Everyone's scalp tingled as they felt a surge of nausea, like they were about to pass out. The wine glasses in their hands shattered with a crash.
The sound was terrifying, and those few foolish women who were close by fainted instantly.
The other passengers were retreating frantically.
Some retreated into the cabins, others to a distance, looking uncertainly towards the front.
In front, only Su Chen, Li Yingqiong, and Qiao Yue remained. These three were martial artists, so they could withstand it.
"You brat, go die!"
Oishi Eiji was frenzied, radiating an aura of sheer terror that even made the deck crack.
The very next moment, it looked like it would collapse.
But that's when Su Chen moved.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Oishi Eiji.
Crack!
A palm had seized Oishi Eiji's skull.
Buzz!
Oishi Eiji's berserk energy, like a tornado, dissipated in an instant, and the deck ceased cracking, much to the relief of many.
