The king cobra moved incredibly fast; the moment Yang Fan's stick came down, it shot toward Yang Fan's ankle like a bolt of lightning. Ye Tong was scared out of her wits and let out an "ah," urgently yelling, "Fanzi, be careful, be careful!"
Yang Fan, however, was quite calm. Although he wasn't a professional Snake Catcher, he had plenty of dealings with these creatures since he was a child.
With a step back in retreat, the stick in Yang Fan's hand whirled into an impenetrable wall of shadow.
The main attack was a chaotic punch that killed the old master.
The king cobra moved faster than a person could swing a stick; Yang Fan, though he aimed carefully, might not hit his target accurately and could only predict its movement, striking wildly within a certain range as he took his aim.
With a 'bang,' his stick finally made contact with the king cobra's back.
