Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan left, ignoring Tuis’ ridicule.

Tuis’ face darkened as he watched them leave.

Tuis was not a kind and gentle person. He believed the most effective way to make people respect the Tuis Family was to make them fear them. He was never going to forgive Mo Fan, who kept disrespecting him so easily, or that b**ch Asha’ruiya!

He knew Asha’ruiya had gone to eat breakfast with Mo Fan at Chinatown early in the morning the next day after what had happened. She did not even bother keeping it a secret.

They might have stumbled into one another coincidentally if they grabbed lunch or dinner together, or perhaps they had something important to discuss. However, their relationship was obviously not simple if they ate breakfast together. Anyone could easily guess they must have done some intense exercise the previous night, as it was the only reason they would eat breakfast together early in the morning! After all, young people nowadays would normally sleep until noon if they did not go to work!

A monkey and a vixen, what a perfect match! Tuis swore he was going to make them both pay!

“Master Tuis, it’s too hard to look for it in the sea. It won’t leave any traces behind. We need your help to track it down,” Lucas said respectfully.

“That creature isn’t the one that destroyed Green Sprouts Island,” Tuis declared.

“Her Highness Izisha hopes you can capture it. People are doubting the Parthenon Temple, but the two young Saintesses aren’t doing much to answer their doubts. If we can capture it to comfort the people, they will believe Izisha and you are capable of dealing with the Tyrant Titans, even if it isn’t the culprit that destroyed the Green Sprouts Island. We will write the names of those who died in the tragedy with its blood!” Lucas said sternly.

“I understand,” Tuis nodded.

It was obvious that Izisha wanted him to prove his capabilities. Wasn’t that simple?

It also turned out that useless Mo Fan had failed to defeat the Tyrant Titan. It was time to teach that monkey the difference between them!

“Come with me, follow the direction the moon is falling to,” Tuis ordered them.

“Should…should we call for backup? Only a few members of the Red Pine Hunter Group have survived. They were a first-tier Hunter Group!” Lucas asked.

“That won’t be necessary. We have more than enough. I don’t want to waste too much time on it. Let’s go!”

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Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan had saved a few members of the Red Pine Hunter Group who were soaked in the sea. They were in a terrible state, as they had either lost their limbs or half of their faces.

“F**k me, why did I think we were strong enough to take on a Silver Moon Tyrant Titan?” Akamatsu, the leader of the Red Pine Hunter Group, cried remorsefully.

Half of his face was ruined. He had managed to escape from the Tyrant Titan, but when he saw so many of his men get killed, he had an urge to lie in the water in despair and sink to the bottom of the sea!

“The Tyrant Titans don’t really show up a lot, so it’s difficult to evaluate their actual strength. I bet the guys who killed a Tyrant Titan and boasted about the loot they got never mentioned how high the piles of their comrades’ corpses were!” Mo Fan patted the Hunter on the shoulder.

“I’ve always wanted to do something impressive. I was planning to retire after this, but I didn’t expect things would turn out like this,” Akamatsu sighed.

“Something impressive also means the risk involved is beyond your capabilities. It’s normal for accidents to happen. It has nothing to do with whether you’re going to retire or not. Look at me, I’ve never said things like that. There’s only a harder job instead of the last job!” Mo Fan pontificated.

“Young man, you are an optimistic one. Either way, thank you for saving me and my brothers. Those knights are only concerned about tracking down the Tyrant Titans, they couldn’t care less about us… I’ll bring them home to treat their injuries. Come find me in Tokyo if you go to Japan. I’ll bring you to Soapland so you can glorify your country. (Cough cough), pardon me, I shouldn’t be saying that about my homeland,” Akamatsu apologized.

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan were left speechless too.

“You mean a cultural exchange! After all, your country is way ahead in that field than ours. Our country has such a high population because the teachers in your countries are devoted to their work. We’ve learned a lot of postures that we have never seen from the books… ugh, I meant culture!” Mo Fan said.

“How humble of you, we shall meet again. Feel free to contact us if you need any help!”

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Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan said goodbye to the Red Pine Hunter Group and followed the meandering path out of the city to head back to Harper’s inn.

Mo Fan recalled Zhao Manyan had something to tell him along the way.

“Have you heard of spatial cracks?” Zhao Manyan asked.

Mo Fan shook his head.

“Seriously? Aren’t you a Chaos Mage? How do you not know what the Spatial Crack spell is? It’s an ability of the Chaos Element above the Advanced Level. It can tear the plane we are in apart and shred everything!” Zhao Manyan explained.

“My Chaos Element is too weak. I haven’t learned the spell yet,” Mo Fan explained awkwardly.

He should spend some time on his Chaos Element. Little Loach had leveled up recently, so his cultivation speed was probably like a rocket now. The Chaos Element had many useful abilities. They might come in handy when he went up against a strong opponent!

“The things it can shred include our defensive spells, like a rock shield, a light barrier, a water curtain, or a wind wall… pretty much everything,” Zhao Manyan pointed out.

“I know, so please get to the point,” Mo Fan sighed.

“I’m getting there. Didn’t you notice how the space around us was breaking when it used the silver light? It was strong enough to crack open our plane, similar to the Spatial Crack spell. That means it could shred my defenses, even if they were ten times or a hundred times stronger!” Zhao Manyan declared.

It was tiring to explain theories to an illiterate. What the heck did Mo Fan do when he was in primary school?

“These Spatial Cracks, can they really shred anything?” Mo Fan asked directly.

“Let’s use sand as an example. If there was a lot of sand forming a huge thick wall, do you think it could stop a truck?” Zhao Manyan asked him.

“Sure!” Mo Fan nodded along.