Chapter 287: Section 75: The Deep Blue Fishman Sage
The Justice Pirate Group continued to delve deeper into the Sky Pillar Sea Eye.
The Dragon-man youth deliberately slowed down the pace of the exploration, frequently using the natives living in the Sea Eye as training for his troops.
On the other hand, he also stealthily acted alone, diving to the seabed to target the Brown Scale Fishman.
In fact, the most suitable for him was the Steel Bone Knight bloodline. This bloodline’s grade reached the Silver Level, which perfectly matched his cultivation.
But after a successful first encounter, the youth rarely came across such bloodlines.
If collecting the complete Brown Scale Fishman bloodline at the Black Iron Level was this difficult, one could imagine the challenge of collecting the Steel Bone Knight’s bloodline.
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“Let’s first collect the complete Brown Scale bloodline.”
With this plan, the youth dived into the sea once again.
A Fishman Town was nestled among the coral.
Now, the Justice Pirate Group was already at the central part of the Sea Eye. Each time the Dragon-man youth dived, he would go even deeper than before.
The figures of Fishmen began to appear more frequently, and large Fishman settlements unfolded before the youth’s eyes.
Lurking on the outskirts of the town, the youth could sense many Bronzes and Black Irons in the town.
“Should I launch a strong attack here?”
“Given my Dragon-man form and Silver Cultivation, conquering this Fishman underwater town wouldn’t be difficult.”
“But…”
The youth worried that such an action would alarm other mermaid settlements.
The closer one approached the center of the Sea Eye, the closer the Fishman Towns were to each other.
If it caused a stir, that would be bad.
But without killing more Fishmen, when could the youth collect the complete Brown Scale bloodline?
As the youth hesitated, he noticed a group of Fishmen emerging from the town.
There were about 20 Fishmen, with the majority being ordinary Fishmen, four being Bronze Fishman fighters, one Black Iron Level Brown Scale Fishman, and one Bronze Level Fishman Spellcaster.
What drew the youth’s attention was not the Black Iron Fishman fighter, but rather the Spellcaster in the center of the group.
Until now, this was the first time the Fishman youth had seen a Spellcaster among the Fishman race.
He observed carefully and saw that the Fishman Spellcaster had deep Blue Scales. He sat on a chair with his eyes closed, in meditation.
The back of the chair was a large seashell, and from the front and back of the chair, two long poles extended. Each pole was carried on the shoulders of four Fishmen.
This Fishman Spellcaster had an imposing presence, with all limbs intact, yet rather than swimming by himself, he sat on the chair and was carried by others.
And that Black Iron Brown Scale Fishman swam at the very front of the group, leading the way.
“Within the Fishman race, the proportion of Transcendents was far lower than that of the Human Race. Fighters were few, and Fishmen with the aptitude for Spellcasting were even fewer. Hence, they held such status.”
“A Bronze Level Spellcaster can command a Black Iron fighter.”
“Of course, it’s also possible that the Spellcaster has a strong backing, able to control a Brown Scale Fishman with higher Cultivation through influence alone.”
The Fishman youth quietly observed, not rushing to make his move.
On one hand, the group of Fishmen had not long departed, and they were still relatively close to the town.
On the other hand, the youth wanted to get a clearer picture of the rare Fishman Spellcaster’s true abilities.
“Is he a Fishman Mage, a Shaman, or perhaps a bard?”
These three were all Spellcasting professions, yet they had their differences.
The youth patiently followed the Fishman group, watching for a long time, but did not witness the Spellcaster take any action.
Even when the youth deliberately attracted a swarm of sharks during the journey, endangering the group, he still didn’t see the Fishman Spellcaster make a move.
Instead, it became clear that the Brown Scale Fishman was not weak, commanding at least two sharp Combat Skills.
Seeing the group approaching another Fishman Sea Town, the youth decided it was time to act.
He resorted to his old tactics, boldly blocking the group’s path, pointing at the Brown Scale Fishman as a challenge.
The Fishman team was in an uproar, and the Fishman Spellcaster no longer kept his eyes closed to meditate, but slowly opened them.
He observed the Blue Scale Fishman youth, calling out several times, but he received no response from the youth.
The youth didn’t understand any Fishman Language at all.
The Fishman Spellcaster then slightly waved his hand, signifying for the Brown Scale Fishman to go into combat.
In his view, a Brown Scale Fishman of the Black Iron Level should be able to deal with this audacious Bronze Fishman.
But little did he expect, within a few exchanges, the Fishman youth had understood his opponent and charged at the Fishman Spellcaster.
The Fishman team was thrown into chaos in an instant.
The Fishman Spellcaster sprung up from the chair with a swish, darting a good distance away in the blink of an eye.
The other four Bronze Fishmen were yelling as they confronted the youth, surrounding him in a circle, attacking continuously.
The youth held a fish spear in one hand and a scimitar in the other, using both weapons together with exceptional combat skills.
Before long, the youth had disposed of these few Bronze Fishmen, and once again lunged at the Fishman Spellcaster.
The Fishman was casting a spell, standing in place, unable to move.
The rest of the ordinary Fishmen fearlessly attacked the youth, using their lives to stall the youth’s advance.
They bought only a limited amount of time with their sacrifices.
The Fishman Spellcaster took the opportunity to successfully cast a spell—a Teleportation Gate!
A blue oval light formation appeared at the bottom of the sea, with the other side of the light formation connecting to another mysterious place.
The youth was on full alert.
Soon, he saw a Brown Scale Fishman emerge from the Teleportation Gate.
The Fishman Spellcaster, while maintaining the Teleportation Gate, continued to call out to the second Brown Scale Fishman.
The Brown Scale Fishman weighed the iron hammer in his hand and with a fierce smile, pounced toward the youth.
Down he went.
The Fishman Spellcaster was shocked.
Two more Fishmen walked out from the Teleportation Gate.
Their scales were similar in color, and both wielded scimitars, one Black Iron, and one Bronze.
They howled as they charged at the youth.
They too went down.
The Fishman youth looked at the Fishman Spellcaster with a look of surprise; the latter kept maintaining the Teleportation Gate, without any other movements—it seemed that keeping this Teleportation Gate was the limit of his ability.
“This turns out to be a good opportunity.”
Intentionally, the Fishman youth did not bother the Fishman Spellcaster, just waited for the latter’s Fishman reinforcements to come one by one.
Then he confronted each one.
Several Fishman Transcendents fell at the hands of the youth in turn.
The Fishman Spellcaster was terrified.
On the one hand, he was daunted by the combat power of the youth; on the other hand, the youth’s eyes, always sparkling as they focused on him, sent shivers down his spine.
The youth kept fighting until the Fishman Spellcaster could no longer maintain the Teleportation Gate.
“Finally gathered enough Brown Scale Fishman Bloodline.”
“What kind of Spellcaster is this? You’re too much of a help to me.”
With great gratitude, the Fishman youth killed the Fishman Spellcaster, granting this pitiful Fishman a great release.
In the end, the youth used the Blood Core to transform all the Fishmen into Bloodline.
He temporarily named this Fishman Spellcaster’s Bloodline as Deep Blue Wise One Bloodline.
This thin and incomplete Bloodline gave the youth another surprise.
“This Bloodline contains genetic information… is it the language of the Fishmen?!”