"Hiss..."
Gamia did not share Su Heng's sentiment. "No matter how big a bug gets, it's still just a bug."
This little fellow had only been born for two months.
Yet in terms of size and strength, she was already no inferior to the Great Yokai King before her, who had enjoyed a reputation in Moon Country for over a century.
Of course, Su Heng's wholehearted assistance and the boosts granted by the system had played a part.
But the Devour Talent, which had been most crucial to her rapid growth, was something Little Boa had been born with.
From this perspective.
Even without Su Heng's influence back then, perhaps Gamia could have grown to this point given more time.
Rumble...
Amid rolling dust and smoke, the hundred-meter-long black-armored centipede, like a gigantic road roller, had already charged before Gamia.
When Monsters fought, they had always been ruthless and sparing with words.
Hundred-Foot Centipede was even larger than the golden Anaconda. Clad in black bony armor, he did not appear cumbersome in the least. Within a few breaths, he had crossed a vast stretch of forest and mercilessly crushed a protruding earthen hill into fragments.
His enormous body leaped high into the air and lunged down at Gamia with snapping jaws.
Limited by a snake's nature, Gamia's eyesight had never been particularly good. Only when Hundred-Foot Centipede appeared before her did Su Heng notice that a human-like face had grown upon that pitch-black, grotesque head.
"You reckless little brat, let this old man show you what true power is!"
Hundred-Foot Centipede opened his mouth and let out a piercing shriek.
Invisible sound waves raged through the jungle like sharp blades. Countless towering trees were shredded straight into fine dust, while slightly larger fragments struck the Anaconda's golden scales like shotgun pellets, carrying tremendous kinetic force.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Faint pain came from all across her scales.
At the same time, dense holes appeared in the bony armor covering the giant centipede's body. Countless streams of black smoke, reeking foul and pungent, sprayed out from within.
Vaguely, Su Heng seemed to see countless human Vengeful Spirits wailing within the black mist.
Hundred-Foot Centipede was the ruler of this forest.
While possessing unrivaled strength, he also had a delicate mind utterly at odds with his appearance.
The moment he discovered Little Boa.
He had already sensed that although the Anaconda looked enormous, she was actually quite young.
Thus, after awakening from his slumber, only one thought remained in Hundred-Foot Centipede's mind—this child was terrifying; if allowed to live, she would surely become a grave threat.
Therefore, Hundred-Foot Centipede went all out from the very first move.
Poison mist, sound waves, and powerful jaws that gleamed with a dense luster.
Three different methods.
Merged into a mountain-and-tsunami-like force that swept in from different directions.
He truly deserved to be the Great Yokai King who had ruled this forest for over a century. The thick poison mist was enough to inflict waves of corrosive pain even upon an Anaconda whose vitality had already surpassed one hundred points.
The destructive force contained in those massive jaws was equally not to be underestimated. One bite would mean far more than merely losing a chunk of flesh.
But there was one thing.
Anacondas were entirely different from other snakes.
They were known as some of the largest creatures in the forest, and their hunting methods resembled pythons more closely: relying on their immense strength and weight.
They approached their prey, slowly coiled around them, then tightened and crushed them, breaking their bones, cutting off their breath, forcing out the last air in their bodies before taking their lives.
Very few creatures could wrestle with an Anaconda. Once caught in their coils, death was practically assured.
And as Little Boa grew larger, this trait was brought into full play.
Thus.
The moment the giant centipede tried to use the poison mist as cover to engage Little Boa in close combat, tragedy had already become inevitable.
Crack!
The huge upper and lower jaws snapped shut, but the Anaconda nimbly evaded them.
Even under interference, a snake's highly developed neural reflexes were not something a mere centipede could compare with.
After several rounds of probing, Little Boa seized an opening. Her long tail wrapped around the middle section of Hundred-Foot Centipede's body.
Unrivaled strength surged forth. Under Hundred-Foot Centipede's aghast stare, Little Boa used her powerful tail to lift his enormous hundred-meter body alive. Then, with her relatively smaller body, she swung him through the air like a windmill before smashing him viciously into the ground with tremendous momentum.
Rumble!
It was as though a magnitude-ten earthquake had erupted in the forest.
Hundred-Foot Centipede's hard body could withstand Moon Country's powerful siege crossbows, but it offered no obvious protection against blunt-force trauma.
"It hurts, aaaargh!"
Hundred-Foot Centipede nearly felt his soul fly out of his mouth and merge with the Red Moon hanging overhead.
The hard earth split apart. Deep, dark fissures spread through the forest, while swathes of ancient trees were knocked askew by the shockwave and shifting ground, thrown into chaos.
The tremendous impact severely damaged Hundred-Foot Centipede's soft internal organs.
Stimulated by the agonizing pain, poison glands all over his body began operating beyond capacity. The surrounding toxic mist became so dense it seemed ready to condense into droplets of black liquid.
Sizzle!
Little Boa's scales gave off hissing sounds, and some even showed signs of melting.
Yet she seemed not to feel it at all. Instead, her body grew even more excited. Her tail tightened, and a torrent of mountain-like force coursed through her entire body.
After swinging him through the air like a windmill once more, she viciously pinned Hundred-Foot Centipede to the ground.
More cracks immediately appeared across the earth, and clear spring water even gushed from some of them.
"You bastard!"
Hundred-Foot Centipede let out a pained cry.
After once again making intimate contact with the earth, the hard shell on his body—strong enough to withstand catapult fire—was covered in countless cracks. Streams of foul, thick, dark-green blood flowed from his wounds.
When he had awoken from slumber and seen that Anaconda's body, so much smaller than his own.
Hundred-Foot Centipede had actually regarded her with considerable contempt.
In his view, he was larger, covered in hard armor, and possessed venom powerful enough to easily destroy an entire city.
An Anaconda worthless at everything but strength should naturally have been toyed with at his whim before becoming delicious food.
Yet unexpectedly.
The battle had only just begun, and he had already suffered such injuries.
When was the last time he had felt such excruciating pain?
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