Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

The greywater river surface exploded with a roar.

A long, cyan shadow broke through the water and stretched its body in mid-air.

The torrential rain fell on its scales like it was falling on pieces of blue gemstones.

It opened its long, narrow jaws and let out a sharp screech.

The river level rose accordingly.

Countless water columns rose from the ground.

At this moment, the hunter, the pirate, and the alien species finally came into each other's view at the same time.

The three-way hunting game has officially taken shape.

A column of water shot into the sky.

Not just one.

There are more than a dozen.

A thick column of water shot out from the greywater river, like an upside-down forest, and crashed heavily onto the pirate ship.

Wang Huzi's laughter stopped abruptly.

The pirate ship veered sharply, its steam engine roaring to life, black smoke billowing against the deck as the torrential rain pushed it down.

The pirates on the ship were clearly prepared.

Several first-tier extraordinary individuals rushed to the ship's side and threw out black iron balls.

The iron ball exploded upon hitting the water, turning into large swathes of viscous black oil.

The black oil floating on the water's surface briefly severed the connection between the water column and the river surface.

The two water columns lost their momentum in mid-air and scattered into a downpour with a splash.

But even more water jets came crashing down.

boom!

The pirate ship was hit head-on on its port side.

The iron plate dented, the wooden planks shattered, and before the pirates could even scream, they were smashed into a jumbled mess of flesh by the water jets.

Wang Huzi stood at the bow of the ship, his legs seemingly nailed to the deck.

His beard was soaked by the rain, making his face look even more ferocious.

"fire!"

The sound of cannons exploded.

The pirate ship and the Ironscale opened fire almost simultaneously.

The Ironscale's weaponry relied more on extraordinary equipment; its firepower was not dense, but it was accurate.

Several solid bullets grazed the river surface and flew out, striking the side of the pirate ship.

The pirate ships were not to be outdone; their crude cannonballs, trailing sparks, tore through the rain and landed around the Ironscale, creating huge waves.

The two ships were locked in a fierce struggle amidst torrential rain and treacherous currents.

And the little green dragon was swimming around in the middle.

It's too fast.

The blue figure sometimes skimmed across the water's surface, sometimes sank to the bottom of the river, and sometimes peeked out from behind the waves with its long, narrow head.

Every time it appears, the water surges violently.

It doesn't resemble a beast being hunted.

It's more like the true master of this waterway, driving away two iron-shelled monsters that have invaded its territory.

Inside the control room of the Ironscale, Balk's face had darkened considerably.

"Wang Huzi is forcing us to wear ourselves down first."

Vera said coldly, "You are the same."

Balk glanced at her but did not deny it.

His plan was originally very simple.

This leads to the appearance of the little green dragon.

The Ironscale was used to withstand the initial impacts.

Using Vera's Beast-Binding Net, Hack's Hunting Fork, and Mason's Suppressing Ripple, along with the Water Pressure Cannon and the Iron Scale's true core, the little Azure Dragon was trapped.

He would then personally finish off the prey once it was severely wounded.

Once the task is completed, the cleaning agent that should be provided can be withheld.

Those who should stay can also leave.

The Greywater River can swallow corpses.

But the arrival of Wang Huzi completely disrupted this game of chess.

He had to guard against the small green dragon underwater, the pirate ship in the distance, and the second-tier experts temporarily recruited in the control room.

And then there's Simon.

Balk's gaze swept over Xiren almost imperceptibly.

The other party remained standing in front of the water cannon control position, his expression calm, his movements precise, neither trying to take credit nor making mistakes.

That's too stable.

He was so composed that he didn't seem like a wandering extraordinary person who would risk everything for three bottles of cleansing potion.

The doubts that had been lingering in Balk's mind resurfaced.

But he didn't have time to think about it deeply.

The compass needle suddenly plunged sharply downwards.

"Bottom!"

"Balk shouted suddenly."

