The barrage of punches felt never-ending to Silas and the python, but to everyone else, it was merely a blur that they could not understand.
However, now that Silas was moving as quickly as possible, the amount of damage he was doing had significantly increased.
Every punch seemed to tear off one of the python's scales, causing it to roar in pain before being slammed again with another punch of the same power.
Blood was beginning to splatter all over the ice chunks, and after reaching their peak altitude, the ice chunks, Silas, and even the python began to fall again.
The python tried to fight back by flicking its tail and creating a wind pressure so powerful that it might have killed Silas on the spot, but now only was Silas too quick for it to hit him, the python was also becoming weaker by the second.
It was losing too much blood. Pain coursed through its blood and has become a liquid with only one function. To make it feel pain.
