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Chapter 95: Chapter 93: Turns out to be my fan?

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The Golden Python, ravenous, was wholly oblivious to the peril behind it; its focus was entirely on the feast before it. But a pair of iron pincer-like hands descended from the sky mercilessly severing all of the python’s thoughts.

The instant Bi Fang clasped the snake’s head with his hands, he felt an icy slickness in his palms, followed by a colossal force transmitting through his hands and into his entire body, nearly toppling him!

What serpent was this? It was clearly a great dragon!

A cold sweat instantly soaked Bi Fang’s back; the situation was about to spin out of control!

Even though the sleeve he had made was very narrow, directly clamping onto the python’s neck and preventing it from coiling and exerting force, it was,

Still not enough!

In dire straits, Bi Fang clenched his teeth, and, with a powerful heave, his hands grasped the python’s head and lifted high, vaulting its upper body into the air, not only preventing the python from gaining leverage but also leaping astride, mounting the Golden Python himself!

Over a hundred pounds of weight bore down directly on the python, and the Golden Python, previously just a pet, had never encountered such a scene. It felt its body sink, breathing becoming difficult.

Indeed, Bi Fang was sitting right on its lungs!

Once the Golden Python’s breathing was interrupted, it became completely disoriented, lacking any way to cope with the situation, simply writhing instinctively.

To domesticate and wild were entirely different matters, this was where Bi Fang’s confidence in capturing pythons alone stemmed from!

A pet python was far less fierce than a wild one and sorely lacking in experience, facing such a scenario, it would only panic and attempt to flee. Moreover, it was all too familiar with the scent of humans; as long as he could restrain it, the chance it would keep resisting wouldn’t be too high.

The situation, nearly out of control, was finally stabilizing once again.

But the Golden Python’s lower half remained struggling, its sturdy body feeling like a rubber product. The python tried to wrap around Bi Fang’s body but failed repeatedly.

Its head, held captive, couldn’t find the target, and its lower half only twisted wildly, like a frenzied, enraged dragon.

“Goodness! So much strength despite being so hungry!”

Bi Fang’s veins stood out on his hands, now quite red, clearly exerting a great deal of effort. Minutes later, the Golden Python seemed to give up, struggling far less violently.

At the sight, the audience virtually exploded, with gifts and barrages flying!

[Damn, so awesome, Wolf King lives up to his reputation!]

[Wolf Lord is the boss!]

[What’s with Wolf King and Wolf Lord? Where did those nicknames come from?]

[Those are nicknames from another place, seems like those who’ve seen Master Fang’s wolf-fighting videos showed up. Master Fang led a few people to defeat a pack of wolves, almost like a Wolf King commanding the wolves. So on B Island, Master Fang’s nickname is Wolf Lord,]

[This snake is lucky, had it not encountered Master Fang, it would have been doomed.]

[Happy Yang Pigskin gifts 1000 Wolf Fangs to the host—Truly Master Fang! Even a training live broadcast is this explosive!]

[Tonight’s Moonlight Enchants gifts the host 666 Meatballs—The snake must be utterly stupefied!]

“Don’t misuse words,” laughed Bi Fang, but his movements did not relax in the slightest.

The scales of the Golden Python were smooth and delicate, and very cool to the touch. It could easily slip away if one wasn’t careful. It seemed its former owner had taken good care of it.

” When capturing a python, you have to be most wary of its front half because it relies on this portion to coil around its prey,” he said.

“The muscles along its ribs here are not only powerful but also easily perform a constricting motion. They’re highly sensitive to the prey’s breathing and heartbeat. With every breath the prey exhales, the python tightens its coils, squeezing tighter until the prey suffocates.”

The front half of the python is its most flexible part, and it’s with this that it can move its entire body to constrict. Outside of this section, its flexibility greatly decreases.

But that doesn’t mean there’s no danger—it’s just harder to get coiled upon; the compressive force it can exert is still incredibly strong.

“That’s why I didn’t make my sleeve too big. On the one hand, it wouldn’t easily slither into something too big, and on the other, it’s about targeting its weakness. The key is to clamp down on a crucial point.”

“But don’t underestimate the lower half of a python, either. Unlike other snakes that slither, real pythons move by using their muscles to push their bodies forward. The ability to move this way indicates that their muscles are very well-developed. By contracting their abdomens they can continuously propel their bodies forward, which can weigh from a few dozen to a hundred kilograms, hence their incredibly strong constriction!”

Humans walk on two feet, but the structure of our feet incorporates the principle of a lever. Without levers and relying solely on our muscles, we wouldn’t be able to walk. A 70-kilogram body cannot be moved by muscles alone without the structural support of feet — the same goes for a 70-kilogram animal; that small amount of muscle wouldn’t be enough.

Only pythons can do it!

This is sufficient to prove the might of pythons, as they have developed all their flesh into muscle!

No sooner had these words been spoken than the Golden Python began to struggle violently once more. It seemed it hadn’t completely given up, but it was all in vain.

Bi Fang was no novice and wouldn’t make such an oversight.

In the face of survival, no animal is less intelligent than humans—some are even smarter.

Cautiously, Bi Fang loosened one hand and switched to holding the python’s head with just one hand, while positioning his walking stick against the Golden Python’s body and pulling out a bundle of hemp rope from around his waist.

Just as he was about to tie it up, the big python began to struggle again, and Bi Fang hurriedly switched back to using both hands. It took a while before the python stopped struggling again.

Placing the stick near the large python, Bi Fang began to wrap the rope around it, loop after loop, finally tying it tightly, ensuring the python couldn’t struggle free.

He then did the same to its lower half.

The Golden Python continued to roll, but to no avail; no matter how strong it was, without space, it had no opportunity to use its power.

With everything secure, Bi Fang stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He appeared unharmed, but his slightly shaking hands silently testified to how perilous the recent ordeal had been.

At that moment, people at last emerged from the nearby woods.

They were police officers!

Five in total, led by a male officer in uniform around thirty years old, wearing glasses, with a leather case in hand, followed by several others carrying long restraining forks, looking fully armed.

In contrast, Bi Fang, who had brought nothing, seemed to have said something and yet nothing at all.

All was understood without words.

Under these circumstances, the online friends could only flood the public chat with ‘666’.

Just as Bi Fang was about to greet them, the leading officer approached and shook his hand, laughing, “Impressive, really impressive! You’re truly Master Fang, catching such a huge Golden Python all by yourself. Your reputation is well-earned!”

“You know me?” Bi Fang was taken aback. Had his stories already started spreading in the world of martial arts?

“Of course I know you, I watch the news. My daughter and I are both fans of yours. I’ve watched your video fighting the wolf pack at least a dozen times. We started watching your live stream as soon as we got the call. Just one word for it —awesome!”

The officer’s tone was excited, clearly having watched Bi Fang’s videos, and he even joked,

“Since I’ve finally met you, you’ve got to give me an autograph. I’ve brought paper and pen and everything. You’ve got to sign, or else you’ll have to come to the police station with me to give a statement!”

As soon as he said this, the younger officers who’d come with him began to egg him on.

“Come on, Brother Liu, that’s not fair! We want autographs too!”

“Yeah, yeah, I want one as well!”

“I want three—one for me and two for my friends who are also your fans!”

Am I really this famous?

I can run into fans just by making a police report?

Bi Fang was puzzled; he had never experienced anything like this before.

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