The previous surge of waves and the moist sea breeze stirred up by the Shaman drastically increased the humidity of the entire space, making even the spark from striking flint unable to catch fire, and the gunpowder clumped due to exposure to the damp air.
Lance's attempt to show off failed and his rhythm was interrupted, as he faced the Fishman Sword Saint head-on, forcing him to focus forward.
But all around him were Deep Divers wielding various weapons!
Earlier, Lance didn't know which bastard had cut him on the back twice, and although the Flesh Reconstruction healed him immediately, the burning pain lingered.
Some dog also jabbed at him with a Hooked Spear, luckily he reacted quickly, otherwise being hooked would have been troublesome.
Can't stop!
Fight on!
Since his clothes were already shredded, Lance had nothing left to fear.
"You ruined my clothes... you're digging your own grave!"
