Chapter 134: Damn it, this is actually a venomous snake; who exactly is stalking whom here!

“Damn it, what kind of snake is this, to torment someone like this?” Qin Feng sensed that the giant serpent possessed a certain cunning; it seemed to understand how to torture its prey, aiming to wear it down to death before savoring it slowly.

At this moment, Qin Feng’s mind was a turbulent sea of fear and determination. He knew all too well that having the giant snake coiled around his neck was extremely perilous. He was acutely aware that the serpent could launch an attack at any moment. Whether it was venomous or not was unknown to him—if it wasn’t poisonous, perhaps he still had a chance to fight.

“Stay calm. The more dangerous the situation, the more you must remain calm. Calm... and calm again,” he told himself. Holding his breath tightly, an advantage since his breath-holding ability exceeded that of ordinary men, he prepared to deceive the beast.

Feigning death, Qin Feng lay completely still, not even breathing, hoping to convince the serpent that he was lifeless. Only then might the giant snake cease its attacks and abandon the idea of swallowing him whole.

His face flushed deep red, his body no longer felt like his own. The strain of holding his breath was agonizing—each second stretched endlessly, as if the serpent’s slow crawl marked centuries passing.

“What kind of snake is this?” Qin Feng wondered, overwhelmed by the serpent’s unusual nature. He forced himself to calm down, imagining himself as part of the surroundings, allowing the beast to crawl over him without resistance.

An ordinary person might have been frightened out of their mind, but Qin Feng remained composed and still, which prevented the serpent from launching an assault.

Yet deep inside, fear gnawed at him. The predicament was grave, and the sheer size and menace of the snake suggested it intended to annihilate everything around it.

“I must be cautious. If it attacks, I’ll have to see if I can kill it,” he thought. The serpent would not leave easily; he needed to be vigilant. If it struck, he would show no mercy.

His right hand clenched tightly around his military dagger, ready to strike at any moment.

“I never imagined I’d encounter such a tormenting giant snake. It’s truly wicked,” Qin Feng murmured to himself, vowing to face the danger seriously if he wished to escape alive.

Suddenly, a gentle image flashed through his mind—Su Yun. That thought filled him with renewed resolve. “Su Yun, wait for me. I will survive. I will see you again.”

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At the thought of Su Yun, a surge of faith filled Qin Feng’s heart. He told himself to hold on, to live, so he could reunite with the one he longed to see.

Unconsciously, he sensed the giant snake still crawling slowly, its destination unknown.

Gradually, the serpent seemed to lose patience and interest in Qin Feng. It appeared he was not a satisfying meal and that the young eagles nearby looked like easier prey—smaller, more manageable to swallow.

The giant snake began to slither forward toward the two trembling fledglings, who chirped anxiously, calling for their parents. They were too small to fight the serpent and sensed the deadly threat closing in.

Qin Feng noticed the serpent’s chilling presence, as if it carried the cold of a thousand-year-old ice cave, freezing the very air around it.

He forced himself to hold his breath again, uncertain how long he could endure, hoping the danger would pass once the snake moved on.

The fledglings’ chirps grew more frantic, their lives hanging by a thread.

The serpent showed no intention of devouring them immediately. It seemed to relish torturing its prey to death, feeding off their fear—a twisted pleasure perhaps unique to this abomination.

Its crawl was agonizingly slow. Qin Feng felt suffocation creeping closer, and the fledglings’ peril mounting.

“You two fledglings didn’t consider me food earlier, so today I’ll save you,” he thought grimly. His oxygen was nearly gone—if this continued, he feared he would suffocate. With a swift motion, he grabbed the serpent’s body and flung it aside, gasping for air.

“Ha, ha, ha!” Qin Feng drew deep breaths of fresh air, feeling relief flood his lungs. Without it, he didn’t know how he would have survived.

The serpent, startled and angered by the interruption to its hunt, instinctively coiled back around Qin Feng’s neck in an instant.

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Just as he’d taken a breath and felt better, the giant snake constricted him once more. Panic surged in Qin Feng’s heart as he frantically grabbed the serpent’s body, pulling outward.

The serpent’s triangular head turned toward him, its long forked tongue flickering eerily in the dim cave light, a terrifying sight.

The triangular shape of the head made it clear—it was venomous.

“Damn it, this is a poisonous snake! What kind of nightmare is this?” Qin Feng’s face paled as a cold chill ran down his spine. He hadn’t expected venom.

In that instant, a powerful sense of life-or-death danger overwhelmed him.

“Stay calm. The more perilous, the more calm you must be,” he reminded himself, knowing that composure was his best weapon against the venomous serpent.

The snake, furious at being disturbed while enjoying the hunt for the fledglings, launched a furious attack, its head darting toward Qin Feng like a deadly arrow, lightning fast.

“This is going to be a brutal fight,” Qin Feng thought grimly. The snake would not relent easily, so neither would he. Life and death were at stake; if he wasn’t willing to yield, he would fight to the last breath.

The moment the serpent opened its blood-red jaws, Qin Feng caught sight of its venomous fangs. Anger surged within him, fueling his resolve.

He abandoned all attempts to escape and struck with lightning speed, dagger flashing toward the snake’s head.

“Pft!” A spray of blood blossomed as the dagger struck the serpent’s eye. The beast recoiled in pain, unable to bite Qin Feng.

It writhed violently, tightening its coils around him, seemingly intent on suffocating him completely.