Chapter 455 - 14: Python Hunt (Part 3)
During the most primitive times, when the ancestors of humans hunted beasts with wooden spears, it was probably this feeling.
Awe, excitement, both fearful of the true appearance of the prey and yet boiling with blood at the prospect of facing such a monster head-on.
Chen Zhou's heart rate shot up rapidly, his finger spinning next to the trigger—
He was very worried that due to his extremely tense mental state, he might accidentally fire and kill the native in front of him.
The snake's movement speed wasn't fast, and if it had swallowed a sheep, it should be even slower. He had enough reaction time.
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Compared to Chen Zhou, the "leader" who had only fought a few "well-prepared" battles and experienced life-and-death combat very rarely, Sunday appeared much calmer.
He loaded the bullets unhurriedly, steadily followed behind Chen Zhou, eyes facing forward, holding the gun in one hand, while gripping the hilt of the saber at his waist with the other hand.
Compared to the mysterious and powerful firearms, he still preferred using cold weapons, likely a habit cultivated from fighting in tribal conflicts.
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The further they went, the clearer the traces left by the snake became, and the deeper the accumulated muddy water on the ground, even submerging the feet of the grass-clearing native at the front.
By this point, in the grass that initially seemed densely connected like a green wall, traces of a snake passing through, pushing grass roots away, were now clearly visible.
Chen Zhou carefully identified it, confirming that this snake's thickness was indeed as the shepherding native had said, only as thick as a small bucket, which eased his tension at once.
Although a snake as thick as a large bucket and one as thick as a small bucket wouldn't withstand a shot, a smaller prey is always easier to handle, giving the hunter more confidence.
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The sun's bottom touched the mountain peak, and rays of light spilled down from the cliff, transforming into countless golden threads piercing through the grass.
The grass-clearing native knocked down another patch of wild grass, and the "green wall" ahead suddenly opened up, revealing a passage as wide as a person.
Inside the passage lay the flattened and broken wild grass.
The stems and leaves of the grass were spread over the muddy ground, soaked in accumulated water, forming a dark brown and green path.
At the end of the path, Chen Zhou saw a colorful segment of a snake's body.
Before he could instruct the grass-clearing native to move aside and raise his gun to shoot, Sunday, who had been at his side all along, rushed forward first.
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Still holding a gun in one hand, Sunday swiftly unsheathed the long saber with a "zing" in his other hand, and strode like lightning straight towards the python.
Having just had a hearty meal and affected by the humid environment, the python was leisurely resting at home, lazy and relaxed, never expecting someone to have been looking for it for nearly five hours to take its life.
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Sunday charged quickly and fiercely, making the long gun seem more like an unnecessary ornament to him; only the saber was his lethal weapon.
Treading through the mud and water, in just a few steps, this brave native youth had rushed in front of the python.
The python lay with its body twisted on the wild grass, a noticeable bulge in its abdomen, which was the undigested sheep.
Sunday's sudden appearance startled the python, prompting it to quickly engage its stomach muscles, trying to regurgitate the sheep so it could either fight or flee.
However, it was too late.
Sunday's speed was truly fast; even Chen Zhou, who was prepared, didn't react in time, let alone the python.
The long saber gleamed coldly, seemingly an extension of Sunday's arm.
With just a slight confirmation with his eyes, relying on the instinct honed from fighting with a wooden saber, Sunday swung the long saber, and in an instant deftly struck the snake's neck.