Finding the Electric Eel

At this point in the experiment, Bai Chuan had already grasped his current defensive power and the attack strength of his sharp claws. It was not to be underestimated that it took eighty percent of his strength just to break through his own scales and snake skin.

One had to understand that Bai Chuan's current strength had reached Strong LV2, a power that could not be easily dismissed.

If his earlier guess was correct—that LV3 was an ability only possessed by those at the very top of the pyramid—then LV2 was already enough to dominate a region.

This level of power was comparable to that of a Wild Boar.

So it was not lacking.

At that moment, Bai Chuan stared intently at his own wound, watching as it continuously oozed blood.

At first, the blood seeped out steadily and slowly, until after five minutes, the rate of bleeding began to gradually decrease, and clotting started to occur.

After ten minutes, the blood had completely stopped flowing, leaving only a blurry, bloody wound.

Half an hour later, Bai Chuan began to feel an intermittent itching sensation at the site of his injury.

Looking closely, he could vaguely see what seemed to be granulation tissue growing.

An hour later, the itching sensation grew even stronger.

By this time, however, Bai Chuan also felt mentally exhausted, as he had been focusing intently for too long.

His mind was starting to give out.

He glanced at the approximate time, then lay down and went to sleep.

The next day, when he woke up.

He found that the wound had nearly healed, leaving only a pale scar and the still-unformed Scales as evidence of what he had done yesterday.

Other than that, he felt hungrier than usual today.

Speaking of which, as he evolved further, he noticed he was becoming less and less like a snake.

The typical feeding cycles of normal snakes had nothing to do with him at all. He wondered if, at this rate, he would still enter hibernation this winter like other snakes.

Bai Chuan looked at the already cooling weather and thought idly.

Then, glancing at the wound where the Scales had not yet fully grown, he decided to wait a little longer.

Sharpening the axe is key to cutting wood—there was no rush in this matter. He had already waited this long; there was no need to hurry now.

Three days later, as night began to fall.

Bai Chuan, now in peak condition after eating and drinking his fill, left the cave he had lived in for half a year.

He slithered northward.

Soon, he arrived once again at the bank of that wide river. He did not enter the water, but simply followed the shore upstream.

All the while, his sharp and keen eyes constantly scanned the bank and the river's surface, focusing on the murkier patches of water.

Although his Eagles-derived vision had diminished somewhat under the cover of night, he still had his Heat Sensing Vision.

Combining the two, he could detect all living heat sources within a radius of twenty to thirty meters.

His focused, blatant, and domineering presence startled the animals that came to drink water at night, sending them fleeing in terror.

But he paid them no mind, simply searching for his target.

And what was he looking for?

Without a doubt, it was the Electric Eel!

His abilities had now hit a bottleneck. Unlike in his earlier, weaker days when any ability was helpful, abilities were easy to come by back then.

But now, the abilities that could have a major impact on him were mostly found on incredibly powerful creatures.

If he wanted to acquire them, conflict was inevitable. And once conflict broke out, even he could not guarantee a one-hundred-percent victory. There was a high chance of mutual destruction, or him dying alone.

Of course, weaker creatures sometimes possessed powerful abilities too, but either they were too hard to find or he simply had no way to obtain them.

Only now did he realize that the creatures he could easily take down had no abilities that could help him at all.

He was stuck in an awkward position—stronger than some, weaker than others.

Was he strong? Yes, strong enough to easily defeat his past self.

But compared to tigers or brown bears? That was unlikely.

So he was somewhat troubled.

That was when the Electric Eel came to mind.

The Electric Eel was powerful, but after careful consideration, Bai Chuan concluded that with sufficient preparation, he could still take it down.

There was a time when he wouldn't even dare to think about targeting the Electric Eel.

Sometimes, after rational analysis, he would even choose to avoid it.

No matter how much he craved its ability, he dared not attack.

But now, he was actively and purposefully searching for it.

Was he getting cocky?

No, it was simply that he had grown stronger, confident he now had the means to take down the Electric Eel.

Because in his past life, he had been particularly curious about this creature for a time and had studied its peculiar biology.

The Electric Eel was a freshwater fish capable of brief, powerful electric discharges. Its body was thick, round, and long, reaching up to 2.5 meters in length. It was nocturnal, hunting small fish by night.

It preferred to dwell in shallow marshes or murky waters near the shore. A single casual strike could unleash 650 volts, and at its peak, it could discharge up to 800 volts.

Don't underestimate that 800-volt ceiling—it was already close to the high-voltage threshold defined by his past life's country, which was 1000 volts.

In fact, by certain industrial standards, this voltage already fell within the high-voltage range.

And remember, the safe voltage for the human body was only ≤36 volts. A standard 220 volts could easily kill a person.

Let alone 650 or 800 volts.

At that level, unless the current was pathetically weak, a human hit by it was as good as dead.

If he could acquire this electric ability, he would truly possess a super weapon—a trump card of ultimate power.

By then, there should be no creature capable of withstanding his attacks.

Once his venomous fangs sank in, electricity and poison would strike together, and his opponent could only watch helplessly as death arrived amidst numbing convulsions.

But all of this hinged on him actually taking down the Electric Eel.

As for what gave him confidence?

Bai Chuan glanced at his newly grown, keratin-covered claws and smiled without a word.

Armed with sharp claws wrapped in high-resistance keratin, the ability to breathe underwater, and that super regeneration...

He was confident he could take down an Electric Eel.

Why hadn't he dared before?

Wasn't it because he hadn't dared to bite? A snake's only attack method was its mouth, and the mouth was too close to the brain—Bai Chuan hadn't wanted to risk it.

Back then, he also lacked the ability to breathe underwater. If he accidentally got stunned during the fight and passed out, he would drown miserably underwater.

Don't think that's a joke—many powerful animals unlucky enough to be killed by Electric Eels died just that pathetically.