With just that shout, many gazes on the deck were drawn to the scene.
Only two minutes in the water... Who's coming out?
As far as the eye can see, two figures suddenly appeared on the turbulent sea.
Jiu Zhou, Mo Shangjun.
The two who broke out of the sea surface, one after the other, removed their goggles in succession and breathed fresh air deeply.
Being in the sea, two minutes is already quite long, especially when fighting underwater, which requires more physical exertion. For those on the deck, the time flew by, but for the fighters underwater, it was a life-and-death struggle.
After taking a couple of breaths, Mo Shangjun wiped her face.
Turning around, she saw Jiu Zhou's meaningful gaze, faintly carrying heaviness and admiration.
Mo Shangjun gestured to him with a hand signal of concession.
"Who was the first to come out?" someone above asked.
"Jiu Zhou perhaps."
Someone guessed in response.
"Looks like Jiu Zhou lost."
"Damn, a month's worth of smelly socks!"
