Killing Intent in the Waterhole (2)

Muir dashed over to the walls of the waterhole, fixing himself there agilely like a bat. He rapidly turned and saw an extremely fast human figure.

That human figure charged straight for him. Muir clenched his left hand into a fish and was about to return a lethal attack when the other party suddenly stopped.

"It's you?" Bluepool let down his guard and waved his fishtail a little, sending out streams of currents underwater.

The merfolk was accustomed to the deep ocean region where the light rays were dark. Therefore, their eyes were extremely sensitive to light. In a place like this, Bluepool could see much clearer than Muir.

Muir relaxed as well. He had forgotten that merfolk was territorial as well. Therefore, he didn't take Bluepool's attack to heart, but he didn't feel guilty either. It was extremely normal for the strong to take over the territory of someone weak. Even if Bluepool was unwilling to give it to him, he must snatch away a piece of soil.