Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 209 The Smoke of War Dissipates
The python roared, like a rocket, carrying flying mud, water, and tree bark, and lunged straight at Zhang Wuxun around the waist.

At the critical moment, a long sword flew diagonally and blocked Zhang Wuxun's path.

The python charged forward without slowing down, its massive jaws snapping shut as it bit the long knife. The next second, the sharp blade pierced right through its jaws.

The python writhed violently in pain, shaking its head wildly as if trying to fling the knife embedded in its flesh. Its massive tail swept wildly like a bulldozer, slamming the ground as if an earthquake had struck, causing the entire area to tremble.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the young man pulled Zhang Wuxun back quickly to the fat man's side.

As the giant python thrashed about, the Black Gold Ancient Blade gradually loosened, finally breaking free as the python tilted its head back and flying towards the dense tree canopy.

Zhang Wuxun was shocked. Holy crap, the guy's knife is gone!
Seeing that the giant python was somewhat exhausted from the ordeal, Zhang Wuxun gritted his teeth, drew the skull knife from his back, roared, and charged forward. He slid down and cut under the python, gripped the hilt with both hands, and thrust the knife upwards, directly into the wound on its lower jaw. The sharp blade caught its teeth, and then he twisted his waist, using all his strength to turn the giant python's head towards the fat man.

Hot, foul-smelling blood poured down on him. Ignoring the stinging pain in his eyes, Zhang Wuxun seized the moment when the giant python roared in agony, and gritted his teeth, shouting, "Fatty!"

"coming!"

The fat man steadied himself, lowered his shoulders, aimed at the giant python's open mouth, and pulled the trigger.

Swah——

The warhead was launched instantly, trailing a straight plume of white smoke, and plunged headfirst into the giant python's mouth.

The next moment, with a loud bang, the giant python's waist burst out with brilliant flames, broke in two, and flew four or five meters into the air before crashing to the ground.

The moment the warhead was launched, Zhang Wuxun let go and ran away, but after only a few steps, he was swept away by the aftershocks of the explosion, along with scattered flesh and blood, and his body plunged into the broken branches and wood scattered on the ground five or six meters away.

"Wooden fish!"
With a few gasps, the young man and the fat man rushed over and dug Zhang Wuxun out of the mud. They pinched his philtrum and slapped his face until Zhang Wuxun finally coughed up a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes, and then quickly closed them again.

I didn't feel it when I was holding my breath, but now that I've relaxed, every muscle and bone in my body is aching. I can't even lift my arm. My face is burning, as if it's on fire from all the scratches I've had.

"Cough cough cough—" Zhang Wuxun coughed so hard it was heartbreaking, blood foam kept gushing from the corners of his mouth, and the rain couldn't wash it away. The bright red bloodstains made his face look as pale as paper. The coughing trembled and tore at his chest, causing him to spasm and curl up in pain.

"Brother..." The fat man's voice was trembling with tears.

Unfortunately, Zhang Wuxun's ears were still ringing and his head was spinning, so he couldn't hear anything. Otherwise, he would definitely laugh at him, saying that he was a grown man in his forties or fifties and he didn't even feel ashamed to cry.

Zhang Wuxun coughed and dry heaved as his stomach churned. His clothes were soaked with blood and mud. He curled up in the mud, looking so miserable that it was unbearable to look at him.

The young man quickly examined the wound and breathed a sigh of relief. "Two ribs are broken, but the internal injuries are not serious."

The fat man's wailing stopped abruptly. "Huh? Wooden Fish is alright?"

The young man nodded. "The concussion was quite severe."

"Damn it." The fat man wiped his face haphazardly. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were going to die."

Just as the two helped Zhang Wuxun sit down under a tree, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out from the other side.

Zhang Wuxun's heavy eyelids instantly regained strength, and his eyes gradually cleared. He laboriously raised his hand, pointed in the direction where Wu Xiaoxie and the others were, and said intermittently, "...Tian...Tianzhen's side..."

The fat man grabbed his hand, squeezed it hard, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I'll go fry up that last damn serpent too, and rip out its heart and liver for you to eat with your drinks."

Zhang Wuxun leaned against the tree trunk, trying to stand up with his weak body, but he was so dizzy that he couldn't control his body.

He could only sit there and watch as the young man pulled out the knife he had stuck in the jaw of the brown-blue python, and then charged forward to fight alongside the fat man carrying the RPG.

Zhang Wuxun silently recited in his mind, "[System.]"
[Enable self-repair function]

A warm current surged from my heart, flowing into my limbs and bones, and my somewhat suffocating chest immediately felt much lighter.

The golden-scaled python on Panzi's side was slightly smaller. It originally planned to ambush from behind, but it found that these creatures, which it had never seen before, were too ferocious, so it tried to slip away silently.

Unfortunately, its tail was spotted by Panzi, who immediately fired a shotgun at it. Within the range of the shotgun's fire, the power of the shotgun was almost invincible, and its tail was instantly severed and fell off.

The pain enraged the golden-scaled python, which coiled down from the tree and opened its mouth to suffocate Wu Xiaoxie on the head.

The young man reacted quickly, slashing the snake's head with a dagger.

The shooting angle was perfect. The fat man picked up his RPG, aimed, and then roared.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

Xiao Ge and Pan Zi pulled Wu Xiaoxie quickly to lie down behind a big tree. "A Ning" cursed and quickly followed, lying down to hide as well.

The fat man unleashed his power and roared.

"Boom—", the warhead cleaved through the rain and sped away.

The golden-scaled python knew how powerful this thing was and hurriedly tried to dodge, but it was too late.

After a loud bang and as the smoke cleared, the men who had been lying on the ground brushed the leaves off their bodies and climbed out of the mud. Looking at the python, which was now only half-dead and limp on the broken log, they gave the fat man a thumbs up.

The fat man grinned, holding the RPG in one hand, shaking his slightly numb arm, and spat at the dead snake.

The young man walked over, picked up the knife from under the tree, and called everyone back to where they had dropped their equipment.

Seeing Zhang Wuxun leaning against a tree trunk, covered in blood, everyone rushed over, "Muyu! Muyu, how are you?"

Zhang Wuxun really didn't want to move. Not to mention his muscles, even his bones were tired. But he couldn't stand the way these people were wailing like they were going to die if he didn't respond. Helpless, he could only lift his eyelids.

The aftereffects of the concussion hadn't subsided yet; his vision was blurry, and he could only vaguely make out a few swaying figures. He felt as if he had responded, but he didn't know if the group had heard him. His ears were buzzing, like a swarm of bees constantly flying back and forth.

"It's noisy."

Zhang Wuxun's lips twitched a few times, and his eyelids finally gave way and closed completely.

(End of this chapter)