Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1143 - 1141: Prisoner

Chapter 1143: Chapter 1141: Prisoner

Really?

So that’s why Li Min had that unusual reaction just now?

In the nearly frozen atmosphere, Rachel faced the sudden change, her mind stirring the next moment.

From the start until now, to avoid being discovered, Li Min had been fully committed to concealing herself, even when the Fishmen appeared she showed no reaction.

Yet, when Lann shouted in fury just now, a sudden chill frosted over her arm.

At the time she thought it was because the ship almost capsized, but now it seems possible that she realized Lann had some unusual intentions?

The last time they communicated, Li Min had clearly mentioned, not to entertain any thoughts of cooperating with others against this Mr. Fang.

Not to mention his terrifying combat power, there was currently no way to clear any suspicions; if he dies for any reason, she was sure to be the next one dealt with.

"Lann, is that so?"

As thoughts raced through her mind, realizing that Li Min hadn’t made any more moves, Rachel decided to show her stance, furrowing her brow and speaking up with an inquiry.

"Mr. Fang might have misunderstood."

Her words finally snapped Lann back to reality. He glanced at his teammates, who were looking displeased, and briskly denied anything.

"I was just worried that the Fishmen might take the opportunity to rush us, so I called them here to be on guard."

"Oh!"

Fu Qian, the person involved, nodded, his tone even carrying a hint of disappointment.

"So Captain Lann doesn’t think I have the ability to go underwater and make a kill? That’s regrettable."

No, what kind of logic does this guy even have?

Lann was momentarily stunned.

So not using you means looking down on you, right?

Though helping underwater was indeed what he had alluded to.

...

Facing a person unwilling to prove their worth, there are ways to make them do so.

Lann had this idea on a whim just now.

Although he had reservations about how long they could keep full speed, the fact that the other party was completely indifferent frustrated him into another idea—to coerce the person into going down.

The Fishmen wouldn’t care if you didn’t want to fight; leaving the ship would surely draw their attention, effectively aiding in covering their retreat.

Yet, despite what he thought was considerable stealth, it was still noticed by others.

"How could that be? I just think it’s too risky."

Lann, his thoughts a jumble, even allowed his control of the vessel to be compromised as they were almost hit by another surge.

Even so, after quickly denying it, he still explained.

"It’s not risky."

Sadly, the response from the other side was unexpectedly brazen; he didn’t act modest, instead leaping high up from the deck directly.

What on earth is he trying to do?

Going down is one thing, but leaping so high as if afraid the Fishmen won’t notice?

It can’t really be that he wants to help draw their fire, can it? It’s unbelievable that he would possess the virtue of self-sacrifice.

Amidst the shock and stares of everyone on board, the figure in mid-air had already plunged into the water like a cannonball.

Boom!

An unimaginable, gigantic wave erupted.

The impact was even more terrifying than the previous surges, nearly flipping the entire boat.

Damn!

This guy isn’t planning on covering our retreat—he’s going for a mutual destruction, isn’t he?

As souls trembled and minds raced with this thought, not just one person considered it, Lann roared, instructing everyone to help stabilize the ship.

Amidst the ear-grating creaking sounds, the ship, nearly rolling in the giant waves, stubbornly righted itself again.

Even then, visible distortions could be seen on the ship’s body.

"Go!"

With another roar, the irritable Lann has impulsively decided to leave that cargo here to go mad, not even forgetting to give Rachel a glance.

She had been of no help during the recent crisis management, but after a baptism of seawater, she looked disheveled now.

That bastard!

Lann’s gaze was no longer well-concealed; Rachel could clearly sense the murderous intent in it and couldn’t help but roar in her heart, quickly pondering an escape route.

Even right now, the boiling frost on her right arm was ready to burst forth.

"This isn’t good, is it?"

However, at the next moment, a voice rang out from beside them.

"I was bravely fighting enemies below deck, and you all just ran?"

Eh?

The ship, which had been accelerating, suddenly shook, and everyone turned to look at the figure who once again landed on the deck, along with the half-human half-fish creature he was holding by the neck.

"It’s a trivial matter," said Fu Qian, lifting the Fishman in his hand.

"We can leave now."

...

What kind of monster is this guy?

Unfortunately, after consecutive impacts, even someone as strong as Captain Lann had thoughts that were not very coherent.

Even with Fu Qian’s reminder, he still forgot to steer the ship for a moment.

Luckily, the Fishmen who had been pursuing them frenziedly had also entered a kind of intermission.

More than one shadow stood on the water surface, observing the still unsettled waves.

It was evident that the recent event had significantly impacted them as well.

Of course, the most impacted was still the one in Fu Qian’s hand.

The shockwave just now seemed to have left her a bit dazed.

...

And she was different from the one Gerard had.

Unaffected by the many shocks, Fu Qian casually tossed the Fishman to the ground and looked her over closely.

Although her eyes were half-closed, it was still clear that the Fishman before him seemed even more exquisite and flamboyant than the one Gerard had.

A group all looking like this, yet different from the Demigod Fishmen, truly mysterious!

Fu Qian pondered for a moment.

Additionally, it was evident that although the upper body was in the standard form of a human female, even with some distinguishing features, the anatomical structure was inherently different.

Take the seemingly white and delicate skin, for example; upon closer inspection, one could notice a roughness akin to sharkskin, far more resilient than human flesh.

The same was true for other parts of the body.

One piece of evidence was that she had not sustained many injuries, even under the impact just now.

Hiss—

Fu Qian turned his head slightly, dodging a small arrow that seemed to be condensed from mist.

Amidst the screams, the arrow hit a teammate who had been standing too close.

Dropping his weapon, he scratched his head frantically, clearly in considerable pain from the friendly fire.

However, the gray arrow had silently penetrated in, leaving no trace.

Retreating instinctively, the group exchanged glances, hesitating on whether to step forward and help when they heard a sound like the tearing of parchment.

The face, already bloody from the scratches, was torn open by the individual himself, revealing the brain and oral cavity inside.

What had been a tough Skull had suddenly become as soft as silk, even exposing squirming things inside.

"I’m glad you’re so spirited."

Withdrawing his gaze, Fu Qian looked at the Fishman, who was attentively staring him down, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Considering you are adept at pretending to be dead for an ambush, can we have a chat about a few questions?"