The Hundred Snake Movement is a martial art created by the Hundred Snake Heavenly King. It is the strongest method for him, a perfect master of the Tribulation Realm who is probably the best at controlling snake monsters in the entire fairy world.
The entire movement is divided into four parts: overture, interlude, main drama and curtain call. Each part contains hundreds of techniques and methods, which can be used in conjunction with each other to deal with almost all battle scenes and enemies of different styles.
The life experience of the King of Hundred Snakes is unknown, and almost no one in the entire "Blood" organization knows where this man, who was born with a good skin and powerful but extremely cruel and perverted heart, lived before and how he learned to control it. The ability of the snake monster, let alone what he had gone through to become so bloodthirsty and crazy.
But everything in the world has a cause and effect. No one chooses to fall into the abyss at birth, and no one becomes a devil for no reason.
Going upstream along the long river of time, deep in a remote and quiet forest in the fairy world, a baby boy came to this world. The spacious and ancient mansion was filled with the cries of the little guy, and even the crows on the branches outside the window They all flapped their wings and hovered in the air, seeming to be watching the birth of this new life.
The owner of the house was originally from a wealthy family. Hundreds of years ago, he was the most famous family of spells in the area. He had studied a certain mysterious and powerful spell for many generations, which could seal the power of the curse seal in the human body, thereby gaining powerful power. .
At its peak, there were more than three hundred clansmen living in this mansion alone, controlling a large area of land and resources within a hundred miles, and there were countless servants and guards.
But as the saying goes, things must turn against each other, and the originally prosperous family gradually withered away its talents. By the time the baby boy was born, he was already the last descendant of this bloodline.
"Master, the test results are out. Young master, no magic circuit was found in his body."
The brown-haired man dressed in old-fashioned clothes covered his face and waited anxiously, but he did not expect that the final result would still be endless bad news. Looking at the gray-haired butler in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
"Master, you have to hold on, madam, she has left. Now the young master has just been born, he still needs you."
As the housekeeper who has followed this family all his life, the white-haired old man is already the only servant in the house. His family is in ruins and his wife died in childbirth. Now his last hope has been shattered again. He is really worried that his master will pass away.
"Impossible, impossible, the bloodline of the Tong family will not be cut off among us. How could my son not have a magic circuit? He should become the most powerful magician in the fairy world, comparable to those monks in the Infinite Realm and the Tribulation Realm. Then lead the family to restore its former glory."
The man had completely fallen into a state of madness. His bloodshot eyes moved crazily, and finally landed on the half-open door behind the housekeeper. What was inside was his son, the little life that his wife was fighting to give birth to. .
The gears of fate were turning quietly at this moment. Many years later, the boy did successfully stand at the top of the fairy world, but not in the way his father hoped.
The boy's childhood was unhappy. He could hardly see his father. The man who was tortured to the point of madness by the so-called rejuvenation of the family locked himself in his room for months, hoping to find a way to change the boy's inability to The fact of practicing magic.
Only the old housekeeper supported the crumbling body and took care of the boy's daily life. But as the old man drove west, only the father and son were left in the dilapidated house. The boy was only three years old at that time.
A three-year-old child has to face a vicious creditor alone, has to walk through the forest to the nearest town to exchange wild fruits and herbs for meager food, and has to take care of his crazy father.
This life continued for another three years, until one day the man excitedly opened the door of the boy's room and announced with a beast-like roar that he had found a "method" for the boy to regain his spell ability. Everything came to an abrupt end.
The innocent boy thought that his father had finally returned to normal and that the family's suffering would finally be reversed by him. But what he experienced next completely pushed him into an abyss.
In the hidden stone chamber underground of the ancient house, countless small black snakes are squirming. They are hungry and are making concessions.
There was a chilling sound, and suddenly a figure appeared in the sea of snakes. It was a boy who was only six or seven years old.
He was naked, with mysterious runes painted on him with some kind of black oil paint. His eyes were empty, and he let the little snakes around him keep passing by. Every time a snake fang penetrated his body, the runes would suddenly light up violently. The snake venom flows along the blood vessels, causing unbearable pain.
This was the 187th day since the boy was thrown into the snake den by his father. This inhuman torture lasted for a full 187 days.
In order to prevent the boy from falling into coma due to pain and thus affecting the operation of the spell, his cruel father even forced him to keep counting and calculate the answer of one thousand minus seven in a loop.
At first, the boy kept whining and begging for mercy, hoping that his father could rescue him, but all his calls went unanswered. Whenever he stopped calculating for a moment, the man would sprinkle some kind of bait in the snake cave, and it would be contaminated by the boy. This caused the snakes to bite even more crazily.
Pain, pain, pain...
The pain and fear caused the boy to completely lose his ability to think. In the huge space, there were only the sounds of snakes and arithmetic answers echoing continuously.
Nine hundred and ninety-three, hiss, nine hundred and eighty-six, hiss, nine hundred and seventy-nine, hiss...
After all, the man did not wait for the success of the technique, or maybe this technique was impossible to succeed in the first place, but it was just a joke that an ancient person casually wrote in a book to play on future generations.
Years of malnutrition caused the man to quietly pass away in his sleep. He was still dreaming of the revival of his family until the moment he died, but he did not pity his own son in the snake cave.
The boy who was left alone in the sea of snakes was awakened by a strong sense of hunger. He stopped calculating and found that the punishment had not come as promised. The desire for life drove him to urgently want to replenish energy, and a small black snake happened to come from His mouth swam.
The boy forgot how many snakes he ate that night, and how he crawled out of the snake den. He only remembered that the bright moonlight was so dazzling when he stepped out of the house door.
Staggering along the path into the forest, the boy didn't notice that the black runes on his body began to light up regularly after absorbing the moonlight.
Behind him, there was a dense group of snakes, bowing their heads towards his back.
