"Picked it up? That's bullshit. Try picking one up for me!"
A hand turned into a fist and punched the giant shark's skull.
Instantly, the words in the giant shark's mouth were forced back, leaving it dazed on the spot.
Then another hand turned into a hand blade, directly ignoring the giant shark's slippery yet incredibly tough skin and stabbed into the back of the skull.
In a flash, the remaining four fists turned into a storm of blows, relentlessly pounding down.
Simple and brutal, but effective.
In the distance, the Flying Boat from Dali slowed down, stopped far away, then continued to move back, leaving the battlefield clear.
On the boat's bow, the eastern defense troops listened to the muffled thuds in the distance, their eyelids twitching.
"We should retreat a bit, further back, that bastard is toast, let's not get caught up in it."
The Dali people quietly retreated, watching the battle from afar.
