"Who are you, exactly? How come I've never heard your name on the seas?" Davy Jones asked curiously, bringing his treasured sword up to meet Hao Shuai's.
"Clang!"
Sparks flew where the blades clashed. Davy Jones felt a tremendous force and staggered back several steps.
Once he'd regained his footing, Octopus Brother was both shocked and furious. Ever since he'd become undead seafood, this was the first time he'd lost a contest of strength—and to a human, no less.
Hao Shuai had no idea what Octopus Brother was thinking. If he had, he would certainly have explained in that smug, overbearing way of his, That was nothing. I only used sixty percent of my strength, and I haven't even used my true energy or magic power yet!
Unfortunately, Hao Shuai had no interest in reading the thoughts of a piece of seafood. After knocking Octopus Brother back, he pressed his advantage and charged after him, swinging his sword at his left arm. "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that I know where your old flame, Calypso, is."
Hearing Calypso's name so suddenly made Octopus Brother forget to defend himself. Hao Shuai took the opportunity to slice off the crab claw on his left arm.
There was no blood. Only a pale green, viscous liquid dripped from the stump. Curious, Hao Shuai picked up the crab claw and gave it a sniff. A foul stench shot straight to his brain.
Ugh~~
Hao Shuai flung the crab claw into the sea in disgust. He'd been curious about what kind of seafood Davy Jones and his crew were.
Were they like the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the Eastern Dragon Palace, a kind of demon? If so, Hao Shuai wouldn't mind keeping them around. That way, he'd have an endless