Six tons of pitted iron tore through the humid river air, whistling like a headsman’s spade.
Lu Chen threw the huge mass with his whole frame. That turned upon the balls of his calloused feet and used his bronze-heavy spine as a rigid lever.
The stored power within his tightly packed bronze marrow unloaded in a single, explosive impulse.
The ten-thousand-pound anchor tore through the morning fog in a low, level arc.
CRACK!
The four-fluked iron head smashed directly into the Catfish Patriarch’s bloated chest.
The impact caved in the beast’s chest bone with the sound of a wagon wheel crushing dry firewood.
Boiled scales, jelly-like river fat, and black, rotting demon blood exploded across the timber raft.
