The icy river water washed over Chen Chong's face, jolting him awake.
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He sprang to his feet, standing in water already past his ankles, and warily looked around.
The cabin had lost power and was pitch-black. Tables and chairs lay scattered and overturned, leaving the place in utter disarray.
The hull was constantly rocking as waves of river water surged in through the cabin door, steadily raising the water level.
The ship was sinking.
Why was it sinking?
Right, that enormous golden hand—
Chen Chong instantly recalled the horrifying scene before he had been knocked unconscious by that unparalleled impact.
But then he found it strange. How could the ship still be intact after such a blow?
And why was he lying in the cabin again?
Chen Chong's head felt muddled for a moment.
But he had no time to think. The water had already risen to his calves.
Just as he was about to leave the cabin first, something moved outside.
Chen Chong halted.
At that very moment, a faint shadow suddenly appeared beside the cabin door and lunged at him.
If Chen Chong had not stopped in time, he would have been struck head-on.
The shadow seemingly had not expected his ambush to miss, but he reacted quickly, immediately changing direction and flashing toward Chen Chong in the cabin.
In the pitch-black cabin, the newcomer was as fast as a fleeting shadow, reaching Chen Chong in an instant.
That speed made Chen Chong's expression turn stern.
He shifted his footing, pivoted his left foot back, and twisted aside to evade the punch.
Seeing his attack miss, the shadow reacted swiftly. He raised his left elbow and smashed it viciously toward Chen Chong's side.
Chen Chong had anticipated that counterattack. His already-raised left hand steadily blocked the