor was made of swamp black crocodile hide, its ferocious crocodile head cleanly split in half by a blade, forming two natural spaulders sagging atop his shoulders. The white bone stubs shone from the crocodile’s head as if reflecting the coldness of a passing blade.

Fat Luo’s gaze tightened; it was clear from the sinewy hands, robust back, and bulging temples of the serpent warrior that he was an adept swordsman.

He recognized who this Medusa was.

Although the recognized Blade Saint in the Bimon Kingdom was a Mantis of the Green Party, this yellow-jawed Serpent-man was an unyielding master of saber arts, commonly referred to by the locals as... "Passing Wind Waves".

It is said that their sabers unsheathe alongside yours, severing your neck before being resheathed; your own saber left only half drawn. Unlike the Green Party’s defensive and offensive sword techniques, "Passing Wind Waves" purely sought victory in speed, substituting defense with relentless attack, like the Passing Wind Waves themselves.

If this Medusa Blade Saint wasn’t from a tribe so sparse in numbers, he absolutely could have competed with the Green Party Blade Saint for fame.

Fat Luo withdrew a battle saber backward, hurling it like a javelin towards the yellow-jawed Medusa. Mammoth Clan’s strength was universally acknowledged, and although Fat Luo’s strength was not noteworthy within the Mammoth Clan, it was not something other races could easily overlook.

The thrown saber seemed effortless, but as it whizzed past a bonfire, it hissed and pressed the flames down to the ground, nearly extinguishing it, showcasing Fat Luo’s wrist strength.

With a loud "clang", a rapid flash of white light darted in front of the yellow-jawed Medusa. Amidst the clashing sound of copper rings, Fat Luo’s thrown saber was struck in mid-air, spinning twice and flying a few steps away before lodging into the ground, its blade buried halfway into the earth, the snow-bright blade shimmering with layered clouds patterns.

The yellow-jawed Medusa’s gaze flickered with a cold glint; his saber at his waist remained sheathed as if it had never been drawn.