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The moment the giant pincer came crashing down, Wan Zhong’s single arm yanked hard on the capstan chain. His empty left sleeve snapped wildly in the gale, while the veins on his remaining right arm bulged as he wound the chain --- thick as a bowl rim --- around his waist, forcing the tilting hull back half an inch. “Form the iron-chain formation!” Wan Zhong’s roar shook the deck. Twenty sturdy soldiers immediately threw themselves forward, hammering the barbed hooks at the chain’s end into the ship’s side posts. When the giant pincer, carrying the power to shatter mountains, slammed against the chain, Wan Zhong’s knees buckled, his boots plowing two deep grooves into the planks. The metallic tang rising in his throat he forced back down. “This beast’s pincers can split metal and stone!” Wan Zhong glared at the cracks rapidly spreading along the chain. In a sudden burst of strength, he yanked the chain sideways. The pincer missed the mast by a hair, smashing a hole more than...
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The Giant Claw

At this moment, Li Guanglong’s fleet was sailing through the fog belt in the depths of the Eastern Sea. The leaden-gray clouds pressed low overhead, and even the salty sea breeze carried a metallic, rust-like stench. He stood on the main deck of the Surging Wave , rolling a white jade chess piece between his fingers, staring at the horizon swallowed by mist. Three escort ships that had gone ahead to scout the route had been out of contact for half an hour, and the “safe channel” marked on the sea chart now lay as silent as a bottomless well. “Your Highness, the water patterns are wrong.” The old helmsman beside him suddenly pressed down on the compass. The copper needle trembled violently, a layer of white frost forming on the rim. “This fog… it’s alive.” Before his words faded, a harsh splintering sound came from the west. From within the thick mist, a column of water shot upward. Through it, the half-wrecked hull of a ship could be glimpsed tumbling in the waves. Lanterns o...

Slaying the Fish King

No one had expected that, under the Fish King's command, the deep-sea piranhas would possess such devastating power. With just a single charge, they could snap a ten-meter-long escort ship in half --- truly beyond imagination. This was no longer a mere fish swarm; it was more like a horde of fish demons. Even an ordinary deep-sea piranha posed a significant threat --- let alone these creatures that had seemingly gained sentience. Not only were they larger and fiercer, but their vitality was also terrifyingly strong. Despite the fleet being armed with various guns and cannons, they still found themselves flustered in the face of thousands of these monstrous piranhas. Li Wenxing’s black battle robe, embroidered with python patterns, fluttered in the sea breeze, revealing a jewel-encrusted sword at his waist. He stared at the escort ship that had been split in two --- the firelight on its deck flickered amidst the crashing waves before being swallowed by the ink-black se...

The Swarm of Man-Eating Fish

Dustin landed lightly back on the shattered deck, the golden glow on his longsword gradually fading. Across the sea’s surface, dark green blood floated in thick patches, slowly dispersing in the rain. Far in the distance, the typhoon had vanished without warning. A gap opened in the clouds, allowing sunlight to break through at last, casting warm rays onto the ravaged Wavebreaker . Margaret steadied herself against the swaying rail, gazing out at the now-calm sea, a long sigh of relief escaping her lips. That octopus demon just now had the power of an Ultimate Grandmaster --- its enormous body and terrifying regenerative abilities made it nearly invincible. Even most Ultimate Grandmasters wouldn’t stand a chance against such a monster. Thankfully, they had Dustin. If he hadn't been there, who knows how many lives would have been lost? At last, the sea had calmed, and the storm was receding. The Wavebreaker floated gently atop the waves. The deck was in ruins, littered ...

One Sword Slays the Sea Demon

"It's the octopus demon!" The old fisherman collapsed at the cabin door, teeth chattering. "Legend says there's a sea monster in the Blackwater Trench… it feeds on the living!" As he spoke, more tentacles surged in from all directions. Some wrapped around the mast and slowly broke it in half; others slithered into the cabin, smashing the supplies into pieces. A young soldier was snatched into the air by a tentacle. He screamed the names of his comrades in terror, but the tentacle flung him into a distant towering wave, where he was instantly swallowed. The ship tilted violently. Many lost their balance and tumbled across the deck. A military medic clutched his medical kit, trying to treat the wounded. But a tentacle suddenly lashed out, knocking him to the ground. The kit hit the floor, spilling its contents, which were quickly soaked by seawater. A suction cup latched onto the medic’s leg. He howled in pain, watching helplessly as he was dragged toward the ...

The Sea Monster Beneath

Margaret stood before a mountain of nautical charts, her fingertips gliding gently over the yellowed parchment. The cinnabar-red routes drawn on them looked like congealed trails of blood, glowing eerily under the flickering candlelight. When Dustin pushed open the door, he saw her tucking a thick stack of leather-bound ledgers into a rosewood chest. Glimpses of titles like Fresh Water Reserves and Ration Allocations showed her meticulous planning for the upcoming voyage. “Any news from the fishermen?” Dustin asked. Margaret looked up, her eyes reflecting the deepening twilight outside the window. “Su Lan just got back from the harbor. Found an old fisherman with the surname Qin.” “He claims he saw a mirage near the Blackwater Trench three years ago. Said there were floating pavilions and jade towers among the clouds, and at the front stood a stone tablet carved with the word ‘Penglai.’” She paused, tapping her fingers on the desk. “But the old man said the vision lasted ...

Seeking Medicine for a Father

When Li Weimin’s decree was issued, reactions across the factions varied. At that moment, Li Wenxing was in his study, weighing the pros and cons of the recent trip to Southern Frontier. Although he hadn’t stood out much, compared to Li Guanglong and Li Juntang, he was still the more capable one. But this minor advantage clearly wasn’t enough to change the overall outcome. Just then, Qian Jin rushed in and reported, “Your Highness! A message from the palace --- His Majesty’s condition has worsened, and he has only a short time left. He has issued a special decree: any royal family member who can journey to Penglai Island and retrieve the elixir will become the future crown prince!” “Future crown prince?” Hearing this, Li Wenxing’s spirits lifted immediately. But soon after, he frowned. He had, of course, heard of Penglai Island --- but only in legends. Whether it truly existed in the East Sea, and whether it held any elixir that could extend life, remained unknown. ...