"Yansang's gone crazy. He said he'd come pick me up in a bit, but isn't he on the airship serving as Lord Qin's reserve of last resort?"
Brother Qu, who was still reenacting the "Journey to the West" on the sea turtle, turned back with a baffled look and said to Meow Brother beside him:
"Is he planning to fly an armed airship over to pick me up? Does he even have clearance for that? If he just grabs the controls, won't Soy Milk or Fanta beat him to death?"
"Who knows? Maybe that guy's found himself another bizarre new toy."
Meow Brother was on the battle platform atop the noisy sea turtle, polishing his Punisher's Holy Blade. He was also coating the unruly Blade of War with spirit oil, getting ready for the battle about to begin. He wasn't feeling any of the joy that came with obtaining an artifact. On the contrary, he couldn't hide his gloomy expression at all.
It was probably because his battle-lust resonance with the Punisher hadn't improved much. Even with Great Shark using the Summoning-a-God Technique to help him, Meow Brother had gained less than 17% in resonance after getting beaten up by Wam. He was still far from the passing mark of 35%.
Downcast, Meow Brother was looking forward to reaching the battlefield and chopping up a few fishmen with his artifact, hoping to please the mad blade. Nearby, Little Hands and Brother Black Silk were cheering Sanwudou on.
"We crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in Transia, Sanwudou. Pull yourself together, kid. Don't embarrass yourself today!"
As Little Hands handed a bag of burning-gold grenades to Sanwudou, who was gearing up, he said:
"We've talked it over with the other guilds. We'll make sure you