"Hahahahaha..."
The hearty laughter spread across the Turtle Ship Deck.
Beiming Jihu sat on the deck ground, his Zha Armor cut open with two shallow blood marks crossing on his chest.
Bai Pu stood opposite him, showing no injuries, though beneath his feet, the deck had a giant spiderweb-like crack.
A group of Black Tortoise Oath logistics personnel hurried over to repair the ship.
They whispered to themselves, thankful for the Protective Spell, otherwise this sparring would have dismantled the Turtle Ship entirely.
After laughing, Beiming Jihu slowly spoke, "Remarkable, Gangxin. Although I knew your strength was extraordinary after the battle at Black Heaven Palace, it is only after actually fighting that I am genuinely convinced."
Dong Bochengzhi sat nearby, smiling, "Master Beiming Jihu, have you let go?"
