The purplish-brown sour jujube tree was covered in sharp hard thorns, forming a natural wolf fang club.
The fishman weighed the club in his palm, then struck it hard towards the red robe wizard in front of him.
Zheng Qing's body floated to the other side in a bizarre posture, avoiding the fishman leader's attack.
"Hiss... So... I hate wizards... Hiss!" Iseni bared his sharp teeth, a hint of impatience showing in his round rolling eyes.
Since freeing himself from the wizard's binding spell, he had swung his arm six or seven times, but hadn't hit the slippery young wizard even once.
"... If we were in water... hiss... I'd give you two rows of dorsal fins... hiss..." Iseni panted, struggling to open his mouth wide, trying to draw more moisture from the air.
"I wouldn't go in the water to bother you." Zheng Qing slumped on the ground, pulled a bittersweet smile, and pulled the vine around his waist.
