Chapter 1077 - 632: The Legend Fishman Priest
Outside the Pearl Clan,
Lis looked at the old Fishman in front of him, his tone mocking, though his heart remained as calm as ever.
He was even a bit surprised.
Because he discovered that the old Fishman before him seemed a bit strong.
Strong spiritual power granted Lis sharper perception. When he approached the old Fishman, he faintly sensed the threat emanating from him.
Is this the type that gets more monstrous with age?
Lis, from Berion’s memory, knew that [Evil Food Shark] O’Neill was a Legendary Priest, originally thought to be nothing significant, but now it seems far from simple.
Truly worthy of being the strongest among the Treasure Pearl Shuttle Fishmen for countless years.
The [Evil Food Shark] O’Neill in front of him posed some threat to Lis, but it was just a threat.
At least for Lis, it wasn’t considered a powerful existence; otherwise, Lis would have turned around and left immediately.
"I am O’Neill Coral."
Facing Lis’s provocation, the old Fishman asked with an unchanged expression:
"You’re not from the Pearl Clan, a wanderer?"
"Why bother with so much, old man!"
Lis pretended to wave impatiently, thrusting the long knife in his hand into the reef under his feet, crossing his arms as he looked down at O’Neill and said:
"That Fishman earlier was your descendant, right? And you just stood by without intervening?"
When O’Neill appeared on this reef, Lis noticed him.
At that time, he thought O’Neill would step in when he killed the Fishman army and caught Georgia, but the other party showed no intention of acting.
For this reason, Lis even captured Georgia and let the Pearl Clan torment him, yet this guy remained indifferent, which surprised Lis.
"Yes, but you’ve become legendary. You should know that with a legendary’s long lifespan, the number of descendants exceeds your imagination."
O’Neill nodded calmly, looking at Lis, who had transformed into a robust Fishman, and said:
"Besides, since he offended you, you can deal with him however you wish. The majesty of a legend cannot be violated."
Sensing the implication in O’Neill’s words, Lis smiled and said:
"What? Are you implying that you want me to show you respect?"
"This is just a small suggestion from an elder to a younger person. Of course, you are also a legend, and for a legend, age has little significance."
O’Neill said with a calm expression. Unlike other Fishmen, he didn’t have any ferocious and brutal aura; instead, he gave Lis a sense of purified wisdom.
Of course, this had no effect on Lis.
Lis had seen top-tier experts far stronger than O’Neill, so he wouldn’t be influenced by O’Neill’s words.
"That’s better, old man, you do understand!"
Lis patted the hilt of his sword and said to O’Neill:
"Georgia’s account is settled, but there’s still yours to settle!"
"My name is Klaus. I heard Matteo is dead, and he was with you before he died?"
"Are you Matteo’s friend?"
O’Neill frowned and sighed slightly, saying:
"I indeed was with Matteo, and his death is related to me, but that’s a secret of the Treasure Pearl Merfolk Tribe. I cannot easily tell you."
"Won’t tell me?"
Lis twisted his neck, the corners of his lips curling into a smile as he looked at O’Neill’s grim face.
"Won’t tell me, then I’ll beat it out of you!"
"Young man..."
O’Neill sighed. His intention was clearly to invite this legendary Fishman named Klaus to join the Treasure Pearl Fishman Tribe. Who would have thought this guy wanted to fight him?
No!
O’Neill realized.
During the previous verbal exchange, he could see that this Klaus did not seem to be an ignorant person.
So, this person intentionally wanted to do this, just to fight him?
For what purpose?
O’Neill was a bit puzzled, but Lis was no longer prepared to continue the conversation.
For Lis, everything that needed to be said had been said. Now he wanted to see what this legendary Fishman was truly like.
At the same time, he wanted to verify whether his disguise could deceive the legendary Fishman before him.
If even the legendary Fishman couldn’t see through it, then the Sea Goddess Church shouldn’t be a problem either.
After all, this was just a Fishman Tribe; the Sea Goddess Church shouldn’t specifically send a legend to stay here.
And the best way to test if a disguise works is through battle. If even in intense combat, the opponent cannot discern Lis’s true identity, the risk of exposure would be significantly minimized.
Moreover, this was a necessary path for Lis to establish a faith system among the Fishman Tribe in the Treasure Pearl Sea.
Lis didn’t think the other party would hand over the tribe’s faith to him. The profession of a legendary priest, in some aspects, has abilities similar to a priest and can also use the Power of Faith, which Lis couldn’t avoid.
The salty sea breeze swept across the island’s jagged reefs, stirring up tiny waves.
"You should have rotted in the coral reef, old man!"
Lis said with a smile, and the long knife in his hand slashed fiercely at O’Neill.
The whistling of the blade shattered the tips of the waves, tearing through the salty, humid air with a heavy blade that emitted a ghostly hum as it swung.
Though O’Neill was aged, his reflexes were not slow at all.
Withered claws retrieved an ancient silver Conch Horn, engraved with ancient runes. Each line contained the power of the ocean, faintly echoing the sound of waves.