Chen Kaishan looked through the items on the display table. Seeing they were all unsharpened, he searched under the table and found a sharpened dagger.
He then swiped the dagger across the python hide, putting a bit of force behind it.
But when he saw it left only a shallow scratch, Chen Kaishan's expression grew serious.
"It's surprisingly tough!"
This time, he used half his strength!
As a result, even with that much force, he failed to cut completely through the python hide; a thin membrane on the back still held it together.
Now, his expression changed completely. 'He was a Martial Artist!'
"What kind of python was this?" Chen Kaishan asked, looking at Cheng Zongyang with a grave expression.
Cheng Zongyang had expected this question. "I found it in the Inner Mountain," he said. "A giant python, nearly seventy feet long, was killed by an old man with a knife and a Bow and Arrow. But the old man died from his injuries as well."