Before the words were even finished, the river water beneath the Ironscale instantly became heavy.

Xilun felt an extremely strong pressure rising from the soles of his feet.

It's like the entire greywater river is pressed under the boat.

The boat first paused, then suddenly sank half a foot.

The outer metal scales emitted a harsh, grating sound.

Harker's expression changed: "It wants to push the boat into the water!"

It wasn't a collision.

It is pressure.

The little green dragon gathered water at the bottom of the boat, forming a huge sinking water prison.

Even the most robust ship, the Ironscale, must adhere to the principles of weight and buoyancy.

When the water under the boat is forcibly pumped away, and water flows from both sides squeeze inward, the boat is as if it is being held down by an invisible giant hand, slowly sinking into the river.

"Simon," Balk growled, "send the water cannon downwards and break through with all your might!"

Siren did not do so immediately.

He saw the compass needle trembling.

The little green dragon is not in the center of the bottom of the boat.

It is ten zhang to the right front.

The water pressure at the bottom of the boat is just a decoy.

The real killer move is on the bow of the ship, on the water.

The rain there falls at a slower pace than elsewhere.

Xilun said calmly, "There's something to your right front."

Balk suddenly turned his head.

At that very moment, the water surface suddenly bulged up to the right front.

A giant dragon tail formed from water swept across the area.

That's not a real tail.

It is the shape formed by the little green dragon using water.

But the power is absolutely real.

The stern sweeps the bow of the Iron Scale ship.

Boom!

The thick iron plate at the bow of the ship was dented by the impact.

The iron platform in the control room shook violently.

Mason was so shocked that he coughed up blood and fell to his knees, but his thin fingers still gripped the control handle tightly.

Vera also let out a muffled groan, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Balk's face twitched.

If it weren't for Xilun's prior warning, and his earlier shift of the water cannon towards the hull, that sudden movement of the bow would have caused the Ironscale to lose at least 30% of its control.

"How did you find out?"

Balk stared at Xilen.

Xilun pressed his palm against the handle, his tone unchanged.

"The sound of the water is wrong."

Huck looked over, panting heavily.

"Your hearing is that good?"

Xilun did not answer.

The water cannon has been turned to the right front.

boom!

A white stream of air penetrated the river surface.

The second water tail, which had just solidified, was broken in half.

Vera seized the opportunity, and the beast-binding net opened again.

The silver threads, like spider silk, spread towards the hiding place of the little green dragon.

A flash of blue light appeared underwater, dodging most of the attack.

But three silver threads still entangled its hindquarters.

The little green dragon let out its first angry shriek.

The river surface immediately boiled.

The silver lines were frantically cut by the water flow, sparks and water droplets splashing simultaneously.

Vera gritted her teeth, gripped the control handle with both hands, and her shoulders trembled violently.

"It's making so much money!"

A cold glint flashed in Balk's eyes.

"Hack!"

"Now!"

Hack had been holding back for ages.

He roared and poured all his energy into it.

The remaining hunting forks on the right front of the ship were simultaneously deployed.

Five thick, black forks pierced the churning river water.

This time, the opportunity was not lost.

One of the hunting spears grazed the little green dragon's back, bringing up a large patch of green scales and pale gold blood.

Another one pierced the edge of its tail.

The little green dragon's body twisted violently.

The river was raging.

A visible ring of water burst open from its location.

The Ironscale was pushed sideways, and the pirate ship was also affected, its bow tilting and almost hitting a reef.

Wang Huzi burst into wild laughter.

"You hit it! Balk, you've got some skills!"

He suddenly waved his hand.

On the pirate ship, a short cannon, which had been covered by a black cloth, was finally revealed.

The cannon barrel is short and thick, and its surface is covered with rough red patterns.

Several pirates worked together to carry over a dark red cannonball.

Wang Huzi personally lit the fire.

"I'll give it a gift too!"

boom!

