Although she had missed out on her own God-Bestowed Talent, Yu Xunge couldn't say she had gained nothing. Xiexie's ship was shorter than their yacht.
As the ships brushed past each other, she saw the Ship Pet placed inside that small vessel—a black ball marked with a white 8.
The ships that had collided with theirs were scattered by the impact. With no ships that had activated combat permissions within ten meters, Yu Xunge returned to the cockpit.
Motorcycle was rummaging through repair tools, trying to raise the durability that had dropped to 72% from the earlier collisions and damage.
Fog Blade was moving the fish she had caught before the strike toward the No. 7 ball, seeing whether it would suddenly "come alive" and eat the fish.
Yu Xunge sat down beside Maple Syrup and Fat Goose and shared her discovery. "If the strikers are divided into teams, do you think we're on the same team as the White Cloud Club, or the Dark Cloud Club?"
If the striker holding the White Cloud Club was on the same team as them, why had that striker toyed with them like this?
Even with timely protection, they had lost 5% durability. Every ship that had failed to defend itself in time had been warped out of shape. Who knew how much durability they had lost...
But what did the strikers gain from destroying ships while striking?
Without a "cue ball," how could the strikers score?
Or did they only need to keep one "cue ball" alive?
Just as everyone fell silent, Fog Blade suddenly said, "Come here, quick."
Yu Xunge flashed to Fog Blade's side and looked in the direction she pointed. The No. 7 ball had turned into a transparent water sphere, and the white-and-blue striped fish Fog Blade had