Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

Targeting a big fish's weakness and taking a bite is a viable strategy; simply provoking it is acceptable.

Even if the sand on the seabed blocks your breathing gills, that's still possible.

Activating the Fire Scales, using the Sacred Deer as raw materials, and the boss's modified high-temperature bomb, you can even boil fish directly in the sea!

With so many options, Little Fatty was experiencing a happy dilemma.

He raised his paw and scooped up the bubble he had accidentally exhaled. The bubble should have floated gently upwards, but it was swayed off course by the large fish's open gills.

However, he quickly ruled out the last option: while boiling fish in the sea was delicious, it wouldn't have the same effect as training the turtles.

He is no longer alone; what he needs to do is lead everyone together, not just show off by himself.

As for the first two options, after careful consideration, Xiaopang realized that there was no need to choose between them.

Tail biting and sand throwing can be done simultaneously, with the mouth and claws each taking responsibility without interfering with each other.

His brain completed the evaluation of the plan and the allocation of tasks in just a few breaths, and his thinking was so clear that even he was a little surprised.

Having finalized the plan, Little Fatty was about to get started when he caught a glimpse of his cute little paws, which looked rather harmless compared to the size of the big fish.

Those claws were fleshy, and although they had nails, they weren't very intimidating in front of large, thick-skinned fish.

But this was no challenge for him. Little Fatty closed his eyes, mobilized the spiritual power within his body, and magnified himself through increasingly skillful mimicry. In the same instant, he completely liberated his own weight by drawing inferences from one instance to another.

Mimicry can change one's appearance, but he is most skilled at shrinking. Now, he reverses the direction, and the water around him is pushed apart in a short time, creating a noticeable impact.

When he opened his eyes again, his claws were already powerful enough to leave considerable marks on the seabed.

By this time, the little fat fish was no smaller than the big fish, and its thick claws could lift a considerable amount of sand.

He looked down at his body, which had grown several sizes larger, and then turned his gaze to the cave wall, where fine silt, formed over many years, was deposited in the crevices of the rocks. It was extremely viscous and could maintain its shape in the water once kneaded.

Little Fatty carefully scooped up a large handful of mud, rolled it into a firm mud ball, and gently lifted it with his paw to confirm that it was sticky and heavy enough.

Everything was ready, and Little Fatty got to work.

The enormous mouth opened and closed with tremendous speed, accompanied by a burst of water, and the unsuspecting fish tail was swallowed whole.

At the same time, its hind claws exerted force, pushing the giant mud ball into the gap of the fish's gills and kicking up a large amount of mud and sand.

This is more than just gill blockage; it's no exaggeration to say that the moment the big fish opened its eyes, everything in front of it was black!

The big fish's body trembled violently.

Not only did my vision go black, but I also felt tightness in my chest and pain in my tail!

This can't be a dream, because it can't hurt this much in a dream!

Feeling unwell, the large fish didn't know which way to turn, and the limited oxygen quickly depleted its already limited ability to make sound judgments.

It instinctively tried to resist, and when it swung its tail, the pain intensified! It felt as if its tail was about to split open.

It subconsciously mobilized its internal spiritual power, attempting to use its skills to dispel surrounding interference or break free from its restraints, but the tightness in its chest and the darkness in its vision significantly affected its strength and accuracy.

The water ripples that could have shaken Little Fatty away only exerted half their power because his gills were blocked.

Fortunately, the black fog in front of it was slowly dissipating as it struggled and the mud on its gills loosened.

It immediately turned around to see which mortal enemy had come to its doorstep and was so utterly uncivilized.

Little Fatty had no time to care about any of that.

All he knew was that the fish was incredibly strong and powerful, so much so that he almost couldn't hold it back. In the end, he only managed to keep it steady thanks to his sheer size.

He felt waves of soreness in his jaw, the price of his jaw muscles working hard. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer and had to finish quickly and drag it out to the upper part of the body!

Little Fatty clenched his teeth and refused to let go. The wound where his teeth were wedged had been torn even looser, but he didn't adjust his direction. He just plunged straight upstream.

Forced to swim backwards, the large fish had limited visibility and no time to react, its dazed head bumping and knocking along the way.

Its back slammed against the rocks of the path, its head grazed the protruding reefs, and each collision fueled its fury.

Without taking a breath, Little Fatty paddled through the water, carrying the large fish that was still struggling to save itself, and quickly rose against the current.

Above, a group of armored turtles, who had just finished their appetizers and were now having a hearty meal, were gathered together discussing their next move.

"Green Hair, are you going to lure the shrimp next? San'er has already done the deed," asked a turtle with a grayish carapace.

The turtle, whose nickname came from its shell, had soft green algae growing on its shell and looked quite reluctant.

He glanced down at his own claws, then at the distant water, his voice clearly showing his resistance: "Shrimp's claws are so sharp they hurt. I'd rather choose a fish."

His tail tip twitched uneasily, clearly recalling some unpleasant experience.

"But the fish is too ordinary; it won't be presentable when we get back," the turtle sighed, but seeing the green-haired guy's troubled expression, it changed its suggestion and said, "Then we should pick a big fish!"

"No problem." Green Hair nodded with a sigh of relief.

He was about to set off when he was stopped by another black tortoise beside him.

The black tortoise tilted its head, as if listening to something. "Did you hear anything?"

Upon hearing this, all the turtles stopped talking, and the surroundings were quiet for a moment. Then, even the turtles with keen senses began to notice.

A heavy, rhythmic thud came from the depths of the water, as if something enormous was moving upwards from the seabed.

All the turtles turned their gaze to the dark spot where bubbles were rising densely.

The seawater there was churning violently, with countless tiny bubbles rising from the depths.

The next second, a turtle that looked somewhat familiar but was much larger suddenly darted out from the undercurrent.

It had an even larger body in its mouth, with an extremely thick tail and a silvery-gray body, which was violently thrashing and struggling, stirring up a large area of ​​the surrounding sea.

The turtles remained silent, stunned by this sudden turn of events.

After a long pause, a voice finally spoke: "The fish in his mouth is so big and so energetic, but why does it look so much like a sleeper shark?"

But the Sleepy Shark is known for its laziness and long sleep; it is generally impossible to wake up.

The fish in front of us was not only fully conscious, but its struggles were far beyond what a "sleepy shark" should be like.

Doubting their own eyesight, the turtles couldn't resist their curiosity and instinctively wanted to get closer to see clearly.

Upon seeing the turtles arrive, Little Fatty relaxed, relieved, and said, "Now it's up to you guys!"

After saying that, he quickly retreated a short distance.

The big fish, whose tail had finally been loosened by the villain, suddenly turned its head.

Its gills were still throbbing violently. Most of the mud had been washed away by the water flow as it rose, but the lingering irritation made its breathing still heavy and rapid.

His eyes were already swollen and bloodshot, as if flames were burning inside his skull.

It swept its gaze across the scene before it, where a group of turtles of all sizes were gathered around it. All its confusion, fear, and pain coalesced into a pure rage at that moment.

In the struggle between life and death, a terrifying killing intent spread.

The turtles: ?

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P.S.: I haven't had the energy to write lately, and I've been updating too late... because I like typing, but when I speak in long sentences, cough cough cough, I get a little short of breath...꒦ິ^꒦ິ