The passage leading upward was a little cramped for Whamon's enormous body. Whamon paid that no mind and plunged straight in, widening the small opening until it could accommodate him. The rock walls and boulders seemed to lose their solidity the instant they collided with Whamon, crumbling down like tofu dregs. Whether it was deliberate or not, Zheng Fan, following behind, ended up covered in dust.
When it came to handling the overall situation, Zheng Fan still had a long way to go in his training. One-on-one fights were no problem, but he was somewhat weaker in group battles. Though the Flowing Water Sword Style offered the finest defense in the world, its power had to align with its underlying intent to make that defense truly watertight. The falling rock dust carried no intent to attack or kill, so there was naturally nothing for him to defend against.
When Whamon emerged from the tunnel, a vast culvert came into view. It was large enough to fit three or five bodies the size of Whamon's. Whamon drew up beside the shore and let the children out of his stomach.
"Whamon, where's Zheng Fan?" The moment he came out, T.K. Takaishi craned his neck, searching for Zheng Fan.
"I don't know. Maybe he's taking a bath," Whamon said. His voice produced a terrifying echo inside the culvert, leaving the children dizzy and their heads ringing.
Zheng Fan had guessed correctly: Whamon really had taken revenge on him. While forcing his way through the tunnel, Whamon had quietly used his special move, Great Tsunami, grinding the rock walls along the way into dust.
After everyone waited a short while, Zheng Fan shot out of the water like an arrow. His clothes were completely soaked, however, and water dripped from his flowing hair. He