Chapter 899

The king cobra was already starving, hissing with frustration. Ever since it tasted three Veridia fishermen 280 years ago, it had lost its appetite for smaller animals. For years, it had thrived on a diet of humans, which explained its incredible speed in the ocean. It evolved that way through the constant hunting of fishermen and sailors. But lately, Cyrus had been beating it daily and even pulling out its fangs. It hadn't gotten a single meal in days. Excited, the cobra stretched its neck, flared its hood, and opened its jaws wide, hissing at Drakon. Drakon's iron throwing disk split in two, and he took a few steps back, staring at Cyrus. "You're using a snake to fight? How cowardly. If you've got the guts, face me yourself! I want to see if the infamous Cyrus, the spoiled brat of Jorsproburgh and Jace's little plaything, is really as tough as they say." Cyrus frowned, asking, "You know about Jace and me?" "Hah, of course. She's a Bosch agent, sent to replace me, but too bad for her, Summerland is mine. I know her every move. If it weren't for her mentor and the Secret Realm's overlord, I would've killed her by now." Cyrus nodded thoughtfully. "Oh, then you can rest easy feeding the snake. Jace will take over managing Summerland's Secret Realm just fine after you're gone." "Hah! She's not even close to ready. You have no idea who I am. Once I take down this snake, I'll end you myself." Drakon's iron throwing disk split from two pieces into four, then into eight. He wasn't going to underestimate this monster. He was ready to use every ounce of his power to defeat the serpent quickly. He struck first, hurling the disks at the coiled cobra. But the king cobra simply flicked its tail, sending all eight pieces flying back. Drakon managed to catch six, while two lodged themselves in the iron railing of the ship. These disks were dangerous to handle—one wrong move, and they could easily slice him up. But once mastered, they were highly efficient for killing. Drakon stared at the cobra's thick scales in shock. He never imagined they'd be this tough. His throwing disks were made from the hardest material on Earth, forged by a master at great expense. His vital energy cultivation was at the fifth level, so he could slice through iron plates with ease. But his disks couldn't even pierce the serpent's scales. Looking at the six disks in his hand, he noticed the edges were already chipped. He regretted splitting them into eight pieces. The more they were divided, the thinner and weaker they became. The king cobra lunged at him, mouth open wide, ready to devour him. Drakon didn't have time to retrieve the two disks lodged in the ship's iron railing, so he combined the six disks into one, increasing its strength. With all his strength, he hurled the disk at the cobra's head. A deafening scream tore through the air as the disk struck the cobra's left eye, sending it into a fit of agony and rage. It shook its hood violently, spitting a stream of venom straight at Drakon. Drakon dodged, but his right hand was splashed with venom, instantly causing his skin to sizzle and smoke. Surprisingly, he didn't die from the poison. He quickly pulled out a pill, crushed it, and applied it to the wound to ease the pain. Then, with a mighty leap, he landed on the cobra's head, stomping hard on the throwing disk embedded in its skull. The entire disk sank deep into the king cobra's head. The serpent wasn't screaming in pain anymore—it was begging for mercy. Its dignity as the king of snakes had been shattered. For 300 years, it hadn't encountered a true human warrior, but in these past few days, it had met several. Leah and Kaia, having already taken down the hundred Secret Realm assassins, rushed over. Seeing the injured king cobra, they asked, "Cyrus, should we help it?"