Super Zoo

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As the saying goes, a clumsy fighter may defeat a skilled one, and the python sure is fierce. In a one-on-one battle, no snake present, not even the most venomous ones, could pose a real threat; they'd simply be delivering themselves up for defeat.

But there were simply too many snakes. Around the python, at least two to three thousand of various venomous kinds had gathered, the smallest being about forty to fifty centimeters and the largest around one to two meters. Some would raise their heads high in the water, sticking out their tongues as if threatening the python, while others lurked beneath the surface, ready to strike at any moment.

However, these snakes were not foolish enough to attack immediately upon encircling the python.

They probably knew that under the current circumstances, whoever struck first would die first. The instinctive desire for survival allowed them to accurately gauge the strength of their opponent.

And the python was no fool either. While animals may not be highly intelligent, they possess a keen intuition and can make quite accurate judgments about situations, especially large creatures like the python that aren't prone to take risks foolishly.

After seeing the thousands of snakes swarm toward it, the python wisened up and stopped moving forward. It coiled its body in the wetland and didn't rush to advance any further. Its triangular eyes coldly observed the surroundings.

"Eh, the way that big snake is coiled up, it kind of looks like a huge pile of poop! No, no, I'm getting distracted again..."

Suming slapped his own cheek and pulled his thoughts away from the utter nonsense, focusing instead on the movements of the python.

This guy, coiled up like poop, glanced around with his triangular eyes for a while, then turned his head toward the direction from which he'd come, evidence of a retreat, as if he had given up.

"That won't do, if you retreat, do you expect me to handle these venomous snakes alone? Too dangerous!" As the saying goes, the emperor isn't in a hurry but his eunuchs are. The mighty python itself was ready to give up, but Suming wouldn't have it.

This wasn't like the small fish and shrimp before, nor was it like bees; when using group control over those animals, even if Suming had a lapse, the problem wouldn't be too big, as, at worst, one or two might escape his control.

But in front of him was a large group of snakes, at least one to two thousand of them venomous. If he had to rely on himself alone, using spiritual power to control them, one bite would spell his doom.

He had to create chaos to fish in troubled waters and seize his opportunities from the fire.

With this in mind, Suming didn't hesitate to release all his spiritual power, pouring it all into the python!

If it had been earlier when the python was attacking with high fighting spirit, Suming might not have been able to control it instantaneously, but now the python was prepared to retreat. It was like an army being forced to withdraw due to insufficient strength; even without having suffered a fatal blow, their morale was definitely affected.

That was precisely the state of the python, somewhat disheartened. So when Suming's overwhelming spiritual power came flooding in, it was immediately controlled by Suming without any prior indication.

"Brother, charge for me!" Suming roared inwardly, shouting out a line like a reactionary officer might, and commanded the python to barrel into the mass of snakes!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

This really stirred up the hornet's nest!

With a few thousand snakes gathered within just tens of square meters, the density was, needless to say, akin to snakes piled thick upon one another, reminiscent of a mass of writhing maggots—those who have used squat toilets before would likely have witnessed such a scene...

Suming himself had seen it as a child, not only seen but also thrown stones at it. Sometimes when he was bored squatting, he would even light a piece of paper on fire and drop it in...

The current situation was much like that, the big snake, like a stirring stick, recklessly stormed into the throng of snakes, its long and strong body wildly thrashing and colliding without any order in the surrounding mass of snakes.

The python had already been ready to pull back, and the surrounding snakes had also relaxed their guard, preparing to leave. But then, the python suddenly launched a surprise attack. The snakes were caught off guard in an instant, water splashed all over the wetland, and amidst the frenetic dashing of golden snakes, smaller snakes were sent flying in clumps by the body and tail of the python, while larger ones were thrown into complete disarray!

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In this instant, the overlord python unleashed its might, using its size advantage and the element of surprise to completely dominate the battle.

"Huff... huff..."

Suming was quite happy to see this turn of events, but his second senior brother made disgruntled snuffling noises, seemingly very displeased with the overlord python stealing the limelight.

"Hmm? Don't tell me you've suffered at its hands before?" Suming couldn't help but glance at his second senior brother, thinking to himself what a coward you are, unable to even defeat a juvenile overlord python.

There, the overlord python had the upper hand, but it was only for a moment, as the situation quickly reversed again!

If it truly could rely on its size to take on thousands, it wouldn't have needed Suming making mischief from the sidelines earlier; it would have chosen to charge instead of retreat.

After suffering minor setbacks, the various snakes around quickly regrouped and swarmed the overlord python. In the blink of an eye, countless small snakes enveloped the python, making it look swollen as it became sluggish in movement.

Some of the relatively fearsome venomous snakes coiled around the overlord python and fiercely bit down with their gaping mouths.

Suming hurriedly withdrew his spiritual power.

On one hand, the overlord python was now deep within enemy ranks, with no escape and no way out; the only path to survival was a bloody battle, so there was no longer a need for mind control; second, in terms of combat skill, Suming was definitely inferior to the overlord python itself. Continued control with spiritual power would not only fail to help but could also create chaos, so it was better to let the overlord python fight on its own.

As expected, once the spiritual power was withdrawn, the overlord python managed to regain some ground, fiercely rolling its body in the wetlands, its lengthy body striking wildly in all directions.

Continuously, small snakes were eaten or flung away, but even more rushed forward, only to be thrown again, and the cycle repeated...

The most tragic were those aggressive venomous snakes. Some had the strength to pierce their fangs into the overlord python's scales, but as the python rolled, they met with misfortune. Their thin fangs stuck in the scales, snapping off with crisp sounds.

If human teeth were broken while alive, it would mostly be agonizingly painful; but it's different for venomous snakes. With broken fangs, their survival was unlikely. Even if they didn't die immediately, they would later starve to death because they couldn't hunt without teeth... And they couldn't just eat purées or drink porridge.

The overlord python was also at the height of frustration. Ever since it discovered those morel mushrooms, it had crawled out of the deep mountains and guarded them here for about seven or eight days. During this time, it had tried more than once to stealthily devour the morels alone, but every time it made a move, the other snakes would immediately attack it.

No matter what, with its huge body and a bit of cunning, it could at least have retreated unscathed without getting the morels. But today, inexplicably, just as it was preparing to leave, "a heat of the moment" impulse emerged, as if it were a hot-blooded youth, prompting it to fight against this bunch of annoying small snakes.

You should know, as a cold-blooded animal, the overlord python had never felt such an impulsive rush in its life!

Not just it, but its parents, its grandparents, and its ancestors for eighteen generations, have never felt such an impulse in thousands of years!

Little did it know, the impulse wasn't its own, but rather the work of a troublemaker named Suming, dozens of meters downwind from it.

Impulsiveness is the devil, and it comes with a price!

The battle raged on for a full twenty minutes, almost half an hour, and finally began to wind down gradually.