Chapter 899

The king cobra was already starving, hissing with frustration. Ever since it tasted three Veridia fishermen 280 years ago, it had lost its appetite for smaller animals. For years, it had thrived on a diet of humans, which explained its incredible speed in the ocean. It evolved that way through the constant hunting of fishermen and sailors. But lately, Cyrus had been beating it daily and even pulling out its fangs. It hadn't gotten a single meal in days. Excited, the cobra stretched its neck, flared its hood, and opened its jaws wide, hissing at Drakon. Drakon's iron throwing disk split in two, and he took a few steps back, staring at Cyrus. "You're using a snake to fight? How cowardly. If you've got the guts, face me yourself! I want to see if the infamous Cyrus, the spoiled brat of Jorsproburgh and Jace's little plaything, is really as tough as they say." Cyrus frowned, asking, "You know about Jace and me?" "Hah, of course. She's a Bosch agent, sent to replace me, but too bad f