The fellow beneath the sea was being downright brazen. Perhaps because they had spent the entire time passively taking hits without launching a single counterattack, their opponent had grown increasingly rampant since just now, repeatedly ramming the bottom of their ship without stopping for even a moment.
"Get the big fish spears ready, and have the fish-spear team assemble on deck!"
Although Badler had now come into his own and commanded an army independently, at twenty-eight, he clearly had yet to reach the age of mature composure.
Even a clay figure had three parts temper, let alone Badler, who had never been a particularly good-tempered man.
Faced with this behavior of someone climbing over his head after being given an inch, he was now blazing with rage.
As soon as he gave the order, he personally set off, storming toward the deck.
Of the several guesses he had made earlier, Badler could now rule out one of them.
That was, the fellow who had attacked their ship most likely was not very strong.
The reason was simple: if the other party were strong enough, the bottom of their ship should already have been rammed apart by now.
It's basically certain that the fellow in the sea is most likely not at the Vajra Realm.
By this point, Badler had already reached a conclusion.
That did not mean the matter would be easy to deal with.
After reaching the deck, Badler leaned against the railing and glanced down at the sea.
It was a bright, sunny day, and visibility across the sea was excellent. He could vaguely make out a sizable black shadow swimming back and forth beneath the surface. It was clearly the fellow currently ramming the bottom of their ship.
Although he possessed peak Hundred Refinements Realm strength, it