Chapter 73: Oceanic Whitetip Shark

Although these sharks might not necessarily help each other, he didn't dare gamble on it. In a one-on-one fight he wasn't afraid; what he feared was that when he attacked one of them, the blood would send the other sharks into a frenzy.

Then he'd really be in trouble.

After all, sharks are far too sensitive to the smell of blood.

Whenever blood appears in the sea, even if these sharks are a full kilometer away, they can easily catch the scent and come searching.

So once a fight begins, if he gets injured—

Then he can only say that sharks will come at him in an endless stream, until every shark in the nearby waters has gathered here.

For this reason, to avoid such a situation, he had been stuck here in these shallow waters for so long.

So much so that the other creatures in this stretch of sea had nearly been scared off by his eating.

The increasingly scarce fish lately are clear proof of that.

Fortunately, the wait has finally come to an end—this time only one shark has come.

While Baichuan was mulling over his unlucky experiences of the past month.

Before long, the shadow slowly swimming over began to come into clearer view.

He saw that its body was dark gray, the tips of every fin edged in white, its pectoral fins narrow and long, its first dorsal fin slightly rounded, and its body roughly three meters in length.

Its snout was pointed and jutted forward; beneath it was a crescent-shaped mouth and triangular sharp teeth.

Clearly, this was an adult oceanic whitetip shark.

Looking at the shark that had swum close by and seemed somewhat startled.

Baichuan chuckled inwardly—seems this shark had also realized it had come to the wrong place.

Because what met its eyes was not delicious food, but a serpentine predator far larger than itself.

But since it's already here, and alone at that, then don't leave. Know that he had waited far too long for one of these little cuties to be on its own.

Now it's time for him to reap the harvest!

The next instant, he arched his body violently, bursting forth like a bowstring drawn to full tension.

At once the surrounding water churned with violent tremors, sending the silt on the seabed flying and turning everything murky.

Out of this turbid water, a massive dragon head surged forth, lunging to bite at the shark.

Unfortunately, Baichuan had overestimated his own swimming speed underwater, or rather, he had underestimated this shark's swimming speed.

The oceanic whitetip shark gave a single sweep of its great tail and shot forward like an arrow loosed from the bowstring.

Then it opened that great mouth bristling with triangular blades for teeth and lunged at the big snake.

In the crisis, Baichuan had no time to dodge. He made a split-second decision, immediately contracting the special electric-discharge muscles in his tail and whipping it violently.

At once, surging electric current burst forth from his tail and rapidly spread through the seawater.

In the span of a heartbeat, it struck the oceanic whitetip shark.

The oceanic whitetip shark instantly went rigid, its open mouth no longer opening and closing.

At the same time, though its body had stiffened, its previous momentum still carried it right up next to Baichuan.

At this moment, the shark was frozen stiff right beside him—how could Baichuan possibly let such a golden opportunity slip?

He swiftly turned, opened his fearsome dragon mouth, lunged forward fiercely, and bit down hard on the shark's gills—the softest vital spot on its entire body, where its breathing slits were.

Accompanied by a rough texture like biting into sandpaper.

In an instant, bright crimson blood gushed out, directly dyeing the seabed red and still rising, drifting toward the surface.

At the same time, a large surge of sweetness flooded into Baichuan's mouth, making him bite down harder and harder.

The onslaught of agony made the shark want to struggle, but for a snake, clamping its jaws on prey is only the beginning of its attack.

First, vicious, razor-sharp claws reached out and pierced into the shark's relatively tender fish body.

Then the cold, hard serpentine body began, using the two anchor points of mouth and claws, to coil itself around the prey from head to tail.

At the same time, Baichuan silently began injecting his victim with copious amounts of lethal venom.

In no time, the little shark, barely three meters long, was entangled by this fierce dragon-snake as solid as iron.

Its whole body could barely move, as if bearing a mountain of crushing weight.

Before long, shark and snake began sinking toward the seabed, coming to rest together on the ocean floor.

The two of them stopped moving—or rather, Baichuan was forcefully pinning the shark down so it couldn't move.

Because he knew well that most sharks share one extremely obvious weakness.

Namely, they must keep swimming in order to breathe.

Now this shark had already been injected full of his venom, and was wrapped up tight by him.

Setting aside whether the venom would take effect, the simple fact that a shark's body mechanism requires constant swimming to breathe meant that one unable to swim was doomed to die—there was no avoiding it.

Thus, all he needed to do now was quietly wait for it to die; no need to waste any more effort.

But Baichuan thought it over—to avoid complications and other sharks coming to stir up trouble, he kept withdrawing his embedded claws and stabbing them back in, tearing the flesh apart again and again.

In an instant, the blood flowed even more furiously, and that sweet, fishy scent tempted Baichuan more and more, making him grow increasingly violent and brutal.

Before long, the water in this entire area was dyed red by blood so thick it was nearly black.

In the end, Baichuan couldn't even remember how many times he had clawed at it, and finally—

The shark stopped struggling and went limp. Perhaps it had suffocated from lack of oxygen and passed out, or perhaps his venom had taken effect, or perhaps it had already suffered fatal blood loss and died.

It didn't matter which—Baichuan couldn't be bothered to figure out which had worked first.

What mattered was that it had stopped moving. This shark, with its tenacious vitality, had stopped moving.

Only then did Baichuan release the jaws that had been clamped down in a death grip, and raised his head to look at the shark still coiled in his embrace.

Time for a full meal!

Baichuan gazed at the shark lying motionless before him, and instinctively flicked out his forked tongue to lick his upper and lower lips.

Sharks—known as the "wolves of the sea," the "tyrants of the sea"—hopefully its swimming ability won't disappoint him!

Thinking of this, Baichuan also stopped being polite.

A pair of sharp claws reached out again, viciously digging into the fish's body, tearing off a large chunk of meat with force, then stuffing it straight into his mouth, wolfing it down.

It was obvious that although Baichuan had already evolved the crocodilian biting ability, with such a large piece of meat, the sharp-tooth structure he had from crocodiles still couldn't let him bite straight in and eat the meat.

Haven't you seen crocodiles themselves just swallow directly? If Baichuan wanted to use his mouth directly, he'd have to do a death roll like a crocodile.

But Baichuan said that method was too slow!

Sure enough, to eat meat in big bites directly, he really did need sharp teeth for tearing.

Baichuan sighed inwardly, glanced at the various small fish attracted by the blood, and didn't mind, letting them keep pecking at the small bits of meat.

A few minutes later, Baichuan stopped his swallowing; he felt full.

Looking somewhat helplessly at this shark's corpse, it truly lived up to being a fish that urinates through its skin—the meat was really sour, rough, and disgusting.

This evaluation was extremely exaggerated, you know—Baichuan's sense of taste now was that of a snake, and snakes generally liked fishy, foul smells, accepting anything that came, basically not picky eaters.

So with this bonus, he still found the shark meat disgusting—then this fish meat really was no good, but luckily he was full too.

(End of chapter)