Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1144 - 1142: The Embodiment of Value

Chapter 1144: Chapter 1142: The Embodiment of Value

"You knew it was just pretending to be incapacitated?"

To prevent the team member on the ground from literally tearing himself into pieces, Lann carefully watched the Fishmen while finally finding an opportunity to have his limbs secured.

This guy was clearly beyond saving, but at least they needed to prevent morale from being further destroyed.

However, the next moment, what Fu Qian asked the Fishmen shocked him once again, making him unable to refrain from asking.

"Of course, I’ve always been precise with my strength control."

Fu Qian replied as if it were obvious.

"The splash was big earlier, but this one only suffered a bit of concussion, with such thick skin and flesh, it’s a bit exaggerated to lose the ability to resist."

"But you still threw her onto the ground, my people could have survived..."

Lann’s words already carried anger.

"If he had paid a bit more attention to the Fishmen, he probably wouldn’t have died."

Fu Qian glanced at him without any guilt.

...

Lann was momentarily speechless.

The Fishmen’s sneak attack earlier was too sudden and tricky; even if one was paying close attention, whether one could evade it was uncertain.

But what the other party emphasized was another matter — the team member, fully armed, was actually targeting him all along, leading to him being unresponsive and getting hit.

And it was true.

As one of the longest collaborating members still struggling, indeed he had been instructed to watch this guy from behind...

"As for throwing a dangerous person onto the boat, I can only say that although those capable do more labor, as adults, you all should know to handle your own affairs."

As Lann didn’t know how to respond, Fu Qian no longer paid attention to him and continued to focus on the wary Fishmen.

It seemed that he understood what he meant, unfortunately, he didn’t seem very cooperative.

"Why have you come so quickly?"

Nevertheless, Fu Qian was not discouraged and continued to ask.

...

"How long have you been trapped here?"

...

Clearly, he understood.

Seeing that the other side didn’t speak, yet had a mocking expression, Fu Qian concluded.

"How can we get out of here?"

At this point, Lann couldn’t hold back any longer and hurriedly asked.

Unfortunately, the Fishman just glanced at him, the mocking smile more intense.

Given the overly stunning face, Lann, in his silence, surprisingly didn’t appear very angry.

Is it really a world where looks matter?

Fu Qian sighed in his heart, when they were killing Fishmen, you never saw any of them be merciful.

Surrounded by formidable enemies, the Fishwoman had completely come to her senses, looking fearless.

The next moment, accompanied by a sharp cry, she even made a highly provoking gesture towards Fu Qian.

Combined with that face, she had quite the charm of a mad beauty.

And this cry also successfully stirred the emotions of her kind in the sea.

The previously slightly intimidated Fishmen, making noises, began to get restless again.

Indeed, having the demeanor of a great leader, even surrounded and with her sneak attack exposed, she showed no embarrassment.

Admiringly, Fu Qian reached out and grabbed a hard skull.

Not to mention, these hair-like tentacles actually had a unique feel.

Amidst the crisp sound, the craziness of the Fishwoman remained on the lower half of her face.

...

There really has been a mutation.

Fu Qian sniffed the Bone Fragments beside his nose but his eyes were looking at the shattered brain inside the skull cavity.

The layers of folds, which were now undulating like snakes.

Not only does it appear deformed on the surface, but the state of this thing is also very abnormal.

Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

This to some extent once again confirmed Li Min’s statement; the mutations within the Shattered Crown seem to be widespread.

Unfortunately, what he was looking for was not just a mutation, but an abnormal mutation.

"Did you kill him?"

Seeing the mermaid who had just exhibited madness, his delicate features crushed and lifeless.

Anger in Lann’s heart seemed to be quenched by this grasp, followed by an uncontrollable fear.

He did not think this person would care about such a simple provocation; one moment patiently asking questions, the next moment casually dismantling.

This guy is much crazier than these fishmen.

"I can’t understand your actions. There were plenty of ways to make her talk; why go to such lengths to capture her?"

"Intimidation, didn’t I already say that before I went down?"

Unfortunately, facing Lann’s confusion, Fu Qian appeared even more puzzled.

...

For a moment, not only was Lann silent, but Rachel also hesitated to speak.

Like Lann, she clearly remembered that this guy had indeed made that statement before jumping down.

However, the captivity and subsequent questioning led people to overlook this point and naturally treat it as capturing an interrogation subject.

"A person’s value is multifaceted, not necessarily reflected in providing information."

"Considering the visual impact, I think handling it here would have a better effect."

Fu Qian cleaned the traces off his hands and continued to explain.

The visual impact, that was indeed... Your actions just now were much more brutal than simply breaking a neck in the sea.

Rachel shifted her gaze from the still-twitching corpse to the fishmen approaching from behind.

The imposing presence spurred by the recently deceased was also severed with that one claw; most of them were frozen there, seemingly in disbelief of what they had seen.

From the moment he entered the sea to the execution now, every move he made could be called maximizing the impact.

But have you considered, if the intimidation doesn’t work, it might backfire?

Rachel didn’t even have the chance to voice this concern when the next moment, a long mournful wail rose and swiftly merged into a chorus.

Even without a Talent in music, she could still hear the anger in it.

In her vision, all the fishmen charged with an even more crazed demeanor.

"Throw this thing down."

Struggling to divert his gaze from the corpse of the fishman, Lann once again commanded everyone to push the boat to its maximum speed, fleeing for their lives.

"Mr. Fang, do you have any other suggestions?"

"None, I need to rest a bit after just finishing a task."

Fu Qian naturally withdrew after accomplishing his purpose, completely indifferent to the backlash from his intimidation.

That’s, of course, only how it seemed to Lann and the rest.

For Fu Qian, his tactic of action had never changed—apply extreme pressure and gather exceptions caused by his own actions.

As a newly involved special subject, how could the greeting with the Shattered Crown be anything but heated?

...

In fact, the response from Shattered Crown was faster than expected.

Even before they could get out of the storm, a melodious yet distinctly different song came from the depths of somewhere, filling the entire sea.