Black Sail
Chapter 153: CLIII. Mini Magician

Chapter 153: CLIII. Mini Magician

The dancer witnessed everything at the staircase. Her night had turned completely sour, and to make matters worse, there was now a fire to deal with, and she had an art exhibition waiting for her the day after tomorrow. It wasn’t time to stand around watching; she casually threw on a coat and agilely leaped from the second-floor corridor window onto the street, promptly vanishing without a trace.

The Water Pavilion Autumn Moon’s main hall on the first floor.

Although Lu’s fireball hadn’t killed a single pirate, it had ignited many of the wooden decorations, causing a blaze.

The security personnel here, seeing the terrifying scene, had all fled. With a monthly salary of just a dozen or so silver coins, who would gamble with their life?

Gawain’s gaze locked onto Liszt, deciding that killing the captain first should be the highest priority threat.

Morison’s crossbow arrows flew at him in rapid succession.

Gawain moved like a fleeting swan, his speed akin to skimming the ground, running faster than the arrows, and with a series of intricately curved steps, he easily dodged them all.

His weapon was the same as Archer’s, a type known as the Curved Sword, close to an S-shape but with much less curvature, its advantage being lighter and thinner but with more momentum, powerful and heavy-hitting, but its drawback was its difficulty in retracting.

He wielded two Great Curved Swords and was now closing in on Liszt.

A sudden gust of wind erupted, and the trajectory of his slashes was so swift that afterimages appeared, looking like serpents as they slashed toward Liszt.

Liszt, after Dreya’s reminder, had also trained with a sword in his left hand, making him notably more flexible than before.

With a backhanded draw, the might of the Junlin Sword burst forth.

How could even a Heroic Level adventurer stand against the Radiant Knight who had once dominated the Western Continent seven hundred years ago?

Even Major General of Aran Edmond was not an adversary.

The shadow from the Netherworld.

The unconquerable Junlin.

The undying phantom wielding the Junlin Sword came from another dimension, parrying and deflecting all attacks.

The explosive clanging of gold meeting iron reverberated non-stop.

Equipment was an adventurer’s second life.

Both of Gawain’s Curved Swords contained Magic Energy Material, but now cracks had appeared, and he found it unbelievable, hastily retreating while his arms trembled slightly. If it had not been for his ability to lessen some of the force, under that fearsome parry, both of his arms would have burst into a mist of blood.

Even so, the ulnar bone in his left arm had shattered, unable to support any force.

How could this be?

Just one exchange already had him at a disadvantage!

Morison drew his Fine-blade Short Sword and thrust it towards Gawain, aiming straight for the throat.

"What are you doing? This doesn’t look like you at all!"

Meredith made a roof-touching leap and chopped with her axe. The terrifying strength of her blow would have sent someone in heavy armor flying three or four meters away, yet she held the hundred-pound giant axe in one hand, blocking this lethal attack for Gawain.

Morison was unfazed, opening his cloak and swinging the hem, his whip blade meeting the axe head-on.

However, it couldn’t stop the giant axe at all; the colossal strength chopped down but hit nothing but air, as if sinking into the ocean. Morison sidestepped, brandishing the dagger and aiming straight for her throat.

Meredith was a Demon Swordsman, having advanced studies at the Arcane Academy.

She established a connection with the mysterious flows of the universe’s objective laws, manifesting miraculous powers.

The most basic of these were the Arcane Missile and the Arcane Impact, which were the purest forms of ether energy.

With a raise of her hand, six pristine grey prism-shaped missiles shot explosively towards Morison, their power no less than that of a musket, capable of blasting holes in flesh.

And at such close range, no one could dodge.

But it was merely a whirlwind of dazzling light.

As the Butterfly Knife spun wildly, the missiles were sliced into fragments. In this world, all Magic Techniques have a physical form, and with enough strength, one can shatter all spells.

Meredith had never seen such a technique before.

"You are quite good. Wearing armor is the basic respect you owe me,"

Morison said calmly because all he carried was scrap metal. Should he encounter well-crafted armor with Magic Rune Construction, he would lose many of his fancier tricks.

