"What are you doing?"
Ye Chen's expression startled Lucci. The Celestial Dragon was already aiming at them. If they didn't dodge, their Small Boat could be destroyed at any moment. Yet Ye Chen had thrown away the oar.
From the look of him, he was about to charge over and fight the Celestial Dragon. Lucci hurried to stop him.
"Strawberry."
Ye Chen forced the name through gritted teeth, his voice cold. Every syllable seemed to scrape its way out, revealing the heat of the fury burning inside him.
Despite the distance, Strawberry heard him. "Hm? That brat seems to be calling my name."
"Who cares?"
Saint Wadman paid it no mind. He aimed at Ye Chen and Lucci and pulled the trigger with a bang. A tongue of fire shot from the black muzzle. That thing was no gun—it was practically a cannon. A shell flew straight toward them.
Ye Chen leaped up and drew his sword in midair. Cold light flashed. Crack! With a turn of his wrist, he sliced the incoming shell clean in half with Oto.
"What...?"
Saint Wadman stared, dumbfounded. He hadn't expected them to resist, and that only soured his mood further.
What he wanted was for Ye Chen to obediently let himself be blown to pieces. He was a Celestial Dragon, above everyone else. No one had dared defy him in anything he wanted since the day he was born.
Unfortunately for him, he had run into the Celestial Dragons' nemesis: Ghost Hand Ye Chen.
Ye Chen needed no encouragement to fight a Celestial Dragon. The sight of one sent his fighting spirit soaring. This one had even picked the fight himself, and aboard that ship was an enemy Ye Chen had sworn to kill.
Ohara had not been Ye Chen's home, but it