Chapter 67

A massive fish, nearly two meters long, opened its mouth wide, revealing teeth like small daggers, comparable to a shark's. This was a fierce predator of the sea.

Its mouth was large enough to swallow Tang Zhendong whole.

Tang Zhendong, in his evasive move, hooked his fingers into the gills of the fish. The gills of such a large fish were like a large fan, and Tang Zhendong's hand grabbed the soft flesh behind the gills, gripping it firmly.

When the fish realized that Tang Zhendong had grabbed the soft tissue near its gills, it became furious, suddenly speeding up in the water and occasionally scraping Tang Zhendong, who was clinging to its belly, against the sharp coral.

Tang Zhendong, with his free hand, gathered his internal strength and struck the fish's lower jaw. One strike, two strikes, ...

As Tang Zhendong swung his palm and gathered his internal strength, the air in his lungs was rapidly depleting. However, Tang Zhendong had no time to think about it; he only wanted to seize this opportunity of close contact to deliver a powerful blow to the fish. He didn't know how many times the fish had circled with him, and he had no time to care about the thinning air in his lungs. He continued to strike, one palm after another.

The power of Tang Zhendong's palm was far beyond that of an ordinary person who could break a few bricks. It wasn't the kind of force that could shatter stone, but rather an internal force that penetrated deep inside, leaving no external damage but affecting the internal organs.

At some point, the fish stopped moving, and Tang Zhendong was also exhausted, unable to muster any strength in his arms.

Using the buoyancy of the water, Tang Zhendong dragged the fish to a reef, wedging it between two crevices. He was too tired to drag the fish, which weighed several hundred pounds, onto the shore.

Tang Zhendong climbed onto the exposed reef, which was not very large, and stretched out his arms, lying on his back. The sun was directly overhead, scorching the reef, but Tang Zhendong felt nothing. After resting for a while, he recovered some strength.

From the time Tang Zhendong encountered the fish until now, three hours had passed. He had either been swimming to chase the fish or fighting it, with no time for rest.

After resting for a while, Tang Zhendong sat up and looked around. This was no longer the beach where he had played with Yu Qingying and others. The beach where they had played was flat, with reefs but also a flat sandy shore.

But here, it was a cliff, with rugged rocks and protruding reefs, a paradise for seabirds. Various colored seabirds were perched on the cliff.

This place seemed familiar? Tang Zhendong carefully recalled the events, and he remembered that he had seen this reef when he surfaced to breathe during the struggle with the fish.

Was the large clam he had seen earlier here? Tang Zhendong remembered the pitch-black pearl inside the large clam. When the clam opened its largest shell, Tang Zhendong's eyes met the black pearl, and it seemed as if the world turned to night, the sea becoming pitch black. However, when he looked away, the feeling disappeared.

Could the pearl be here?

Tang Zhendong took a few deep breaths and dived into the sea.

The traces of his struggle with the fish were long gone, and the water in this area was still relatively clear. This was a cliff, and few residents or tourists of the Kongtong Island came here. Even if they did, they would only look from the top of the cliff, and almost no one ventured into this part of the sea.

The water below was clear, and there was no more turbid mud stirred up by the fish.

However, there was no large clam. Perhaps the clam had closed and blended in with the reef, making it difficult for Tang Zhendong to spot it despite his careful search.

In his memory, this was the area where he had surfaced to breathe, but why couldn't he find the large clam? Could it have moved? This was clearly impossible, as it was too large, weighing over a hundred pounds, and ordinary currents couldn't move it.

Thinking about breathing, Tang Zhendong suddenly remembered a question. He had searched underwater for a long time without surfacing to breathe, but he hadn't felt any shortness of breath. What was going on?

Could he have reached the realm of innate internal strength that his master had spoken of? Could he maintain his activities with the true qi in his body without needing to exchange air with the outside world?

Tang Zhendong felt a different kind of joy. Although he hadn't found the large clam, he had unknowingly broken through to the innate realm.

Tang Zhendong didn't leave the water but pondered how he had achieved this breakthrough. It was probably during the struggle with the fish, as he struck the fish repeatedly, his chest's air quickly depleted. However, he had no time to surface for air because he couldn't escape the fish's teeth, and even if he could, surfacing would mean being swallowed by the fish.

In that moment, Tang Zhendong was in a state of self-forgetfulness, with no time to worry about his breathing or his life. His mind was focused on one thing: to defeat the fish.

It was either you die or I live.

In this state of self-forgetfulness, Tang Zhendong broke through to the innate realm of internal breathing, a realm that martial artists dream of. It was a case of losing in one area but gaining in another.

As Tang Zhendong was lost in thought, the large reef he was sitting on suddenly began to rise, startling him. He leaned back and pulled his legs away, narrowly avoiding the large clam's attempt to clamp down on his leg.

If the large clam had clamped down on his leg, even with his innate strength, Tang Zhendong might not have been able to break the steel-like shell and escape.

Tang Zhendong flipped backward and steadied himself on another reef. The buoyancy of the water couldn't lift his feet, which were weighed down by the true qi in his body.

Tang Zhendong stood firm like a spear, looking at the large clam.

This time, the clam did not reveal its large black pearl, but as the clam's flesh moved with the water, the white flesh was tinged with a misty black.

This was the large clam that housed the giant black pearl.

However, the force of the clam's opening and closing was immense, and even at his peak, Tang Zhendong wasn't entirely confident he could pry open the two large shells.

And now, he was in a state of exhaustion, slowly recovering.

"Tang Zhendong!"

"Tang Zhendong!"

As Tang Zhendong was deep in thought about how to obtain the black pearl inside the large clam, he heard faint shouts from the surface. He was startled, remembering that Yu Qingying was still waiting for him on the shore! It had been several hours, and they must be worried sick. Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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