829: Human Grade High Rank, Break!

I saw that, starting from the spot where it was, a hundred meters up the river, the human Martial Artist who had just shoved its head into the water was smiling at it, curling a finger in a taunting beckon.

"You! Come here!"

"Brrr!"

The Muscle Fishman immediately lost its mind.

But someone was faster than it!

Before the Muscle Fishman could charge out of the water, the surging river around it burst open with a series of splashes, and more than a dozen fellow Muscle Fishmen leaped out.

None of your business! That human is my prey!

Anger flared in the Muscle Fishman's heart.

But before that anger could last, it turned into overwhelming terror the very next moment!

The companions that had just leaped out of the water didn't even last a second. The instant they broke the surface, a flash of ice suddenly appeared in midair, slicing them all in half almost simultaneously. They became two chunks of ice and fell back into the river.

What was that attack?! What was that thing? Had he even made a move? Had he?!

The Muscle Fishman, which had been charging forward just moments ago, was so terrified that its guts nearly burst. It spun around on the spot and frantically swam into the depths of the Cold River.

That guy! That guy wasn't a human Martial Artist!

Cloud Grade—he was definitely a Cloud Grade Martial Artist!!

At the Cloud Grade, they were beyond the reach of a group of Disaster-level Anomaly Muscle Fishmen like them! Even if their whole clan attacked together, they'd only be throwing themselves away!

"Did they run?"

Fang Yue, standing on the reef, slowly let the Internal Force-formed ice sword dissipate.

He had condensed Internal Force in his right hand, manifesting it into an ice