Dark red cannonballs were fired.

It wasn't aimed at the Ironscale.

Instead, it aimed at the spot where the little green dragon was trapped by the silver thread and the hunting fork.

Balk's expression changed drastically.

"He's trying to take the wound!"

The shells exploded on the water's surface.

The dark red flames burned in the torrential rain, like a bloody oil slick floating on the water, and quickly spread to the vicinity of the little green dragon's wound.

Little Green Dragon was in so much pain that his whole body tensed up.

Pale gold blood gushed out.

As soon as the blood entered the water, a certain part of Xilun's body stirred slightly.

It's not hunger.

It's not an ordinary sensory experience either.

The opportunity to gain a talent after hunting alien species is approaching.

Xilun's eyes were calm, but his heart was slowly pounding harder.

This little green dragon's talent was more complete than he had imagined.

Waterbending.

Or, to put it another way, the flow of water.

Let the water gather, let the water disperse.

Let water become hands, walls, knives, and prisons.

If this ability falls into his hands, the Greywater River will no longer be Balk's escape route.

And it will become his grave.

Little Azure Dragon was utterly enraged.

It no longer wanders.

A huge black hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the river.

The Ironscale and the pirate ship were simultaneously pulled by the currents around them.

The water level was sinking while rotating.

A giant vortex takes shape.

It's more than ten times bigger than the original one.

The torrential rain was sucked into the vortex and plunged diagonally into its center.

The Ironscale began to slide uncontrollably toward the vortex.

The same applies to pirate ships.

The two ships, one after the other, were caught in the same deadly funnel.

Vera exclaimed, "It's going to drag both ships down with it!"

Balk yanked open the hidden compartment under the control panel.

Inside, a fist-sized, deep blue crystal was visible.

The crystal was embedded in a copper ring, which was surrounded by a dense network of fine tubes.

Xilun's eyes twitched slightly.

This is the true core of the Ironscale.

Balk pressed his palm against the crystal, his face instantly turning pale.

Deep blue light spread along his arm.

"Everyone, fill your lungs with your breath!"

"If you want to live, don't hide!"

Huck cursed, but did as he was told.

Vera, her face grim, channeled her power.

Mason coughed so hard he could barely stand, and he also raised his hand to press down on the secondary control lever.

The aura injected by Xilun remained restrained.

no more, no less.

That's exactly the level a seasoned Tier 2 player should be at.

All the metal scales on the outside of the Ironscale ship opened at the same time.

Blue light shone out from the gap.

The next moment, a strong thrust erupted from the bottom of the ship.

The Ironscale was like a wounded iron beast, managing to break free halfway from the edge of the vortex.

But Little Green Dragon clearly refused to let go.

It leaped out of the water, its half-body wrapping around the Ironscale's wing, its blue scales rubbing against the metal plates, producing a piercing shriek.

It's finally getting close.

Up close, you can see the coldness in its narrow eyes.

That wasn't the murky filth of a wild beast.

Rather, it is the unique spirituality of a different species.

It knows who hurt it.

It also knows who is taking its life.

Balk seized the moment, his eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

"Dragon-locking anchor!"

A dull clang came from the bottom of the Ironscale.

A black iron anchor, as thick as an adult's waist, sprang from the bottom of the ship. The anchor was engraved with dense runes and plunged fiercely into the little green dragon's back.

puff!

The iron anchor pierced through the scales.

Large swathes of pale gold blood gushed out.

The little green dragon howled in despair.

The river water burst open instantly.

The Ironscale was nearly lifted off the surface by the waves before crashing back down.

Inside the control room, everyone was shaken and staggered.

But Balk was laughing.

Blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"You've won."

"Finally, I won!"

Xilun saw the greed in his eyes for that instant.

That's not the kind of satisfaction avengers get.

It's the euphoria of a gambler when they finally get their hands on a chip.

Wang Huzi's pirate ship also took the opportunity to approach.

