Black Sail
Chapter 154: CLIV. Blazing Fire

Chapter 154: CLIV. Blazing Fire

Almost half of the furnishings in the lobby were ablaze, consumed by the scorching heat of the fireball storm just now, a fierce red engulfing everything.

Even in the cold winter day, everyone’s forehead was dotted with fine beads of sweat.

Meredith struggled to stand up, the force of that punch was not something a human could deliver; in her weakened state, she had to abandon the Giant Axe, clutching only the Riding Spear.

One hand reached for her abdomen.

When steel reaches a certain threshold of hardness, its toughness greatly decreases, making it brittle and easily shattered.

But with Magic Rune Construction, one could significantly mitigate this drawback, enhancing the toughness.

Even so, that punch created cracks in her armor, not just from the impact of the punch, but also from the sharp, broken edges that sliced open her flesh, allowing blood to seep out.

Meredith’s hands were covered in it.

Gawain... you really screwed me over, your letter only mentioned formidable pirates, but this is a completely different situation, that disfigured face seems to have Hall-level standards, even if another companion arrived, they’d likely be no match.

Meredith was already contemplating retreat.

But that disfigured face had already broken through the armor, no longer confined to close combat.

The double-barreled shotgun was removed from his back; what followed was just a leisurely game, grinding this woman down until she was utterly drained.

When facing a single enemy, Morison of course loaded a solo deer bullet, and with a bang, the shot resounded piercingly.

Meredith, with both hands on her ostentatiously large Riding Spear, swept diagonally to deflect the bullet.

Click click...

Morison reloaded with one hand; it took less than a second, the double-barreled shotgun folding and closing, already reloaded.

Bang!

The shot hit right in the chest of her already-compromised armor, deepening the cracks.

One more shot seemed sure to kill Meredith.

Boom!

That shot was already on its way, faster than before, the loading speed less than half a second, the performance of the double-barreled shotgun barely keeping up, the second trigger pull releasing the shot at theoretical maximum speed.

In the blink of an eye,

a massive shield slammed heavily onto the ground, shattering wooden planks, and positioned itself in front of Meredith.

The solo bullet was futile against this shield.

"Don’t take it out on a lady, you bastard."

It was a towering monster over two meters tall, clad in armor as tight as canned goods, with a helmet on his head that left only a slit for the eyes.

In his right hand was a massive Warhammer; calling it a Warhammer seemed too modest—it was more like a steel column embedded into a Big Anvil, only slightly smaller than the surface area of a table.

Weighing no less than two hundred pounds.

The armor, a pure ivory white, stood there like an iron tower.

It was the last companion Gawain had called for.

Because he couldn’t find the way, and the Compass positioning was very vague, he smashed through several walls from the tea house upstairs, arriving at the brothel on the second floor.

He then directly smashed the floor and dropped down from above.

The floorboards were smashed into a big dent by his impact.

"Goon after goon just keeps showing up, huh?"

Morison called the Heroic Level adventurers goons, actually a ploy to mess with their heads; these people did possess some skill, but none were on par with Zahak, let alone that poker-playing fellow from a few days prior.

Because of sea battles, they typically wore Leather Armor, so Morison didn’t carry heavy weapons.

Furthermore, although Morison wasn’t wearing armor, the load was not light and would severely hinder his speed.

But to go up against this sort of tin can with a light weapon was akin to seeking death.

He snapped his whip, picking up Meredith’s dropped Double-edged Battle Axe from the ground and gripping it in his hand; the hundred-pound axe spun around in his hand like a foam board, getting used to its weight.

The tin can man hesitated slightly, Meredith was already wounded, is this type of person really a pirate?

Over with Liszt.

Under the might of the Junlin Sword, Liszt gained an overwhelming advantage, as no attack could touch him, and to make matters worse for Gawain, he had already sustained a broken arm.

The Black Sail Captain’s fighting style was also incredibly aggressive, not hitting with a sword in his left hand, he was still able to wield a Warhammer that weighed over twenty pounds with just one hand, relentless in his attack.

