Yang Zheng's body was strengthened by the exotic fruit.

Since waking up, I have been in a state of extreme excitement at all times.

I've just tested jumping and strength; now all that's left is agility and speed.

To be honest, he really wants to open the door, rush out onto the street and run a few laps to see how many seconds he can sprint 100 meters at full speed.

Do it as soon as you think of it.

Yang Zheng couldn't wait to put on his sneakers and start running wildly on the street outside.

He could only hear the wind whistling past his ears, and the houses and trees on both sides of the road kept rushing past him. He felt that he was now much faster than before.

When he ran back, he specifically took out his phone to time it.

From the morning exercise area next to the village fishpond, all the way to his detached rented house, the distance is a full three hundred meters.

I checked the time; it had only taken less than thirty-two seconds.

Converted, his time is roughly 100 meters in just over ten seconds.

This wasn't even his fastest speed, since he was carrying a phone, which would inevitably have some impact.

If you run at full speed without any worries, you can definitely run 100 meters in under 10 seconds.

It's worth noting that in his best form, he could only run the 100 meters in under 13 seconds, which was his best time in school.

Now that I've been working for a few years and haven't had much exercise, my speed has definitely dropped a lot; I'd guess I can run 100 meters in about 15 seconds.

"His speed has improved a lot now, it's really frightening, comparable to the world's top sprinters..."

Back in his room, Yang Zheng looked healthy and radiant. Although he was breathing heavily, he hadn't actually exhausted as much energy as he had imagined.

It feels so good to suddenly feel stronger!

I checked the time; it was already past four in the morning.

Suddenly, he remembered that the skin of the giant golden python was placed inside the small world.

I threw it in at 10 p.m. last night, and now it's been six hours. The snakeskin must have shrunk by now.

He had to go in and check immediately, otherwise he would be in big trouble if it was missing, and he also needed to find a way to clean it up.

With that in mind, Yang Zheng immediately changed into various equipment, opened the portal, and entered the small world.

He opened his eyes and found himself at the top of the hill in the small world.

When the light was turned on, sure enough, the golden snakeskin that was originally sixteen meters long had now become a small snakeskin that was just over one meter long.

It's still early, and the small world is pitch black.

It will probably take at least an hour for the sky to start to lighten.

Taking this opportunity, Yang Zheng must come up with a good way to clean it up as quickly and efficiently as possible, leaving no odor whatsoever.

Currently, the fastest way to get rid of the odor from snakeskin is to burn it.

However, the bits of flesh and mucous membrane inside the snake skin still need to be scraped clean.

He stared at the golden snakeskin on the ground for a long time.

He suddenly slapped his forehead and chuckled, "I must have had a brain fart. I couldn't even think of such a simple solution. Wouldn't it be easier if we just flipped it over?"

I remember when I was a kid, I would catch a leech, then use a small twig to poke its rear end, and it would flip over completely, inside and out. It was so simple.

Most of the flesh and bones inside this crested snake have been crushed and squeezed out. The remaining bits can be easily flipped over with a long fishing rod.

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng immediately took the snakeskin and returned to his bedroom.

From the long fishing bag, I selected the longest rod, then used the thinner end to aim at the snake's tail and slowly poked it in.

Then came a tug-of-war.

Before long, the inside of the crested snake's skin was fully revealed.

The inside of the snakeskin emitted a foul, fishy odor and was covered with bits of meat that hadn't been properly cleaned, as well as many translucent tendons.

Now that it's turned over, it's easy to deal with; just burn it with fire.

Of course, it won't work in a rented room; to be on the safe side, we still need to go into a smaller space.

With that thought in mind, Yang Zheng picked up his machete and entered the small world once again.

Unbeknownst to them, the sky above the small world was already beginning to lighten.

It looks like dawn will break soon.

Wearing a fishing headlamp, Yang Zheng gathered up all the dead tree branches and trunks around the hillside.

Then they lit a roaring fire, carefully tore off the exposed snakeskin, and roasted it over the fire.

Soon, a strange smell of roasted meat filled the air, and the golden snakeskin sizzled under the high temperature.

As Yang Zheng added firewood, he observed the snakeskin on the fire and found that it had begun to shrink, and the bits of meat and tendons stuck to it had turned charred black.

He intensified the fire, eager to see if the beast's snakeskin could be burned away by the flames.

If it can't even withstand flames, it's not worth the effort he put into dealing with it.

About half an hour later, the sky gradually began to brighten.

By this time, the sky had turned from dark to gloomy.

Looking at the snakeskin inside the fire, it had been completely charred black.

"I wonder if the snakeskin was burned?"

Feeling that it was almost burned, Yang Zheng used a stick to lift it out and placed it on the ground to let it cool down slowly.

After a while, the sky grew brighter and brighter.

At this moment, Yang Zheng picked up the charred snakeskin and found that it had shrunk by about half under the intense heat of the fire.

I pulled hard on the snakeskin and found it to be very elastic, like a black rubber tube. The snakeskin's contractility had become even stronger.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was already bright, he immediately grabbed the snakeskin and rushed down the hillside as fast as he could, heading towards the river ahead.

Yang Zheng stood by the river, took out the cleaning ball he had prepared beforehand, and vigorously scrubbed the snakeskin.

As streams of dark filth flowed downstream.

Not long after, a snakeskin shimmering with golden light reappeared before their eyes.

The snakeskin was intact and in perfect condition.

After being exposed to high temperatures, the snakeskin's dense, fine scales become even more compact.

After careful observation.

To Yang Zheng's surprise, in addition to the golden scales, there was a thin layer of translucent soft skin underneath the snakeskin.

All the scales were firmly embedded in this layer of white soft skin.

This shows that the skin of the crested snake is not only impervious to knives and spears, but also impervious to water and fire.

This is truly an unparalleled defensive artifact.

I brought the cleaned golden snakeskin to my nose and smelled it. Apart from a faint burnt smell, there was no other odor.

It seems that high temperatures are the best way to remove fishy and unpleasant odors.

Looking at the processed golden snakeskin in his hand, he already had a plan in mind.

First, bring it back to Earth and make it bigger.

Then, try to cut the snake in half from the belly, print a template outline on your clothes or leather jacket, and cut it into multiple parts.

Then you can use a needle and thread or glue to stick it onto your clothes.

He definitely couldn't make the kind of exquisitely designed armor seen in movies and TV shows.

However, it is still possible to create simple and crude defensive armor.

He prioritizes defense and security, regardless of aesthetics or even if something is a little ugly, as long as the defense is strong enough.

It's not like I'm wearing this to a blind date.

Why does it need to be so aesthetically pleasing?

Giants, after all, should be dealt with in a simple and brutal way!

That way, when facing enemies in a small world, you will have a powerful visual impact and a deterrent effect!

His biggest worry now is that the golden snakeskin is extremely tough, and ordinary knives probably won't be able to cut it.

What should we do?

Thinking of this, he frowned slightly. "Never mind, I'll go back and buy the sharpest knife to try. If that doesn't work, I'll think of something else..."