Wang Zheng grabbed the tail of the withered vine snake with one hand and stroked it from bottom to top, causing the sharp scales on the snake's body to fly off under his force.
After checking and finding no spiritual energy crystals, Wang Zheng sighed and then put the snake's remains into his storage space.
Even a small mosquito is still meat, and it won't rot if you put it inside.
As for why he didn't use a knife to chop the snake but instead used his hands to pinch it, it was because he was afraid that the hard snake scales would break the machete.
Wang Zheng casually picked up the scales that he had knocked off from the ground and broke them in two with a little force.
Keep in mind, these are only the scales of a second-grade exotic beast, and they're already this hard.
Wang Zheng glanced at the machete, which was already full of nicks and chips, and then silently praised himself for his wisdom.
This knife isn't some kind of alloy weapon; he just picked it up randomly at a department store.
"clang--"
With another fierce slash, Wang Zheng looked at the machete with a chipped edge and the intact green vine in front of him, and sighed helplessly.
He brushed aside the vines with one hand, then crouched down and crawled through.
As Wang Zheng recalled how his boss had boasted about how sharp the knife was, he put away the machete, which was basically unusable.
'I need to go back and have a chat with that bald boss. He brags that it's the must-have sword for wilderness adventurers, what a liar, cheating consumers!'
...
Wang Zheng was now filled with regret. If he hadn't told Old Man Chu about the storage space, he would have already been making a name for himself in Yunnan.
'Very well, on January 12, 2027, Principal Chu Tianxing of Jingnan School owes me a longsword made of Grade A alloy!'
Wang Zheng silently made a mental note of it, and then continued walking forward.
This is not the kind of battlefield experience he wanted at all. From yesterday until now, he has only killed two or three kittens and increased his spiritual energy limit by a little over two hundred points.
This is not unrelated to Wang Zheng's own imagination of how he would roar and countless mosquitoes, snakes, and rats would swarm onto him, be killed by the reflected damage, and have his spiritual energy limit skyrocket. It can be said that this is completely unrelated.
This isn't battlefield training at all; it's clearly wilderness survival, and the kind that's completely effortless.
He would rather have two more giant apes fight him for three hundred rounds than walk in this godforsaken wilderness any longer.
As Wang Zheng continued forward, the sturdy vine that he had just brushed aside slowly extended, then drooped down to the ground, following the direction Wang Zheng was walking.
Then more and more vines hung down from the surrounding trees, joining the pursuit. As they moved forward, they made a soft "rustling" sound as they crawled on the ground.
These sounds kept coming from afar, gradually getting closer and closer, and finally stopping around Wang Zheng, gradually forming an encirclement that surrounded him.
Wang Zheng's ears twitched, his lips curled up slightly, and then he looked back and saw that the vines that were weaving through the bushes had suddenly stopped moving forward.
Wang Zheng yawned widely, then turned around and continued walking forward with a nonchalant air.
"Tsk tsk tsk... Each and every one of these roots is so lush and green, while most of these shrubs have already turned yellow. The colors are completely inconsistent. And they're still trying to play the role of a disguiser?"
Although he was still complaining, he felt a surge of joy at the thought of facing the plant-like monsters that followed.
"Finally, we can have some harvest, but it's a pity that it's January now, not the flowering season."
Wang Zheng added casually, then turned and continued walking forward without looking back.
As Wang Zheng continued forward, more and more vines began to hang down from the large trees around him, followed by other trees, one after another, completely blocking the road on the ground.
Wang Zheng listened to the dense, noisy sounds behind him, imagining them stretching all the way towards him, and shook his head helplessly.
Just as Wang Zheng turned around helplessly, vines suddenly rose from the ground and instantly wrapped around his feet.
Then, on the ground, in the bushes, and on the trees, countless vines began to frantically wrap around Wang Zheng's body, and they also tried to pull him upwards, trying to lift him off the ground and make his body float in mid-air with nowhere to support him.
After briefly assessing the strength of the vines, Wang Zheng felt reassured.
He maintained a calm expression throughout, remaining composed no matter how the vines behind him attacked him.
As for the binding and whipping of these branches, Wang Zheng did not dodge or evade at all, and kept complaining: "Can't you guys keep your voices down? Making such a commotion during a sneak attack is a failure."
In the blink of an eye, these sturdy vines had covered Wang Zheng's body, instantly wrapping him up and binding him completely.
Wang Zheng didn't struggle, letting the strange vines do as they pleased.
Once he was completely wrapped in vines, the vines began to retract, pulling the large cocoon of human flesh back into place.
Meanwhile, our young master Wang lay in a cradle woven from rattan, enjoying the fresh air of nature. He was very content, and even twisted his body and turned over to choose a more comfortable position.
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