Bang! Bang! Bang!
Clang! The clash of gold and iron rang without end.
Gang Wind swept wildly. The Treasure Ship's deck gleamed like a mirror as two squat figures darted and crossed, wheeling and shifting, leaving behind five-toed marks.
In another fierce collision, Scarface adjusted first. He raced along the ship's rail like an eagle swooping upon prey, leaping from the side to Ta Ta Kai's back as the knobby great bone club in his hand smashed toward the back of his head.
At the very brink of death.
Ta Ta Kai did not turn around. His tin staff spun around his shoulder; he gripped its shaft in reverse, and with a sharp metallic ring, successfully blocked the blow with the Sword-Bearing Stance.
Scarface's tiger jaws split and bled from the impact. He staggered back three steps, while Ta Ta Kai pressed his advantage.
A yellow robe was torn off and came flying on the wind.
Beyond the two beasts.
Nearly twenty little River Otters stood upright, poking their heads out to watch.
"Fight, fight, fight! Kill, kill, kill! Let blood flow into a river!" the bat cried, flapping its wings.
"The ship boss is going to lose."
Xu Zishuai stared without blinking. He saw it clearly: Ta Ta Kai had stopped his own head from blooming open, but he could not withstand the Demon Subduing Pestle striking the center of the tin staff's shaft. The shaft had been knocked crooked! A blade had blade sinews—this was the most basic requirement for a weapon worthy of being called a blade. The same went for other weapons.
If the sinews were crooked and the center of gravity shifted, how could one fully channel the body's strength through the weapon?
Sure enough.
Ta Ta Kai had pressed his advantage, only to return