Thank you?
Upon hearing these two words, the Ah Long Pirates all paused.
Soon after, they exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
"Hey! This kid really thinks we're praising him!"
"No wonder he's so naive; he chops down a few trees and thinks he can block the road!"
The salmon Fishman named Shioyaki stepped forward, impatiently reaching out to grab Shano's arm, "Alright, kid, clear the way for us, we don't have time to play house with you here..."
Huh?
Shioyaki looked down in confusion at his hand; what's happening, he can't budge him?
He's the banquet manager of the Ah Long Pirates, at least a cadre! Just a mere human, with his wrist strength, how could this be possible!
"Get up—!"
Shioyaki refused to admit defeat, squeezing out a low growl from his throat, increasing his strength step by step.
Finally using both hands, he turned around, using his shoulder to lift with force, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead, yet the opponent remained unmoving, as if rooted to the ground.
"What in the world, Shioyaki?"
"You call this strength, and dare call yourself a cadre."
"Are you performing a solo show?"
Surrounding Fishmen laughed, and in fact, as the banquet manager, Shioyaki's position wasn't very prestigious, only slightly higher than the ordinary Fishmen on the ship.
"Shut up, all of you!"
Croobi suddenly scolded, immediately silencing the surroundings, "You fools, can't you tell, it's not Shioyaki's problem, it's this human kid who's not simple!"
Within the Ah Long Pirates, his prestige was second only to Ah Long, his status equivalent to Deputy Captain.
After his statement, the other Fishmen began to scrutinize Shano, their expressions starting to change with uncertainty.
"Step back, Shioyaki, you really can't handle this kid."
Croobi twisted his neck, clashing his fists, indifferently said, "Seems my luck isn't too bad, in such a small village, I can still encounter someone qualified to be my opponent, come on, let me see, kid, just what are you made of!"
"Really? Pity, from where I stand, you don't have the qualifications yet."
Shano looked at him, suddenly smiled, "Why not let that purple-skinned little shark behind you come forward."
Purple-skinned little shark?
The Fishmen hesitated, instinctively turning to look back.
Noticing Ah Long's face suddenly becoming somber, they awakened, this guy has the audacity to refer to their own leader.
"Sha-ha-ha-ha—" Ah Long sneered, "Hey, Croobi, you heard what this kid just said, right."
"Disrespect to Lord Ah Long is not allowed!"
Croobi exploded in anger, stepping forward several times, "Moreover! Brat, I gave you face, and you dare underestimate me? Stop being arrogant! This great one is a forty-degree master of Fishman Karate!"
"Karate?"
Shano tilted his head in confusion, seemingly hearing the term for the first time, "What kind of hand?"
Croobi's gaze turned fierce, just about to act, when suddenly his peripheral vision caught sight of two bloody severed hands on the ground.
A sharp, piercing pain suddenly swept over.
He realized something, tremblingly lifted his arms, to terrifyingly discover only the parts above the elbows remained...
When... how?
The surrounding Fishmen instantly fell into dead silence.
Many Fishmen widened their eyes, they had been watching intently but didn't see when this black-haired human made his move.
Standing at the back, Ah Long's pupils suddenly tightened, his face turning even more cold.
He saw clearly, in just a moment, that kid had twisted off Croobi's hands.
And without using any weapon, just tearing them off barehanded!
This is merely the East Sea, how could there be such a troublesome guy?
And at this very moment.
Under Croobi's panicked gaze, Shano finally stood up slowly, slightly stretched his neck, calmly walking step by step towards the Fishmen.
Each step forward, Croobi trembled, retreating a step.
With a slightly larger stride, Croobi backed away even faster, almost stumbling.
The Fishman cadre who always called himself a martial arts master was so scared by the previous scene that he lost his courage, unable to face Shano directly.
"Why are you running?"
Shano asked softly, "I'm asking you, why are you running?"
"You, you, you you you..."
Croobi shrieked, rolling and crawling backward, leaving a trail of blood, "Don't come closer, stop, stop! Don't come over!!!"
