Wishing I Could Throw a Punch

"Dead? That Fishman Grandmaster is dead?!"

"No way, who on earth did it?"

"Could it be that a Grandmaster Level expert was hiding among us, and they finally couldn't stand by and decided to act?"

"Thank goodness! With a Grandmaster here, we won't die, we won't die!"

Seeing the Fishman Grandmaster's death, many people immediately erupted into cheers, ecstatic with joy.

The strength of that Fishman Grandmaster was terrifying; it alone had slaughtered countless experts among them. If not for this creature, they wouldn't have suffered so many casualties.

Now that the enemy had been slain, the pressure weighing upon them lifted significantly.

What?!

Jiang Yaru, who had been preparing to use her trump card, was stunned. She watched as the Fishman Grandmaster right before her eyes exploded, blood spraying everywhere, dead.

She couldn't fathom it. After all, this was a bona fide Grandmaster—a formidable existence anywhere, the strongest beneath a King.

In the military, such a person would be a general, commanding tens or hundreds of thousands of troops.

On this entire cruise ship, not a single Grandmaster was a match for this fishman; otherwise, someone would have stepped forward to stop its rampage and slaughter of the innocent.

Yet, it had been killed. Who could have done it? Jiang Yaru scanned her surroundings, searching for the expert who had slain the beast.

"Huh? This!"

Jiang Yaru's pupils contracted. She suddenly spotted a figure appearing on the distant sea, walking across the water as if it were flat land.

The figure appeared to move slowly, yet in the blink of an eye, it covered hundreds of meters. Within a few breaths, this mysterious person had arrived before them.

"Xia Ping!"

Upon recognizing the figure, Jiang Yaru couldn't help but gasp. The person who had suddenly appeared was none other