"Open your mouth wider! Wider!"
"Very good, hold it there, southeast corner, Fatty, charge!"
The yellow bag tied around its neck fluttered like a bright yellow scarf.
Old Toad took a martial stance, breathing deeply into his dantian, belly jutting out, arms entwined with two long whiskers, pulling vigorously upward. He lifted Fatty's head, full of fighting spirit, just like a handsome knight reining in his steed!
Long tail stirring, the fins slapping the waves.
The vortex spread out, and the water surface within a ten-mile radius suddenly dropped by thirty feet, forming a slope, and over a dozen ships tilted, masts colliding. The massive hundred-foot body crashing into the river, producing a thunderous roar.
One great ship after another shattered easily, a large amount of military grain falling from the hull, swelling in the water, and then getting swallowed into the bottomless fish belly.
This was the signature move that made the Fat Catfish famous.
The Death Vortex!
