Black Sail
Chapter 152: CLII. Polar Reversal

Chapter 152: CLII. Polar Reversal

The Dancing Lady, upon seeing that Morison was still gripping her tightly, immediately resorted to a woman’s kill move, starting to scream.

But her voice barely emerged

when Morison tightly covered her mouth.

With her strength, she could not move at all, her wrist also pinned down; with her free hand, she punched Morison’s abdomen fiercely.

But Morison was armored with weapons.

Striking against metal, her knuckles already began to bruise and bleed beneath the skin.

"It’s no fun, you can go,"

Morison lost interest, released the Dancing Lady, and sat back down, pouring himself another drink.

The Dancing Lady’s chest heaved rapidly as she glared at Morison with disdain before turning and walking away.

"Don’t you want the money? After all, I did pour a drink; consider it water under the bridge."

Morison was a man of principle.

The Dancing Lady was utterly shocked, eyeing the glittering gold coins on the table. What a strange person, to be so generous? A hundred thousand copper coins, just like that... cast into the water?

It was too bizarre, unheard of.

"Keep it for your coffin, dead pirate."

The Dancing Lady, clutching her painful hand, smelled the salty stench that had seeped into her clothes and, leaving these words behind, departed without looking back.

"That’s quite something,"

Morison was not angry, recognizing that this wild one, once crossed, would truly be a deadly encounter—no pleasure to be had at all.

Liszt was extremely shocked. So, Brother Sha was the real expert, enjoying a high-end dancing lady’s drink pouring and breast adornment for free—too impressive.

Additionally, Liszt, with his expertise, noticed that Morison had somewhat got the measure of the Dancing Lady; an impression had been made, and if fate allowed a second encounter, they would connect effortlessly.

The three watched Lord Mika operate, and even Mika felt uneasy under their gaze, knowing that Bounty Hunters were on their heels, he bade the two ladies leave.

Liszt didn’t know when the Bounty Hunters would strike, but it was likely to be tonight; he needed to make another plan.

This seat was chosen by Swan, allowing observation of the area behind via a decorative mirror on the wall.

"They’ve arrived, the one who’s been following us and a woman in armor. She must be his accomplice."

Swan had already stood up, his poisoned dagger ready for a decisive strike once the target rounded the corner.

"That was too quick!"

Liszt was impressed; it was as if his wish were granted.

"Fighting head on, is that brave?"

Morison didn’t draw any weapons but stood up empty-handed, also watching the decorative mirror with a hint of boldness.

"Damn it."

Mika drew his short-handled axe, knowing he was far stronger than the common troops, at least self-preservation was no issue.

But Liszt had other strategies in mind.

Ten seconds later.

Bang!

Meredith’s double-edged battle axe slashed the wooden partition into splinters, but the booth was empty, with only a table of food and drinks left.

Security personnel from the venue closed in; how could they allow this mad woman to make trouble?

"If you want to keep this place running, don’t interfere. Taking your arms or legs off wouldn’t be a big deal for me."

Meredith continued to chop the surrounding booth partitions with her axe; all the customers panicked and fled, the prostitutes screamed, and the performers on stage scattered. In a short while, all the guests were gone, leaving only the twenty-odd pirates brought by Black Sail.

Seeing the ferocity of this mad woman, no security personnel dared to step forward to block her.

Gawain really couldn’t resist Meredith, and was forced to follow her. Stroking his chin, he was puzzled; even if they entered directly, they wouldn’t have been alerted.

Suddenly Gawain felt Meredith’s choice was more astute; they had been detected long ago, and waiting to ambush them unaware would only lead them into a deeper trap.

"Lu, ready for battle."

Gawain drew out his great curved sword; were those people lying in ambush around them, with himself as the prey? Where had it all gone wrong?

It had to be after entering the Great Wetland; otherwise, he would have been killed already.

So they’ve been stringing me along, trying to catch me all at once and eliminate any future trouble, huh?

Lu quickly moved to Gawain’s shoulder, ready to unleash elemental magic at any moment.

"Damn it, daring to dampen my spirits."

A pirate drew his scimitar, his face as dark as water, ruining such a beautiful night with the interference of some blind fools.

"No worries, they can be killed, they’re pirates."

Gawain reminded Meredith; it’d be a disaster to be charged with killing civilians. Hence, previously Meredith only spoke of breaking limbs—as for these shady characters, compensation was often settled with medical costs.

Meredith didn’t waste words. The worst species in the world was pirates; rebels without a fear of death, killing a trillion wouldn’t evoke a hint of emotion.

His double-edged axe cut through the air, tonnage of strength making it unstoppable, utterly devastating.

The pirate looked set to be cleaved in half at the waist.

How could treasured personnel for robbing trains be so easily killed?

Bang!

A flying knife exploded through the air, the whooshing sound like thunder, striking the axe with a force comparable to a cannonball. Meredith’s hands stalled, feeling a slight numbness in his palms.

Such mighty power!

Meredith could hardly believe it; was this really workable with a flying knife?

Lord Mika made a dirty move, his personal concoction of the Flying Electric Snake Demon’s gland mixed with a gaseous neurotoxin was absolutely a weapon of war. He had given it to Morison, whose aim was naturally far beyond his own.

Bang!

Flasks continued to be thrown one after another, unavoidable, exploding upon contact with Meredith’s armor.

"It’s gas poison!"

Gawain quickly held his breath as Meredith got hit square on, the toxin spreading nearly instantaneously.

"I’ll help you!"

Lu didn’t slack off for a moment, instantly casting a magic technique, sending out a blast of steam and a gusting wind from her hands. The airborne poison hadn’t even reached Meredith’s neck before it was completely blown away, dissipating into the wind.

"Damn, there’s a magician."

Mika hadn’t expected that, as magicians were rare. Most magicians were weak low-level adventurers who performed mere tricks. This caliber was at least of Honor Level.

Meredith, after gauging the direction of the throw, had spotted the three from Black Sail, but that Tiger-man wasn’t on their side.

About twenty pirates surrounded Gawain and Meredith, sealing them in tightly.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Carrying flintlock guns, the pirates shot at the two, triggers clicking, filling the air with gunsmoke.

Meredith positioned his axe above his head, rendering the bullets that struck his armor completely ineffective, and those aiming for his face were parried by the axe’s edge.

Gawain’s swordsmanship was confusing, deflecting each of the three bullets fired at him.

Each person here had their own unique brand of magic, full of variety and oddity. For experts, dynamic vision and reaction speed were sufficient to evade firearms.

"Damn pirates, all using dirty tricks!"

Lu wielded a strong elemental affinity, nearly masterful in all magic techniques. She spread her hands, releasing a barrage of fireballs at the pirates.

A veritable rain of fireballs, dozens, if not hundreds, exploding among them.

The pirates couldn’t take the hits head-on, scrambling to find cover. Only two were caught in the flames, but fortunately, they were at the Water Pavilion Autumn Moon and quickly dove into the decorative pool to douse the fire.

"Did you see that sorcerer?"

Liszt had been looking for a while and found nothing, as if chasing a ghost.

"No, it’s like they’ve turned invisible."

Mika scanned around but only saw one man and one woman.

Liszt realized he couldn’t hold back; capturing them alive would be ideal, but they couldn’t risk their men for that.

They were worthy adversaries, not your ordinary Bounty Hunters.

"Strip them of their gear."

Liszt also called forth his Junlin Sword, those who followed from the Great Wetland were no ordinary folk.