Endless Ocean: Escape Starting from a Canoe

Chapter 249 Shi Ming: Sparring? Let's stop here.
Just after 5 a.m., a sea area 20 nautical miles from Dayu began to bustle with activity.

Like all other King-class drifting ships, there is a small ship docking area near Dayu. Drifting ships settle here, selling various specialties from the Tenglong Sea, while some wild ships come here to resupply and purchase various supplies.

Its orderly arrangement makes it look like a market from an old era.

The most sought-after goods are, of course, the blood of D-grade and C-grade sea monsters. Next are shipboard equipment, sea crystals, and so on.

In the center of the trading area, there is a specially constructed floating island that manages the normal order of this area. If a trading dispute arises, you can seek help from the staff here, but in most cases, they are not needed. Occasionally, some people of other skin colors from other places will cause some unpleasantness here.

"Boom, boom."

The sound of a new drifting ship approaching could be heard.

The staff on the floating island's eyes lit up, and they immediately prepared to salute.

But it was stopped.

A 30-meter-long streamlined floating ship sailed into the harbor and stopped at the edge, keeping a low profile. However, the staff on the floating island knew that this was the famous Kunwu. The man in his thirties who was dozing inside the cabin was Rong Bing, the captain of the Kunwu's sword-wielding squadron.

"Captain, we've arrived."

Kunwu has a small crew, and currently all crew members are on leave without any missions, with only two people on board.

"I finally got a break, and Brother Minglong specifically chose to meet at six o'clock in the morning. Usually, when I don't have any missions, I'm still sleeping at this time... There's still half an hour before the meeting, so I'll sleep a little longer."

"Hmm? Such a strong killing intent!"

"A sea monster invasion?"

This killing intent had become tangible, unlike the killing intent of ordinary sea beasts.

His drowsiness vanished instantly.

With his right hand on his waist, he was about to pull out Kunwu Kaitian.

Stepping out of the cabin, they discovered that at the end of that murderous intent was a mottled, drifting ship stained with the blood of various sea beasts approaching from afar. The ship was nearly a hundred meters long, and its deck was piled with the corpses of various sea beasts, at least five or six of them.

The sea monster carcasses were very fresh, some even still bubbling with blood.

A young man with sharp eyes and an imposing presence stood at the bow of the ship.

It was Shi Ming.

Compared to Rong Bing's deliberate low profile, Shi Ming's entrance was much more conspicuous. Of course, most people couldn't sense his killing intent; they only saw sea beasts lying on the deck, and the merchant ships eager to buy their carcasses lit up with excitement.

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Rong Bing boarded the large transport ship and looked at the sea monster carcasses piled up all over the deck.

I couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

He seemed to understand why Shi Ming had chosen this location for the meeting—it was convenient for selling the goods.

The pile of sea beast corpses on the deck exuded a sharp killing intent. Just by this killing intent alone, even some keen-witted sea beasts would probably not dare to approach. Someone like him, who had been fighting sea beasts for more than ten years, was very sensitive to this sharp killing intent. He had almost drawn his weapon just now, thinking that it was a sea beast invasion.

"Brother Minglong, your efficiency in slaying sea beasts is second to none, even in the Great Yu era!"

If one joins Kunwu, their annual contribution points will undoubtedly be far ahead of the competition.

"Captain, you flatter me. On the way back, we encountered a few more sea monsters, so we just killed them. The carcasses can be sold for money, so we couldn't just throw them into the sea," Shi Ming replied.

"That's true. The corpse of a B-grade sea beast can indeed be exchanged for a lot of Dome Crystals. If it comes with blood, it's one of the most sought-after items in this trading market. Many Gold-grade drifting ships are willing to pay a high price to buy it."

Rong Bing paused for a moment, then continued, “But I must remind you, the more times you awaken, the greater the burden on your body will be. While the temporary increase in power may be exhilarating, you must consider the long-term consequences.”

"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Rongbing."

"Haha, Brother Minglong is full of vigor and vitality. He is far from reaching his limit and his future is limitless."

The two flattered each other as they entered the cabin of the Grand Canal from the deck.

There are no other crew members present at the moment, making it the perfect time to discuss some collaborations.

Rong Bing looked around.

The cabins were not rudimentary; they had all the necessary equipment, making it hard to believe that this was just a silver ship.

It's hard to imagine that this ship, with its power, could capsize a giant ship like the Black Society's. I wonder how it did it, by attaching awakened power to the hull? Or is it a manifestation of the Deep Sea Titan's skills?
"Captain, please."

Offering tea is an ancient custom in China that was not lost even during the era of wandering. However, since native tea leaves are extremely precious nowadays, water is usually used instead of tea, as long as the etiquette is observed properly.

But Shi Ming's cup is a genuine 35-year-old "Kunshan Snow Seal" Pu'er tea.

The soup was a deep, clear red, with a rich, thick, and smooth texture. Even before tasting it, Rong Bing could feel its profound flavor. This was a trophy that Shi Ming had casually taken from the honeycomb on Prince Wude's body when he killed him with his decapitation sword.

The value of a single cake is comparable to that of half a Class B sea monster.

As a prince of the Wo Kingdom, Wu De certainly knew how to enjoy life and was also well-versed in the art of tea brewing. He even prepared these Kunshan Snow Seal tea cakes with melted snow from ancient glaciers in Antarctica.

Now it's all benefiting Shi Ming.

“Excellent tea. Brother Shi Ming is not only young and promising, but also has such a fine collection. This is much better than the shoddy tea I drank in Kunwu.”

Unbeknownst to them, the Rong soldiers had already changed their name from Minglong to Shiming.

Shi Ming didn't mind. That day at the Xirang branch, the red markings on his right arm had already been exposed due to the aura of destruction, so there was no need to disguise it now. A false identity was only for dealing with enemies, but for partners, appropriate honesty was very necessary.

"If the captain likes it, I'll give you half a cake later."

"No need, no need," Rong Bing shook his head.

"Our boss is strict. It's fine to sample things here, but taking them back will result in a deduction from our mission allowance. Sigh! To be honest, our Sword-wielding team has a lot of rules. For example, all members are prohibited from drinking alcohol at all times, and they cannot display awakened skills unless necessary. They cannot spar with members of different levels. Sometimes when I get itchy, I can only go find some sea monsters to have some fun."

"It is indeed very strict. What if it's a sparring match between people of the same level?"

Rong Bing was stunned.

He replied again:

"That's it."

"Then let's stop here."

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The crew on the deck of the Dayun only saw two figures leap out of the cabin and disappear in the blink of an eye.

Shortly afterward, a gust of wind blew by.

The crew members of all the ships, large and small, in this sea area felt a faint chill coming from the north. It was September, and early morning. They all assumed it was just the morning chill and didn't pay much attention to it.

Unbeknownst to them, a glacier suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the uninhabited sea area several nautical miles away.

Immediately afterwards, two terrifying auras were suddenly released, like two S-class sea beasts meeting on a narrow path, beginning a battle that ended in a draw.

(End of this chapter)