Wang Yan immediately shouted for him to retreat.
In response, Zhou Ming simply waved a hand, signaling him to relax.
“A serpent-type Ferocious Beast? Seems my luck’s with me today.”
As he spoke, he removed his colored contact lenses.
A pair of dark-golden eyes resembling serpent pupils was revealed, giving his entire aura a sinister, bewitching quality.
After taming over five hundred Ironthread Snakes, Zhou Ming’s eyes had gradually transformed to resemble those of a serpent, forcing him to wear lenses to conceal them.
“The match begins.”
As the witness, Lin Feibao saw that Hu Peng had summoned his beast and immediately announced the start of the arena battle.
“What kind of ability is that? A secret art?”
Sensing the panic coming from his own beast, Hu Peng’s expression darkened as he stared into Zhou Ming’s eyes.
Due to the distance, only he could see those eerie dark-golden serpent pupils.
“That’s not something you need to know.”
Zhou Ming shook his head slightly, not answering Hu Peng’s question.
However, he already had some speculation about why the Serpent Eyes had appeared.
Beast Tamers received feedback from their Ferocious Beasts, but such effects were not immediate—it took time for them to strengthen the Tamer’s physique.
Because of his Spiritual Seed, Zhou Ming had tamed an enormous number of Ironthread Snakes.
Combined with the influence of the Serpent Saliva Fruit, the feedback most strengthened not his toxin resistance, flexibility, or agility—but rather his serpent-like eyes.
He had removed his contact lenses because he discovered his eyes could exert a spiritual pressure that intimidated serpent-type beasts.
When combined with his Spiritual Power, the effect reached an entirely new level.
“Trying to act mysterious?”
Hu Peng was no stranger to battle and knew that raw strength was what mattered most. He immediately commanded his beast to strike.
The Golden Cobra lived up to its reputation for lightning speed.
Its fangs, each as long as a finger, glinted as it lunged straight at Zhou Ming’s face, clearly intending to bite him directly.
Yet Zhou Ming did not dodge. He knew it would be pointless.
Instead, he activated the Spiritual Seed and the serpent cluster within his Spiritual Sea, spinning them like a glowing nebula, radiating brilliant light.
In the physical world, the Golden Cobra—just as it reached him—suddenly froze.
A terrifying pressure emanated from Zhou Ming’s eyes, an overwhelming dominance akin to the will of a Serpent God, rendering the cobra completely motionless.
That brief instant of paralysis was all Inkband needed.
It leapt from Zhou Ming’s shoulder, its tail like a mighty axe cleaving the air, striking the Golden Cobra squarely on the head.
The serpent’s open jaws snapped shut instantly, its raised upper body slamming onto the alloy-plated floor.
“Bang!”
Its skull cracked.
Before the Golden Cobra could recover from the paralysis, Inkband injected most of its paralyzing venom directly into the creature’s body.
As Inkband returned to Zhou Ming’s shoulder, Zhou Ming quickly retreated a few steps, distancing himself from the dying Golden Cobra—cautious of a final, desperate strike.
After all, the Golden Cobra’s resistance to poison was formidable.
Even severely wounded, it could not be underestimated.