It was all the time Ji'an needed.
She plummeted downward, gripping the cast-iron spatula with both hands, channeling a terrifying amount of hyper-dense mass into the kitchen utensil.
"Grand Banquet Technique: Shell-Cracking Strike!"
Since Ji'an's techniques weren't conventional in this world, they didn't have any fancy names or titles.
So Ji'an made up these ridiculous names herself, even flaunting them proudly, despite her Master cringing at every word she spilled out.
Anyway, Ji'an brought the spatula down directly onto the absolute center of the crab's cephalothorax, the only point on the shell weakened by the creature's own internal acid production.
KRA-KOOOOM!
The impact was cataclysmic.
A visible shockwave of displaced air and swamp water blasted outward in a perfect ring.
The impenetrable obsidian shell, capable of withstanding cannon fire, fractured with a deafening CRACK.
