Li Qing was trembling. The entire Heavenly Water Village knew where Han Fei got the Spirit Concentration Art, which Fang Ze gave to him after the Fishing Trial. But how long had it been since the end of the Fishing Trial? Had he acquired this Art so soon?
Now Li Qing just wanted to slap those who said that Han Fei was a waste. If a person like Han Fei was a waste, then who could be called a genius? Now he was very glad that he had betrayed the Tigers. Otherwise, he would have ended up in the stomachs of those leeches.
Han Fei was not in a hurry. He looked at Li Hu with a smile. "The Fishing Trial means to show us the cruelty of the ocean, doesn't it?"
"Huh?"
Li Qing didn't know what Han Fei meant by that, but he vaguely felt a trace of terror.
At this time, the fishing boats were already close to the central fishery. Some fishing boats appeared in the distance, and occasionally one or two fishing boats flew in the sky.