The Fate of the Mutated Bamboo Leaf Green

Tom had already protected his hands on both sides of his body early on to prevent this attack. Now, completely wrapped up, it was these two arms, enhanced six times in strength, that protected his body, giving him more breathing room to avoid being strangled to death, suffocating in the tightening coils.

Moreover, besides strangling, the mutated snake also used its teeth to bite at the head and chest of Old Street No. 0.

"Now is the time!" Tom couldn't speak, but his heavy defense was all for this moment.

It was terrifying when a snake strangled its prey, rendering it completely immobile. However, the snake itself couldn't move either.

At this moment, Bo Zai, known for his speed, wearing the armor of Old Street No. 1, rushed out at an extremely fast pace. The steel spear in his hand carried a chilling sound as it fiercely pierced the mutated Bamboo Leaf Green's body, sparking as it collided with the scales, accompanied by muffled sounds.

The spear was retracted and thrust out again, targeting the same spot. After several repetitions, Bo Zai could feel that the scale was starting to loosen.

Naturally, the mutated snake could sense the danger to its scales, so it swung its tail in an attempt to knock Old Street No. 1 away. But Bo Zai, who was prepared, cleanly threw the spear and dodged the tail sweep.

With this tail sweep, the pressure on Tom, wrapped up in the coils, decreased. Tom immediately shouted and exerted force to create some space by pushing against the snake's coils.

The mutated snake quickly coiled tighter again, increasing the pressure to strangle Old Street No. 0, subjecting Tom to immense pressure once more.

On Bo Zai's side, he wouldn't just watch Tom being pressured. Grabbing an iron cone in each hand, he continuously struck the mutated snake's body with the inertia from his running, hitting it over and over again at different spots.

At this stage, the goal wasn't to kill the mutated snake but to harass it, making it extremely annoyed. With the experience of the first time the steel spear almost pried open its scales, the mutated snake felt a strong sense of crisis, which made it agitated.

But while it had to maintain pressure on Old Street No. 0, it also had to figure out how to drive away the annoying Old Street No. 1. Soon, it would be caught in a dilemma of which one to deal with.

This was the psychological tactic Tom and Bo Zai had discussed, a strategy tailored to creatures like snakes with limited intelligence. Once the mutated snake ignored its tail and focused on its head, it would be their moment to counterattack.

So as soon as the snake loosened its grip on Old Street No. 0, attempting to drive away Old Street No. 1, Tom, wearing Old Street No. 0, created pressure inside it, forcing it to coil back quickly.

But as the mutated snake obediently coiled around Old Street No. 0, the iron cones from Old Street No. 1's continuous strikes, combined with the electric shocks from its whip kicks, made it even more annoyed. Especially the tingling electric currents, causing its body to start trembling, even Tom could feel the pressure around him slightly decrease.

The mutated Bamboo Leaf Green finally made a choice. It let go of Tom, and with a forceful swing of its tail, it directly knocked away Old Street No. 1.

Seeing Old Street No. 1 fall to the ground, the mutated snake spat signals and seemed to want to swim over, looking like it wanted to get rid of this annoying fly first.

But Tom wouldn't give it that chance. He shouted loudly, grabbed the snake's upper and lower jaws with both hands, and forcibly held its bite shut with his arms, allowing the snake to wildly whip his face with its signals.

On the other side, Bo Zai had recovered from the impact. Old Street No. 1 got up, discarded the two bothersome iron cones, and dashed forward. His fists and whip kicks fiercely targeted the captured snake head. The numbing electric current ravaged the snake's head, even affecting Old Street No. 0, which had insulating gel on its palm.

At this point, Tom also felt numbness spreading through his body. But he knew he couldn't relax now; he could only bite his tongue tip, the pain and the taste of blood stimulating him to stay alert.

Although the snake's skin was tough and its scales were hard, it couldn't withstand the electric currents running through its body repeatedly. Finally, before Tom lost strength due to numbness, the mutated snake couldn't hold on any longer, and its strength began to weaken.

Feeling the pressure on his hands suddenly decrease, Tom realized the opportunity had come. He shouted loudly, using his hands to push the sharp teeth of the snake's upper and lower jaws towards the electric iron fist of Old Street No. 1, which was hammering down. The combined force generated a huge impact, and the electric current ran wild in the snake's mouth, causing its jaws to instantly relax. Unable to maintain its head in an upright position anymore, it relied solely on Tom's hands to keep from falling.

Tom immediately slammed the snake's head forcefully to the ground, drew the pig-killing knife from behind, and holding it in a reverse grip, forcefully stabbed it into the snake's mouth. After a few stabs, he changed to a forward grip, grabbing the handle with both hands, continuously hacking at the open mouth of the snake. For a while, his hands rose and fell, finally chopping the entire snake's head into two pieces.

At that moment, Tom dropped the pig-killing knife and sat down on the ground.

