Grinding to Become the Martial Saint of the Mortal World.
Chapter 142

Playing the Fisherman

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Luo River.

On the deck of the tower ship.

Everyone had made all their preparations.

Each person held a white, membrane-like sphere as large as a washbasin.

These came from the air bladders of a large fish native to the Luo River, and the bladders stored fresh air.

Once they entered the water, these things would be their second lives.

Even though they were all accomplished martial artists, once they entered the water, they could only endure for less than half a tea's time.

Without fresh air, once they ventured deep underwater, no matter how high their martial prowess, they would still drown when their breath ran out.

Shi Xiaoyuan swept his gaze over the group. Seeing their high spirits, he nodded in satisfaction.

He knew that the sunken ship underwater was the territory of the White Dragon Fish.

Based on Huang San'er's description, as well as the strength of Huang San'er and the others, that White Dragon Fish possessed no trifling power in the water.

If he did not act, no one in the entire Green Snake Gang could handle that White Dragon Fish.

After all, according to Huang San'er, the strongest among them was an expert whose qi and blood had reached great accomplishment.

Yet even with that level of strength, he had been utterly unable to fight back against the White Dragon Fish.

Thus, Shi Xiaoyuan knew that only by acting personally could he be assured.

Elsewhere.

[Watermanship Experience +1] [Skill]: Watermanship (First Limit Break 1677/2000) (Trait: Underwater Breathing)

After glancing at his panel, Jiang Ning's gaze returned to the tower ship on the water.

He had arrived here long ago and had long since discovered that tower ship.

He had also heard every word of the conversation among those people aboard.

*This is an

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