122: Chapter 122 Did a locomotive just slap me?

[Internal Chat Group (All members in nuclear explosion mode)]

[Brain (emitting a piercing air-raid siren)]:

"Alert!!! Level 1 alert!!!"

"Host's dignity shield detected to be on the verge of shattering!"

"Social death probability detected at 10000%!"

"This is a fate worse than death!"

"Must stop it! Must prevent it! At all costs!"

[Kidneys (pumping blood frantically)]:

"Energy at full capacity! Overclocking mode!"

"To avoid being treated as a pervert! Do it!"

[Right Hand (seething with killing intent)]:

"Can't take it anymore! Who could endure this?"

"Since you want to see! Then I'll let you see enough!"

"Do it, do it! Physical amnesia method! As long as we knock him silly, he won't see anything!"

In reality.

Just as Poison Python was about to completely lift the lid of the box to see the "treasure" inside clearly.

Jiang You, who had been sitting on the ground, suddenly... disappeared.

No spiritual energy fluctuations.

No air vibrations.

Only pure, extreme physical speed that broke the shackles of space!

Poison Python only felt a blur before his eyes.

Immediately after.

"Slap!!!!!"

A crisp, loud, and even echoing sound of a slap exploded in the valley!

This slap was too fast! Too heavy! Too ruthless!

A dignified Tier 5 Great Demon, the king of the Mist Swamp, Bone-Eroding Venomous Python.

In that instant, he felt as if his face had been struck by a meteorite flying at the speed of light.

His protective demonic energy shattered like paper.

His head spun wildly on his neck from that immense force.

His entire body spun like a top, rotating three and a half times on the spot!

And in the moment Poison Python was stunned and loosened his grip.

A hand reached out as fast as lightning and caught the silver box that was about to fall.

"Click!"

The lid was closed forcefully, without any hesitation!

The next second.

The wind stopped.

Jiang You's figure reappeared in his original position.

He was still sitting on the ground, still holding the box.

His posture hadn't even changed.

The whole scene: "..."

Plum Blossom Three opened his mouth wide, not even feeling that his jaw had dislocated.

Teacher Shen Qing's eyes widened like copper bells, and she even forgot to breathe.

And Poison Python, who had been slapped dizzy with half his face swollen like a pig's head, was clutching his face, staring blankly ahead.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Just now... was there a locomotive that slapped me?

The wind continued to blow.

Carrying a hint of awkward chill, it swept through the dead silent valley.

The Tier 5 Great Demon, Bone-Eroding Venomous Python, had spun three and a half times on the spot. For the last half turn, relying on his powerful core strength and dignity as a powerhouse, he forcibly stopped himself.

Although his Brains were still sloshing around in his skull, and his left cheek was swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye, even burning with pain.

However.

He could not fall.

He was the king, the master of this swamp, and a nightmare in the eyes of thousands of demonic beasts and humans.

If he made himself look this ugly, where would he put his face that he'd maintained for hundreds of years?

How would he lead his team in the future?

Therefore.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Following the inertia of the spin, Poison Python very smoothly struck a pose: "Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg, Looking Back at the Moon," an extremely flamboyant pose.

With one hand behind his back pinching his thigh to keep from fainting, and the other hand elegantly brushing across his swollen cheek to subtly cover the palm print, he looked into the distance with profound eyes.

Plum Blossom Three opened his mouth slightly and asked cautiously, "Great... Great King? What are you..."

Poison Python ignored him.

His heart was currently experiencing a magnitude ten tsunami.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!"

"I am a Tier 5 Great Demon! My physical body is formidable, and my protective demonic energy is indestructible!"

"What happened in that instant just now?"

"Fast! Too fast! So fast that even my eyes didn't capture the trajectory!"

"And..."

Poison Python glanced out of the corner of his eye at Jiang You, who was holding the box in the distance with a bewildered look.

"Did the box teleport into his hands instantly?"

"And that strange power I couldn't resist..."

Poison Python's vertical pupils constricted sharply, and a shocking conjecture rose in his heart:

"Could it be... that this kid awakened the legendary [Time-Type] or [Space-Type] Supernatural Ability?"

"In that instant, did he pause time?"

"Or did he fold space?"

"It must be so! Otherwise, there's no explanation for why even I didn't react in time!"

Thinking of this, cold sweat ran down Poison Python's back.

Time-Type and Space-Type, those are legendary forbidden abilities that touch the realm of gods!

It was precisely because he had awakened a Space-Type talent that he had been able to survive in the Mist Swamp for so long.

"This kid... is unfathomable."

"I just don't know how many more times he can use this ability!"

Poison Python took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging waves in his heart.

He slowly turned around, lowered the hand covering his face, and had already forcibly reduced the swelling with demonic energy.

"Hmph."

Poison Python gave a light hum, straightened his slightly disheveled black robe, and said in a calm and graceful tone:

"Not bad."

"Really not bad."

"Your... Supernatural Ability, it barely catches my eye."

The people around were stunned.

Supernatural Ability?

Did Jiang You use some kind of Supernatural Ability just now?

And Great King, weren't you slapped just now? Why are you praising him?

Poison Python ignored the strange looks around him. With his hands behind his back, looking like a master from the outside world, he said to Jiang You:

"Originally, I wanted to see what treasure was in that box."

"However..."

Poison Python paused, then said with righteous indignation:

"A gentleman does not take what others love."

"Since you value this thing more than your life, and even went as far as using that... *cough cough*, that trump card to snatch it back."

"Then I shall grant your wish."

"The box, I return it to you."

After saying this, Poison Python gave himself a mental pat on the back.

Perfect!

This excuse is perfect!

It conceals the fact that he was robbed, demonstrates his magnanimity, and incidentally tests the other party's bottom line.

This is the wisdom of a strong person!

...

And on the other side.

Jiang You, holding the box that he had lost and regained, was still bewildered.

He had just felt a blur before his eyes, a heaviness in his arms, and that deadly box was back.

Immediately after, he saw that black-robed weirdo spinning around, then striking a pose, and finally saying this inexplicable nonsense.

"Huh?"

Jiang You blinked, looked at the box in his arms, and then looked at Poison Python.

"Returning it to me?"

"This guy... although he looks a bit sinister, I didn't expect his character to be decent?"

"He would actually return things voluntarily?"

Jiang You let out a sigh of relief; the sense of social death crisis finally dissipated.

He hurriedly hugged the box tight, fearing the weirdo would change his mind, and then nodded sincerely at Poison Python:

"Thanks, brother!"

"You're a stand-up guy!"

Poison Python: "..."

His eyelid twitched, and he forcibly resisted the urge to slap Jiang You again.

Teacher Shen Qing, who was being supported, rubbed her eyes. Watching this scene, she felt her worldview had been impacted.

"Just now... did my eyes deceive me?"

"Why did it seem like I saw an afterimage?"

"Could it be that that kid Jiang You... really has some trump card I can't see?"