No wonder it looked different from the version I'd heard about before.
Listening to Gerard's explanation, Fu Qian fell thoughtful for a moment.
Mermaids and mermen—by the sound of it, there ought to be some fascinating difference between them.
Unfortunately, Gerard clearly had no intention of explaining further.
"Sorry, everyone. Thorough preparation always comes first when hunting."
The next moment, he surveyed the room, looking rather pleased with himself.
But neither Elina nor the Ji Clan party could offer any obvious rebuttal.
At that moment, the battle outside had clearly reached its fiercest stage.
As the Ancient Dragon struggled with all its might, more and more tentacles dragged its body down to the ground. It looked as though there was no chance of escape now.
Judging by Gerard's leisurely demeanor, however, he didn't seem eager to face its wrath. He chose to let the two sides struggle a while longer.
"Mr. Lu, are you feeling all right? Though I was forced to use the Sinking Anchor on you, I should still thank you for your help just now. Otherwise, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."
After successfully leaving his competitors speechless, he turned his gaze once more to the iron anchor pinning Fu Qian down.
"Of course. A cowardly sneak attacker like that could never so much as touch the hem of my robe."
Fu Qian's composure was naturally beyond anything Elina and the others could match. Faced with such insincere concern, he let out a cold snort.
...Could you at least look at yourself before you say that? Your clothes might be untouched, but—
Elina, who had been considering leaving, found Fu Qian's reply hard to put into words.
It turned out her earlier impression had been right: that torrential surge had been more than just a visual effect.