"Fishman Karate, Level Forty?"
Shano indeed stopped in his tracks, shook his head slightly, "That's too much, when I eat fish, I never need more than two portions!"
Swish!
As soon as the words fell, Shano's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood and in the next instant appeared in front of Croobi, easily lifting him over his head.
Then he looked up at the robust Fishman struggling desperately above, grinned ferociously, gripping the opponent's waist and neck with both hands, pulling hard in different directions!
"Croobi!"
Ah Long's face changed drastically, and he moved to rescue him.
However, it was still a step too late.
Rip---!
"No!!!"
Ah Long's roar echoed simultaneously with the sound of flesh splattering.
Croobi's body split into two halves in mid-air, dark blue intestines mixed with a torrent of blood spilled onto the countryside dirt road.
Some internal organs flew out, landing on the faces of several Fishmen, who froze, staring at the chunks of flesh hanging on their noses, inhaling the familiar yet foreign scent of blood—
"Ugh—" All at once, they bent over and vomited violently.
Shano, looking as if nothing had happened, casually tossed the body halves aside like throwing away garbage.
He then looked up, gazing calmly at Ah Long in the distance.
"...Despicable humans, disgusting humans, obviously the lowest, most worthless species."
Ah Long stared at him fiercely, eyes bloodshot, gnashing his teeth, almost squeezing the words out one by one, "How dare you... how dare you murder my comrades right in front of me!"
Clang! Ah Long drew his giant saw-blade from his waist, swung it furiously, roaring in anger, "Everyone attack, let's slaughter him together with me!"
"Yes, Boss Ah Long!"
Kissing Fishman Qiu nodded, leading the surrounding Fishmen in a charge, while Ah Long, with a grim face, held tightly to the hilt and followed closely.
"Hachi will avenge Croobi!"
The Six-Blade Octopus Swordsman discarded his wine gourd, charging at the forefront, tears streaming down his face in grief and rage, "Croobi was a good guy, he was good to Hachi, and good to his fellow Fishmen, you beast, why did you kill him!!!"
Swish swish!
Six heavy blades came slashing from different directions, Shano didn't dodge, grabbing one in each hand.
The other four blades landed on his neck, only to produce metallic clinks without piercing the flesh, leaving only faint white marks.
Not even entered the Sword Master Realm, and you want to wound me?
Shano sneered disdainfully, suddenly exerting force with both palms, while grasping Hachi's two hands, he delivered a sharp knee strike to Hachi's abdomen.
Boom!
Hachi's body was sent soaring with a tragic cry of pain.
But Shano didn't miss the chance for pursuit, flashing with a step, he used Moonwalk to reach the sky, appearing accurately above Hachi.
"You actually ask why I killed him?"
"Before you arrogantly stepped onto my homeland, did you think about the possibility of your own death, now, you ask me this?!"
Shano clutched Hachi's neck, looking at the struggling Octopus Fishman, grinned, "Don't you find it hilarious?"
Ruthlessness mounted in his eyes, ignoring the six tentacles slapping his body, he simply continued to channel strength into the hand gripping the neck.
"Cough, cough..." The Octopus Fishman's face turned from red to purple, veins around the temples pulsating like worms, his eyeballs starting to roll back.
Just as he landed, he yanked out Hachi's head along with the spine, the spraying blood splattering Ah Long's face.
The headless corpse was not wasted; Shano swung it like a giant flail, fiercely flinging it to smash three or four Fishmen closest to him, carving out several ten-meter long trenches on the ground.
"... H-Hachi?!"
Ah Long stopped in his tracks, staring dumbfounded at the scene, filled with disbelief, his body trembling violently from the rising fury.
"You despicable..."
Ah Long's eyes were crimson as he abruptly lifted his head, but reflected in his pupils was the horrifying muscular figure rapidly closing in.
Meeting his gaze, it gave a ferocious smile, arms spread wide to the fullest extent, like slapping a mosquito in summer, fiercely smacking towards his cheeks from both sides!