From the moment Ji Jue boarded the Prosperity and set out for the North Sea, the entire West Sea fell utterly silent on the intelligence front for a full hour. It was as if the whole group had been muted, to the point that even the headlines, which had been flooding the feeds like a geyser, came to a halt.
Shock, doubt, verification, bewilderment...
Who knows how many people's phones had been called until they smoked. Everyone who had personally witnessed Ji Jue board the ship was surrounded by more than ten times as many spies, who probed and reconfirmed every word and every detail, from his gait to his speech.
It was utterly incomprehensible why anyone could be crazy enough to do something like this... Yet even at the very end, they still could not find a single scrap of evidence to refute it.
He had really set off just like that, without any hesitation or consideration. It was as though he had suddenly slapped his forehead and decided today was a fine day to solo everyone, so why not do it now?
No, bro, are you an Artisan or The Horde?
You're going this big?!
This sudden move had disrupted everyone's arrangements and exceeded every expectation, leaving them completely dumbfounded. It looked bold, and in truth, it really was bold.
It looked like fishing, but it really was fishing.
No words or declarations were needed. He was openly making it clear that he looked down on every last one of you insects and did not give a damn about any of his opponents. I'm right here, setting out by ship, alone.
I'm giving you trash a chance. If you've got the guts, come chop me up... What, don't tell me you're afraid you can't beat a single Artisan?