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As Bai Zhu shouted "Bankai," the entire Underwater King Port seemed as though someone had flipped a switch.

The Black Gold patterns around the platform lit up all at once.

The walls, floors, cabins, torpedo bays—every Soundwave Array activated layer by layer, sending vibrations drilling through his bones.

Over the broadcast, the ritual ship officer's voice retained its irritating politeness.

"Golden Candle Envoy, please do not be nervous."

"The Mother Port's welcoming ceremony is merely to confirm your value."

"Your long-range techniques have been disrupted."

"Flames cannot remain stable."

"Projected attacks will be dismantled by soundwaves."

"Close combat..."

He paused, seemingly checking the data.

"According to existing records, you are not proficient in it."

Bai Zhu gripped his spear, almost laughing.

This man was either an idiot.

Or so confident that he had turned himself into one.

Milluki was frantically pounding his desk over the channel.

"He's stalling for time! Don't listen to his bullshit! The torpedo locks outside are still refreshing!"

"I heard you."

Bai Zhu watched the Modified Merfolk rushing at him and pressed his wrist downward.

The dark red dragon patterns on the spear began to pulse.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The spear shaft split apart.

It did not break.

It was forced open from within.

Three enormous blade segments unfolded from the spear one after another. Their surfaces were heavy and thick, yet their edges were terrifyingly sharp. Dark red patterns crawled along the blade's joints, and with every pulse, huge ripples shuddered across the surrounding water-bubble dome.

Bai Zhu's clothes gave out first.

They had only been a makeshift outfit to begin with. As his Reiatsu surged, the cloth across his shoulders, back, and chest tore apart.

Scraps of fabric flew away.

The Silver-White Tail Feather sprang from his clothes, circled through the air, and