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Clang.
The moment the dark shadow lunged, Shao Zifeng's hand holding the kitchen knife flipped and raised, driving the sharp blade into the shadow's mouth, producing a crisp colliding sound.
Immediately afterward, Shao Zifeng felt his arm, which was clutching the kitchen knife, being wrapped and the continuously tightening pressure almost made him lose his grip on the knife.
Zifeng quickly looked up to see a grass-green snake coiled around his forearm, biting down on the blade of the kitchen knife, with liquid oozing down the blade from beneath its bulging fangs.
It was a bamboo viper, Shao Zifeng thought with relief. Its malice before the attack had been locked by a bonding reaction, making it easy to fend off the ambush. Otherwise, things would have been troublesome today.
