Yang Zhen followed Su Mo's line of sight toward the pond.
Then his eyes widened.
"…Wow."
Beneath the crystal-clear surface, enormous shadows drifted unhurriedly. Each fish was sleek and thick-bodied, muscles rippling faintly as they moved, exuding a sense of terrifying power.
"They're almost the size of tuna!" Yang Zhen exclaimed in disbelief. "I never knew archer fish could grow this big!"
Curiosity got the better of him. He crouched down and leaned closer to the water, squinting to get a clearer look.
Right then—
*Whoosh!*
A sharp, explosive crack tore through the air.
Before Yang Zhen could even react, a compressed jet of water screamed past his face, missing his head by less than a finger's width. The sheer pressure pushed his hair straight back.
*BOOM!*
The water bullet slammed into a tree dozens of meters away. The trunk caved inward violently, exploding with a thunderous sound. Bark and splinters sprayed everywhere as if the tree had been struck by artillery.
