Chapter 94: Those Who Are Not of My Kind Must Have Different Intentions

It was impossible for the two giant ships to be overturned so smoothly without facing any resistance.

However, under the power of this natural disaster, any resistance was as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree—laughable and overconfident.

The soul-guided cannon turrets on the ships fired continuously, unleashing their firepower without rest.

Each soul-guided cannon's attack was formidable, with the most powerful ones reaching the level of a Title Douluo's strike.

Yet, these soul-guided cannon shells couldn't even pierce through the curtain of raging waves created by the monstrous tides, let alone reach the body of the octopus beast.

Water bears the virtue of carrying all things—its density is hundreds of times that of air. Before the energy projectiles could break through the thick water curtain, their energy had already been completely dispersed, rendering them as useless as duds.

The powerful individuals on the passenger ships, including the guards assigned by the Sun-Moon Federation and the Star Luo Empire, as well as the leaders of various academies and faction representatives, would never just stand idly by.

Likewise, Lan Fozi wouldn't either.

What the sea soul beasts wanted to see was whether a marine disaster could destroy humanity's most fortified ships. How many waves, how much time, and how many strikes would it take to completely shatter these two massive vessels?

They weren't here to watch a brutal battle between human and beast powerhouses, nor did they want to see their own kind being slaughtered.

Long before the octopus beast triggered the marine disaster, Lan Fozi had already made her move.

Taking advantage of the fact that most of Cai Yue'er and the others' attention was on the octopus beast, she conjured a whirlpool, pulling Cai Yue'er and four other powerful human soul masters into its vortex.

Using the vast ocean's might, Lan Fozi completely isolated them from the outside world.

Inside the whirlpool, Cai Yue'er's expression was a mix of worry and mockery.

She worried about the situation of the passenger ships, while her scorn was directed at Lan Fozi.

"A mere hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast dares to think it can stop the five of us by itself?"

"Hah."

"Ridiculous. Utterly delusional."

Despite her sneering, these battle-hardened veterans, who had fought their way up from being low-level soul masters to high-rank warriors, wasted no time.

Each one of them charged up their most powerful attacks, aiming to break free from the isolated vortex as soon as possible and rush to aid the ships under attack.

If the ships fell, they would be left stranded in the boundless sea with no footing, and their fate would be grim.

Cai Yue'er raised her scepter high, summoning a massive beam of moonlight from the suspended silver moon. The light gathered and focused upon the silver disk atop her staff.

However, the moon's radiant focus was not on Cai Yue'er, but on Lan Fozi.

More precisely, it shone upon Lan Fozi, now transformed into human form, clad in a four-word battle armor and piloting a god-ranked mecha.

Dressed in a deep blue battle armor, Lan Fozi's soul power surged exponentially, soon surpassing the limits of what was deemed achievable—she had reached the Ultimate Douluo level!

A shocked gasp escaped from between Cai Yue'er's gritted teeth, as if the words were forcibly squeezed out:

"Four-word battle armor!"

"And… a god-ranked mecha?!"

Even in the midst of a life-threatening situation, her mind was still processing the shock.

How could a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast take human form? Why could a soul beast wear battle armor and pilot a mecha?

There was no need to ask, for the evidence was right before her eyes.

Instead of questioning the surface-level facts, her thoughts raced deeper.

How did a soul beast obtain four-word battle armor and a god-ranked mecha?

After all, the metal required for these items could only be forged by a Divine Blacksmith.

Moreover, the only known Divine Blacksmith on the continent, Zhen Hua, had attempted to break through to an even higher level of craftsmanship years ago. As a result, he was left half-crippled, ceasing all external forging commissions and significantly reducing his contact with the outside world.

Connecting these pieces together, there was only one possible conclusion…

The realization struck her like a hammer. Her pupils shrank violently, and her eyes widened in utter shock.

"You… what did you do to Divine Blacksmith Zhen Hua?!"

If one cockroach crawled out from the shadows, it meant there were many more lurking in the dark.

During Zhen Hua's withdrawal from the public eye, it was not just this one soul beast that had acquired four-word battle armor and a god-ranked mecha.

In all likelihood, soul beasts had already been secretly preparing for a large-scale uprising against humanity.

But Lan Fozi didn't bother answering her. Instead, she moved—at a speed far beyond Cai Yue'er's reaction time.

Her azure fist struck out. The very sky seemed to distort violently.

As the blue light dissipated, her deep blue battle armor burst into dazzling radiance, instantly enveloping her body. Her power surged even higher.

A pair of enormous cerulean wings spread from her back. A massive, glowing blue ring materialized behind her, sending a towering pillar of energy into the heavens—a pillar that seemed to hold up the sky while pressing down upon the sea.

The sky trembled. The land trembled. Even space itself trembled.

By the time Cai Yue'er registered what had happened, she felt only the excruciating pain of her body being torn apart.

Her nerves no longer registered touch.

Her final sensation was the metallic, armored fist lodged deep into her abdomen.

The next moment, that fist twisted.

Her body was shredded—her three-word battle armor, her flesh, everything—ripped into fragments.

Then, darkness.

A high-ranking elder of Shrek Academy had perished.

"You humans always say, 'Those who are not of my kind must have different intentions.'"

After obliterating Cai Yue'er, Lan Fozi uttered those words in an eerie, mocking tone.

Her gaze shifted toward the four remaining Title Douluo and three-word battle armor masters, who were now frantically trying to escape.

But how could they escape?

The vortex that had trapped them was her domain, empowered by the boundless might of the ocean itself.

With a mere thought, Lan Fozi's eyes gleamed coldly. Her right hand reached out.

A scarlet flash ripped through the air like it had torn through the heavens themselves—her god-ranked mecha had arrived.

The six-meter-tall crimson mecha swiftly transformed, morphing into a colossal blood-red greatsword.

As she gripped its hilt, a crimson radiance erupted from the blade.

A cross-shaped slash streaked through the air, aimed at the fleeing soul masters in all directions.

The murderous aura cut through the sea breeze.

Before long, four crimson explosions bloomed like blood-drenched fireworks over the ocean.

With the five enemies eliminated, Lan Fozi dismissed the water vortex that had obstructed vision.

Now, she observed the results of the marine disaster wrought by the octopus beast.

The sight satisfied her immensely.

With just five colossal tidal waves, the two massive passenger ships had completely disintegrated.

Chunks of wreckage sank to the ocean depths, while others floated to the surface, accompanied by the human soul masters who had once stood upon them.

The weak had drowned, overwhelmed by the sea and the shockwaves of the battle.

The strong either hovered above the water's surface or clung desperately to floating wreckage, looking utterly pathetic—like drenched rats struggling to survive.

(End of Chapter)