"Run wild—Kaiyōmaru!"
Just then, a sinister voice suddenly came from beneath the two of them.
Trickle...
Along with the sound came the noise of flowing water. It grew from a trickle to a roar, eventually becoming a thunderous rumble, as if a cannonball had exploded beneath their feet.
"Look out!"
Duan Mu's expression turned grim. The instant his warning fell, waves as massive as thunder surged into the sky and swept toward Duan Mu and Omaeda.
The scene looked like a tsunami bearing down on them.
Faced with that terrifying might, both of them immediately used Shunpo and left the spot.
Almost the moment they split up, Omaeda's expression darkened. He changed from carrying the spiked ball by its chain in one hand to gripping the spikes with both hands, shielding the weapon in front of his chest.
Clang—!
Omaeda raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared before him. His fat face showed no panic. Instead, he let out a feral laugh. "You didn't choose to run?"
Fengyuan Qianhui said nothing. The spiritual pressure of a High-ranking Officer surged around him and poured crazily into the blade in his hand. Although it had not reached Lieutenant Captain level, it was already infinitely close.
That moment just now had indeed been a perfect opportunity to flee.
But...
Fengyuan Qianhui knew very well just how powerful the Onmitsukidō, famed for its mobility, was when it came to Shunpo. His opponent was Omaeda, second only to the captain within the Onmitsukidō. Given his own Shunpo speed and that of 9th Seat Liu Chuan Yuan, running would only be a pointless waste of spiritual pressure!
Someone who had always prided himself on being clever would never make such a foolish choice.
Compared with fleeing, he clearly had a