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Strange rocks rose jaggedly, and mud and sand flew about.
The iron-black ship anchor smashed through the rock, trembling the ground, with bits of seaweed breaking off and floating away.
The leading strange fish, Tie Xiong, glanced at the ship anchor with iron chains and was quite surprised.
It had been a long time since he had seen one, and he was unaware when the Frog Tribe had switched to such strange and unusual weapons. But when faced with the Redskin Frog's questioning, Tie Xiong held his ground without yielding an inch, not only did he not retreat, but he swam half a body length forward, throwing out a challenge.
"Your Frog Tribe's territory is at least a thousand miles away from here. Since when has this become your turf? I, Boss Xiong, come and go as I please! I'm not only going to come here, but I'm also going to catch a couple of little frogs to fry and roast!"
"Rribbit, you push frogs too far! Today I must take your fish head!"
