A Man Like None Other Chapter 6765 The show isn’t over yet
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- A gravely weakened girl is held captive on a stone pillar.
- A tense negotiation unfolds regarding a “Sea Soul Pearl” for the girl’s release.
- The captor insists on receiving the pearl before releasing the hostage, drawing a solemn threat from the Shui man.
The girl on the stone pillar was very weak, her face was as pale as paper, her breathing was weak and rapid, and the rise and fall of her chest became shallower.
His gaze fell on the middle-aged man above the waves, his lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something but no sound came out. Only three words could be vaguely seen in his mouth—”Disagree”
The middle-aged man of the Shui ethnic group clenched his fists while looking at the girl, his knuckles crackling and turning white like frost.
Her long, silver-white hair fluttered wildly in the sea breeze, like a flag torn by a storm.
He remained still for ten full breaths, each breath feeling like he was slicing his own flesh with a knife.
The five water cultivators behind him also clenched their fists, their dark red veins faintly visible under their indigo skin, like lava that was about to erupt.
“A Sea Soul Pearl,” said the middle-aged man in a trembling voice through tightly gritted teeth. “I can give you the Sea Soul Pearl. But you have to free that person first.”
The well-dressed man shook his head: “Let go of the pearl first, then let go of the person.”
“You don’t trust us water creatures?”
“I really don’t trust anyone.” The well-dressed man smiled, sat back in his chair, and picked up his teacup. “I will free that person once the beads arrive.”
He will stay here until then. Don’t worry, I’ll have someone give him some water; he wasn’t going to die any time soon.
The middle-aged man glared at the well-dressed man, his deep eyes churning with overflowing anger, like a tsunami about to break through a dam.
But in the end, he didn’t do anything.
He glanced sharply at the well-dressed man, then at the girl on the stone pillar, his voice filled with suppressed chill: “You will pay the price for your decision today. I swear in the name of the Water Tribe, this matter will not end here.”
“I’ll wait,” said the well-dressed man, still smiling.
The middle-aged man from the Shui ethnic group said no more.
His gaze swept across the island, stopping briefly on David.
Faint ripples flashed in those deep, ocean-like eyes, as if they had sensed something unusual.
His eyebrows twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
Then she turned around, her long silver-white hair flowing in the air in an arc, and went riding the waves.
The hundred meter tall giant wave slowly receded, disappearing into the void ocean like a receding tide.
The surging water wall receded layer by layer, turning into turbulent waves. The five aquatic cultivators followed closely, their figures disappearing beneath the deep blue sea.
The sea returned to calm, and the sun shone again on the island, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
The crowd on the island remained silent for a long time before finally erupting into even more noisy murmurs.