Black Sail
Chapter 339: CCCXXXIX. Twenty Years of Skill

Chapter 339: CCCXXXIX. Twenty Years of Skill

Shadi’s group specifically took charge, inserting themselves circuitously to support the other seven teams.

The Black Sail trio knew the terrain of Heaven Port the best—brothels, casinos, hotels, which alleys had seen violence, and which corners they had been attacked in; all were vividly clear in their minds.

Leading the way at the forefront, Shadi initially headed to support the nearest flank troop, the people of the Seventh Amendment.

The flank troops had already been dispersed by the Chimera. From the main thoroughfare to the right wing, crossing multiple alleys, they had encountered scattered small enemy units, grouping in tens, blocking and killing those Black Sails Alliance soldiers who were separated in the scattered formation.

Gawain and several others were Heroic Level adventurers, and Celeste’s subordinates were all high-level intelligence personnel. Dealing with these small-scale enemy units was merely a matter of confrontation.

They were all splattered with blood. From all around, clusters of gunfire, the clash of iron, along with screams—both human cries and monster roars—could be continually heard.

Traveling on their way, fighting while moving, they had not yet met anyone from the flank troops. This made Shadi extremely anxious—if they were broken through to the rear, even the formidable Ox Twelve Team could not withstand such a mass of people.

The ally troops were nowhere to be seen.

However, they encountered something exceedingly shocking along the way. They came across a woman with wheat-colored skin who, along with a few others from the inn she ran, had been continuously searching the island for Shadi and, despite significant peril, had finally found him.

"Big sis! What are you doing here?"

Shadi had never been so lost for words.

The innkeeper had not slept well in two months. Seeing Shadi, she found her pillar of strength; life seemed hopeful again. She knew in her heart that Shadi would never leave Black Sail. Given that, she would only join him and race recklessly to their bitter end.

"I will fight alongside you!"

She declared resolutely.

"This place is very dangerous. Return to the mainland of the Western Continent! Don’t interfere with the matters of the sea."

Shadi was dumbfounded.

As the roar of the Chimera reached them, detecting their presence, two stitched-together monsters stomped so hard the cobblestone ground cracked, shaking the earth, their mouths gaping, teeth revealed with remnants of fabric and human tissue still sticking on them.

"All Black Sail people... have major cavemen magic, right?"

Chuan Che felt incredibly foolish, having been tricked into coming overseas and into fighting in Doringger, purely becoming a dupe. If it weren’t for the money this gig paid, which also allowed him to obtain an official position, he would have long fled.

He charged straight at a Chimera. The exoskeleton-like portions of his Arm Armor expanded, forming a pair of semi-mobile Magic Energy mechanized giant hands. Each thick steel fist, connected to his fingers, moved as he exerted force.

The monster charged, pulling up public facilities along with cobblestones in its path.

Chuan Che didn’t dodge. Facing directly towards the gaping mouth, he leaped up, one steel hand against the upper jaw, the other against the lower, hanging himself in mid-air. The monster’s biting force couldn’t budge him; he then ripped it apart, and fresh red plasma gushed out. To ensure it wouldn’t come back to life, he formed a fist and delivered a fiercely dominant blow.

Centered on the Punch Peak, the enormous force vibrated downwards, pressing it into black mush, leaving a five-meter diameter dent in the ground.

The other monster, faced against this terrifying squad, had no strength to resist; within moments, it was slashed by intelligence personnel and Gawain into immobility.

The cuisine of the Gion Kingdom, the best of the Western Continent, included everything from the sky to the ground, all sorts of Magic Beasts.

"These things shouldn’t be mixed together, bastard."

Archer muttered to himself, leaping onto the spine of the Chimera, his Curved Sword dancing like a butcher’s knife, performing a deconstruction of the beast in every sense, targeting joints and vital weaknesses explicitly.

In just a few breaths, the entire Chimera was dismembered, pieces large and small, all completely drained of blood, processed into what looked like ingredients—eye meat, tendons, breast meat, ribs, inner and outer loin, scattered all around.

Everyone was stunned, having never seen such skill before.

Swan was in shock because he had been on the ship for over half a year and this was the first time he had seen Archer in action; this man despised and rejected more than any normal person yet was incredibly capable.

Only Shadi understood, this caveman Archer only ever showed his true skill when delivering his Oath of Loyalty. At other times, he was more boastful than Rein.

