Even so, the two fat men still swallowed a great deal of water. Only when Jazz finally swam to a place he deemed safe did he surface beside a cliff. By chance, a fishing boat came by and rescued them.
After covering such a long distance in the sea, the two fat men had barely had any chances to breathe, so they had swallowed a lot of seawater. They now lay flat on the fishing boat, weakly "draining water naturally" through their mouths.
They truly could not understand why Jazz, a human—and a teenage human at that—was so incredible in the water. He had actually managed to dive-swim that far while carrying their two fat bodies, without any difficulty at all.
Jazz was currently standing at the bow with his hands behind his back, imitating Ronglin as he calmed the exhaustion surging through his body. Tonight was the first time he had pushed his nerves to the limit and risked his life to do something like this. Fighting, thinking, and fleeing for his life had all taken an enormous toll. No matter how diligently he usually trained or how quickly he had grown, all of this had exceeded Jazz's limits.
Yet now, he thoroughly enjoyed the joy of success that came after utter exhaustion. The sense of achievement from carving a bloody path through countless enemies, ruining their plans, and retreating unscathed filled Jazz with immense satisfaction.
Even though he was so exhausted he could barely remain standing, he still copied Boss Ronglin's manner, clasping his hands behind his back as he gazed at the starry sky in the distance, closing his eyes to rest.
To the two fat men, who were desperately foaming at the mouth, that composure seemed incomparably detached and lofty. Compared to him, they were worlds