While not as massive as the tin can man’s giant anvil, a hit from the Frost Rhododendron Blood-crying would leave one dead or crippled if not protected by armor.

At last, Liszt found an opportunity.

Crack.

The Junlin Sword directly sliced through his Great Curved Sword, burning it into two halves amid billowing black smoke.

Gawain inwardly cursed his bad luck as he swiftly dodged, the Warhammer just grazing past his shoulder, a near miss that was all too dangerous.

And there was Lord Mika fighting dirty, a supposedly righteous two-on-one.

Kicking a man when he’s down.

Aiming for the major artery in Gawain’s leg, the axe chopped down with quick, precise brutality. Blood competed to rush out. Battling through the bone-crunching pain and severe exhaustion, now with severe blood loss, Gawain only felt a sweeping darkness before him. With no strength left, he weakly swung the half of the Curved Sword before toppling to the ground.

Whereas Morison was fighting a two-on-one.

Meredith had also regained her composure, channeling arcane power into her Riding Spear and Spear Sword, altering their properties temporarily, making them as light as a feather.

With the grace of a Royal Ceremonial Guard wielding a sword, though terrifying in size, Meredith brandished the Riding Spear upright before her and began a series of rapid thrusts. Within moments, she delivered seven stabs, so fast afterimages appeared, and her lunging posture kept pressing forward.

Morison, wielding the Giant Axe, desperately parried, with sparks flying in a room already ablaze, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

It seemed like Meredith’s final burst of strength, momentarily overcoming Morison.

The man with the Big Anvil too, swept in from Morison’s side.

Without his armor, Morison would surely be smashed into a pulp if the hammer hit him.

It had been a long time since he’d faced such peril.

Two powerful foes together didn’t add up; they exponentially increased the difficulty.

But even so.

Even a Heroic Level adventurer had never faced such a monster.

Morison’s sleeves, his shoes, they all ejected dagger blades as he rolled on the ground to evade.

Those blades.

They were his means of movement, like the limbs of a cheetah.

A cheetah made of light.

Morison’s skills, as he had once told the Count of Londen, couldn’t be learned, only fate would decide if one could withstand them.

For there were no techniques to speak of.

Just.

An extension of killing intent instinct, muscle memory, the rhythm coming from primal chaos.

Bang!

The Riding Spear collided with the anvil, a massive humming sound bursting forth. Meredith and the man with the Big Anvil, even as they pulled back, were both forced to retreat two steps.

Blades wildly pierced the floor, sending out countless wood chips. Morison, like a spinning blade, swept in an arc from the wall to the ceiling.

The Double-edged Battle Axe whirled around him with overwhelming force, the winds it generated spreading out in a circle, sweeping the fire to one side.

Then, suddening turning towards the man with the Big Anvil.

Though it happened late, it all took place in the blink of an eye.

Sparks erupted from the heavy armor on the man’s back, like a waterfall, and the edges of the immense axe sliced through—a shallow scratch that deepended multifold, piercing the armor in an instant.

A red line appeared on his back, followed by a violent outpouring of blood, and he fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Mika was stunned. Brother Sha was invincible indeed; even against two, he overwhelmingly dominated!

Bang!

Swan delivered a chop with his hand from behind, striking Meredith on the back of her neck. This sneak attack made her faint on the spot.

He didn’t kill her, seeing that the other two seemed beyond saving. They needed a living mouth to pry some information from.

Seeing things come to an end, Morison discarded his Giant Axe and wiped the blood from his face without any reservation, casually walking over to a decorative pond to wash his face.

"Damn it, Bounty Hunters that cause such a big scene, this is only the second time."

Liszt sheathed the Junlin Sword. General Fen and the others were in danger, but given Fen’s capabilities, he should be able to hold on.

"What about the Magician?"

Liszt asked.

"Right here."

Swan pulled out a coat he was using as a wrap, with something fluttering inside like a moth.

"You actually understand... ’Shrink’ magic!"

Liszt was immensely shocked.

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