By now, both Tom and Bo Zai were completely exhausted, lacking even the strength to remove their armor.

Skinny, who had been hiding nearby, rushed over, first checked on the snake's condition, then ran out shouting, "We won, we won!"

The people hiding in the back were overjoyed and rushed over, some even turned and ran towards the second-floor camp to report the good news.

With the help of everyone, Tom and Bo Zai were pulled out of their armor. Drenched in sweat, they could only gaze at the hazy sky and breathe heavily, letting out spasmodic laughs of joy.

Yes, they had won. A creature nearly 30 meters long, resembling a giant train in their eyes, had been killed by the two of them working together.

This was an unprecedented and significant victory. If it weren't for the two sets of armor crafted by Tom and Iron Scrap Old Man, they would have been swallowed whole by this mutated giant as soon as they met, without a chance.

Assisted to their feet and given a few sips of sugared water, Tom finally managed to calm down his racing heart a bit, only to see Uncle Wei leading a large group of people cheering as they ran over.

Tom felt Uncle Wei had brought everyone in the camp out, but then he understood. After shrinking, everyone had been living in fear of giant creatures. Now that Tom had defeated the behemoth, naturally, they wanted to come and witness the spectacle.

"Thank you, Tom, Bo Zai, once again you have eliminated the threat to the camp," Uncle Wei said sincerely.

Tom waved his hand but couldn't speak. He had hoarsened his throat from continuous shouting.

So, everyone lifted up the exhausted pair, cheering and tossing them into the air, then catching them steadily, expressing their respect and gratitude to the two heroes.

After the celebration, they helped the two up again, and together they admired this hard-won victory.

"Wow, it's huge, isn't it a snake, is it a dragon?"

"Look at the armor, heavens, even the double layers of iron plates are almost bitten through."

These two sentences best represented the survivors' feelings.

The snake, towering nearly a floor high and seemingly 30 meters long, lay silently in front of them like a long train. And the snake's head, split into two halves, oozed crimson blood, telling them in a gory sight that the mutated Bamboo Leaf Green snake was dead beyond doubt.

The two sets of opened armor beside it were also covered in wounds, especially Tom's Old Street No. 0, which was riddled with scars. Especially the horrifying tooth marks on his hands and chest, further explained to everyone how dangerous and hard-won this victory was.

The venom of the Bamboo Leaf Green snake wasn't as potent as that of cobras, king cobras, or kraits, but when a person was shrunk 24 times, even a mild toxin could be instantly lethal.

The hardest part of Old Street No. 0 was its chest, especially the first iron plate, which was incredibly thick. But even so, the mutated snake's teeth had pierced through it and almost punctured the second iron plate.

This was the mark left when the snake bit Tom while coiling him up. If it had gone a little deeper, the snake's teeth would have pierced through the iron plates, stabbed Tom's skin, and he would have died instantly, without a shred of luck.

"Tom, thank you!" Uncle Wei bowed deeply to Tom, leading everyone else to bow in thanks and respect.

"It's nothing, it's what I should do." Tom still felt a bit weak, his voice weak as he replied.

At this moment, Bo Zai laughed and said, "I suggest hanging these two iron plates in our camp to commemorate Tom's great contribution."

"Yes!"

"Well said! Hang them up, hang them up!"

Tom smiled and shook his head, not objecting to the proposal. Regardless, this risky strike was indeed worthy of commemoration. Just a little deeper, and he would have been killed by the poison.

"Uncle Wei, bring a crystal over and try the snake blood. I remember that black-clothed man said if a mutated creature had eaten a person and not digested it, the blood would glow when it touched the crystal, indicating that the creature's flesh was inedible."

Rong Uncle also knew about this. He had tried it with the ant head before, which didn't glow, and everyone ate it without any problems.

So when Tom mentioned it, he was the first to take out his green crystal and dipped it in the snake blood, but it didn't glow.

To be cautious, he tried with three other colored crystals one by one, and all of them had no problems. He laughed heartily, "Great, we have fresh meat to eat. Snake soup, roasted snake meat, snake gall, whatever you want, I can make it for you."

Snakes were poisonous, but only in the venom glands at the base of their teeth and in their venom sacs. Once the snake head and venom sacs were removed, the rest of the snake's body was safe to eat.

Tom looked at the long snake body and said with a wry smile, "Uncle Wei, I'm afraid we won't be able to finish eating it even after several days."

"Then pickle it, just like those ant eggs. After salting and drying, it can be preserved for a long time. There are several packs of salt in the camp, which should be enough."

Bo Zai looked at the snake head. "It'll be difficult to transport it back. It's too big. Even if we cut it into sections, it'll take a long time to transport. I'm afraid some parts will have to be left here to rot, attracting flies for no reason."

Tom nodded. At present, transportation was indeed the biggest challenge to replenishment.

Just then, someone rushed over frantically, shouting, "Uncle An, Uncle An, that thing woke up, that thing woke up!"