It meant that he had to rely on sheer force.

You could find all types of light weapons on Morison, including iron fist guards, but there wasn’t enough time; he couldn’t wear the Iron Boots in the midst of battle, otherwise, he would’ve shown the woman a proper performance.

With a fierce lash of his iron whip blade, Meredith stumbled back a few steps, pulling out a spear-like Spear Sword and entangling it with the whip blade in a reverse grip.

But Morison was just using this as a distraction to equip the iron fist guards, and in the blink of an eye, he had already retracted the whip blade, coiling it around his arm. It was time to practice his Fighting Technique.

Meredith’s brows were deeply furrowed. What was going on with this person?

With her left hand wielding a Giant Axe and her right hand a Riding Spear, she executed a Cross Slash. The gale mixed with an Etheric Shock burst forth, flinging open layers upon layers of cracks in the floorboards.

Morison’s left arm shot the Hook and with a pull brought himself to the ceiling, dodging this lethal strike. His whip blade latched onto Meredith’s Giant Axe, and in an instant, he closed the distance.

Such demonic tactics rendered all her experience useless. She could only instinctively flick her Riding Spear Sword, lunging with all her might.

But Morison was also able to change his trajectory mid-air, the arm holding the Hook altering his path, dangerously skimming over the Riding Spear.

"Damn it!"

Morison evaded the strike intended for him, which was now heading straight at Liszt. He immediately planted his sword into the ground, dissipating the arcane impact.

Gawain seized the opportunity, swinging his sword.

Liszt ducked, drawing out his Chain Mace, and smashed it towards Gawain’s right leg.

Bang Bang Bang!

Three ice-edged spikes were shot at Liszt by the invisible Magician, still casting spells.

One hit the Chain Mace squarely, causing Liszt’s hand to go limp and drop to the ground. He swiftly retreated, dodging another, but a third struck his ankle, pinning it to the floor.

"Fuck your mother..."

Liszt forcibly lifted his foot, ripping off skin and fascia, spurting fresh blood while the wound cauterized into black smoke and left a permanent scar.

"Find that Magician."

Liszt shouted, they had to capture that invisible Magician; otherwise, they were seriously disadvantaged.

Morison had already crossed over the Riding Spear.

His garment’s hem blade spun, striking endless sparks, showering like a waterfall.

Her vision was filled with fiery red as she instantly shielded her vital head with her Giant Axe.

Crash!

Morison landed a heavy punch on Meredith’s axe.

Her entire weight, along with all her gear, over three hundred pounds, was forcefully pushed back half a meter.

Then came another punch, driven with full strength, this time Morison put some real effort into it.

Boom!

The armor, constructed of Magic Runes, was directly shattered, leaving behind web-like cracks. The steel broke, and Meredith was sent flying five meters away, smashing against a stone column and raising dust and debris, with traces of blood appearing at the corners of her mouth.

Morison shook his hand, his Punch Peak sore. Having not practiced for a long time, he had grown weaker, just as he was about to finish off this woman.

Several Wind Blades approached.

Morison agilely dodged them all, leaving ghostly afterimages.

They had to find that invisibly hidden Magician, and fast.

About twenty pirates were searching for the Magician, whose Elemental Magic irritated them continuously, each time aiming for their weak spots.

However, everyone fell into a common fallacy that the Magician must be of normal human size.

Mika, using his body as bait, launched a sneak attack on Gawain but kept an eye on his surrounds.

As expected, Gawain, entangled by Liszt, couldn’t spare his attention, and several Wind Blades headed towards Mika.

Mika picked up shattered planks previously smashed by Meredith, using them as a shield, but the Wind Blades pierced through, weakening but still slashing three thumb-sized wounds into his arm.

"Twelve o’clock!"

Mika yelled towards Swan.

Swan was bewildered; it turned out to be a person with wings the size of a finger.

He had no choice but to remove his coat, descending from the sky, and wrapped the Elf in it.

Lu didn’t have time to react, her vision suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Let me go! You villains!"

A young girl’s voice echoed.

"It can speak."

Swan was astounded.