"Forget it, let's call it a chopping board."
After pondering for a while, Fang Mo ultimately tossed out a casual fabrication.
"A chopping board?"
However, Komatsu looked rather confused after hearing that. "Why would something like a chopping board be a combat skill? I can't imagine how you'd use that thing in a fight..."
"Because chopping boards are strong."
Fang Mo spread his hands as if it were only natural. "You're a chef, aren't you? Don't you understand that fish and meat on a chopping board are at the mercy of whoever holds the knife?"
"But..."
"Banshō Ten'in!"
Before Komatsu could say anything else, Fang Mo raised a hand toward the distance.
A gigantic tree that would have taken several people to encircle was violently ripped up by its roots, whistling through the air before crashing heavily beside Fang Mo's feet with a thunderous boom. Even the ground shook violently.
"Wh... what the hell?!"
"See? That's the ability of a chopping board."
Seeing how stunned he was, Fang Mo briefly explained the principle. "A chopping board is used to process ingredients, so I can handle anything on it however I please. Understand?"
"I see, I get it now!"
Toriko suddenly slapped a fist into his palm. "So it's a domain-type ability! That's incredible. No wonder you could sense the Gala Crocodile's presence... It must have already been on your chopping board, right?"
"More or less."
Fang Mo nodded. Sometimes, he really liked dealing with these hot-blooded idiots.
He only needed to spout a few random lies, then let the other side fill in the blanks. By the end, the story would sound even more convincing than the truth...
"Good!"
Toriko was brimming with fighting spirit. He loosened up slightly and said, "Now that we've confirmed the Gala Crocodile's exact location,