They clearly wanted to deliver the final blow.

The cannons were turned around, and a barrage of gunfire erupted.

Chaos and shouts of killing could also be heard from the deck of the Ironscale.

The pirates threw out grappling hooks and attempted to board the ship.

Balk picked up the microphone, his voice as cold as iron.

"Guard the ship up to the deck and kill all the pirates!"

Then, he put down the microphone and slowly looked at the four people in the control room.

"Gentlemen, hold on for another quarter of an hour."

"I will pay you the reward once I retrieve my belongings."

Vera did not speak.

Hack was panting heavily, his eyes darting around.

Mason lowered his head, his cough barely audible.

Xiren stood still, his palm still pressed against the cold grip.

He heard Balk's heartbeat quicken.

They also heard a small glass bottle gently tap against each other from inside the other person's sleeve.

More than one bottle.

Three bottles.

The smell is very faint.

Mixed with rainwater, engine oil, blood, and gunpowder, almost no one could tell the difference.

But Xilun smelled it.

That was a pungent aftertaste that cleaning agents shouldn't have.

The reward that Balk prepared might really be twelve bottles.

But the person who gets their hands on it may not be alive.

The calm returned to Xilun's eyes.

Balk wants to clear the area.

And very quickly.

He slowly released the water cannon control handle, letting his sleeve cover his wrist.

The second bloodstain felt slightly warm under the skin.

The time is almost here.

The shouts of battle from the deck grew closer.

The Ironscale and the pirate ship have collided.

The two boats were separated by rolling waves, and dozens of grappling hook chains were taut, like a rough iron net.

The pirates rushed aboard, stepping on the slippery gunwale.

The Ironscale's guards retaliated with guns.

The flames exploded in the downpour, only to be quickly extinguished by the rain.

The air was filled with the stench of blood, gunpowder, engine oil, and the cold, fishy smell of river water.

The little green dragon was anchored to the side of the ship by the dragon-locking anchor, half of its body was submerged underwater, and the other half of its green-scaled body was struggling wildly against the outer wall of the Iron Scale.

With each struggle, the entire ship would groan in pain.

But it was too badly injured.

Its spine was pierced, and its tail was torn apart by a hunting fork. Pale gold blood flowed continuously into the greywater river, dyeing the nearby water surface with a strange luster.

Balk stared at the ring of pale golden blood, his eyes burning with ever-growing fire.

He had waited too long for this moment.

If you're someone else's knife, you'll always just be a knife.

Even the sharpest blade will eventually break.

As long as he obtains the Water Spirit Remains and drinks the third-tier magic potion he has been preparing for many years, he will be able to cross that threshold.

Third-order aberration.

By then, neither the Tussor family nor those high-ranking old men at the ocean docks will be able to treat him like a dog.

He can own his own fleet of ships.

My own dock.

Your own name.

Instead of every time Balk is mentioned, someone adds, "He's a mad dog raised by some family."

Inside the control room, Balk suddenly took out four bottles of dust-removing potion from his pocket.

"Thank you all for your hard work."

His voice was much softer than before.

"I'll drink one bottle to stabilize myself, and we'll divide the rest when we get back to Hong Kong."

Hack's eyes lit up.

Vera did not reach out.

Mason looked up at the bottles of medicine and coughed even harder.

Xilun lowered his eyes.

The bottle body is the same.

Same color.

It's like sealing with wax.

But the smell is different.

Those bottles of medicine contained some kind of colorless toxin.

It might be fatal to an ordinary person immediately, but it won't take effect immediately for a second-tier extraordinary individual.

It travels rapidly through the bloodstream after intense fighting, invading internal organs, paralyzing nerves, and causing temporary slowed reaction time.

Good stuff for clearing out the area.

Huck had already reached out to take it.

Suddenly, Xilun said, "The pirates outside are about to rush in."

Hack paused.

Balk looked at him.