There was absolutely no time for conversation with the innkeeper.

"If you want to die, follow us."

It wasn’t the time. Shadi, clear about priorities, didn’t delay a second and immediately led the others to provide support.

At the Seventh Amendment’s position.

Ban’s forces were exhausted in dealing with the Chimera and numerous skilled pirates coming out of Doringger Castle—there were no mere foot soldiers.

Doringger’s long-standing strategy was always to prefer quality over quantity, distributing money only to influential people, seeking either intellectual or exceptionally skilled warriors in their ranks.

And here, the Peak Competition Captain, along with many key members, had already surrounded Ban and his close confidants inside a building.

"Not bad, even capable of holding off the Murder King."

Ban’s six-barreled machine gun ceased spinning, the cross-shaped bullet chains on his chest and abdomen had been completely fired, and since it was live ammunition, if there had been any splash damage, that tall figure would have been dead.

The enemy captain, hailing from the Far East Islands, wielded a smoking sharp tachi, deflecting all bullets as he spun.

For a moment, Ban and his men were completely encircled, and his confidants couldn’t break through the blockade of key opponents.

Just when they were preparing for a desperate last stand.

Shadi and his support troops arrived, none of them being ordinary fighters.

Especially the strongest among them, Chuan Che, who cut through the ranks as if entering no man’s land, in comparison, Shadi, Archer, and others had inferior information than Swan.

Matchless fighting skills, the flurry of blows felt like a thousand hands, could only belong to Thousand-Armed Shura, a figure registered as Hall-level by the adventurer’s guild.

The fact that Liszt could command such a figure made Swan rather cautious, not someone you could meet at any time, a celebrity among celebrities.

"Just in time!"

As part of the KB organization, Ban, who preferred firearms over swords, had handy Magic Energy Weapons, pulling the trigger to concentrate arcane energy at the muzzle, and blasting it toward the tachi-wielding enemy captain.

Just one energy bullet.

One slash split it.

What followed was relentless Hall-level striking, Chuan Che moved as fast as lightning, punching out a hundred blows in a mere moment with his steel arm armor.

They weren’t just for show; each punch was potent and heavy, deadly if it connected, painful even if it merely grazed.

The captain, known for his speed, performed a dazzling series of slashes with his sharp wild tachi, igniting a storm of steel and sparks in an instant.

Under the internal and external assault.

His key subordinates, cornered by the newly arrived Gawain and others, including members of the Seventh Amendment within the building, were brutally slain one by one, and not even the best forensic doctor could stitch them back together.

Amidst the waterfall of sparks, in an instant.

The captain of the Chasing Wind Pirate Group had fallen behind.

Bang!

A punch hit his chest, fracturing his ribs completely, almost causing his heart to stop, sending the captain reeling back several meters, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.

Archer ambushed from behind, as a Peak Competition Captain, even severely injured, he wouldn’t let him succeed, counterattacking with a sword, creating sparks in the night.

The curved sword flew up in a tricky trajectory, its back deflecting the force.

Archer had been a dutiful swordsman for twenty years, dreaming of nothing but slaughter and dissection.

"The next few cuts, with twenty years of skill, can you withstand them?"

Click! Click! Click!

Butchering effortlessly, slicing between the fingers, his palm split open, immediately carving into both bones of his forearm splitting them in half, maximizing the wound’s surface area, letting all the blood drain.

Separating flesh from bone, shaving the muscle to nothing, carefully picking out tendons and blood vessels, removing the organs, and scattering complete slabs of rib and thigh meat.

In an instant, reduced to pieces, like meat hanging on hooks in a butcher’s market, processed and prepped.

Ban was somewhat baffled; this was rather sinister.

"The two of us together, we’re just too fierce."

Archer said to Chuan Che.

Chuan Che was left speechless.

Shadi, well aware of the importance of speed in battle, was not wasting a moment.

"Let’s sweep the remaining enemy forces here clean and immediately support the other flanks."

Shadi, wiping the blood off his Willow Leaf Blade, said to Ban.

Liszt’s allies were formidable in number, but all incredibly strong; exchanging them for any other lesser forces would have been ineffective, but that was a consideration for another time considering how vast the East Sea was.

Unsure of the situation on other fronts, they must prevent those forces from breaking through to their rear.