Black Sail
Chapter 353: CCCLIII. Talent

Chapter 353: CCCLIII. Talent

"Even if you took this position, you wouldn’t be stable, Liszt, you’re not cut out for this."

Doringger held a Giant Axe with one hand, standing on a giant rock he had uplifted, with waves churning and storms roaring behind him.

This wretched pirate in front of him didn’t understand the weight of this position.

Liszt.

Ivy League exchange student from the Department of Applied Optics, but...

Triad Gang Boss.

"Is that so? What if I just want to enjoy myself? Experience being the Boss for a while."

It seemed like returning to that dark night seven years ago.

The scar across Liszt’s head throbbed with excruciating pain in the rainy weather, his expression became extremely cruel, like a cold-blooded animal, black and red ghost fog twisted in his palms, condensing into a terrifyingly large Warhammer, tangible, steaming with black and red shadows.

With a horizontal sweep, his strike, powerful as a thousand jun, shattered the giant rock under Doringger’s feet, exploding into countless fragments.

"Pirates will always be just pirates..."

Doringger sneered, swooping down, holding a sharp Axe as large as a ship’s anchor with both hands, descending from the sky. His bones lit up with a glowing Magic Rune Construction engraved by a Mysterious Wizard, continuously filled with ether energy to his limbs. Wearing only white trousers and boots, his bare upper body surged with blue arcane power.

It was a primal, robust, and bold heavy strike, leaping down, powerful enough to split mountains.

Liszt’s Warhammer in his hands evaporated into nothingness, instantly condensing into a black and red fog shield.

Bang!

The rainwater within a hundred meters around was completely deflected and evaporated, Liszt blocked the strike, the black and red light fog split to both sides, speeding away, but still withstood the force, with the geological structure behind him being eroded by the residual Qi.

As the chain at the end of the Giant Axe clanged, the massive weapon felt as light as a feather in Doringger’s hands. He stepped forward, the air buzzing with the sound of wind and thunder, furiously hacking at the fog shield.

Sand flew and stones rolled as the storm turned.

The clanging sounds were incessant, dozens of Axe strikes were delivered within a few breaths.

The metallic vibrations threatened to burst eardrums, Doringger seemed to have an endless supply of strength, the black and red fog shield was quickly shattered and disintegrated, the black and red mist burst out to both sides like wings.

In an instant, Liszt was forced to continuously retreat, his speed ferociously unmatched, almost inhuman.

"With skills like these... how exactly do you manage to survive?"

Doringger took a half-step back, his Giant Axe leaned back, gathering all his strength. His bones crackled with effort, he delivered a huge spinning slash, an exaggeratedly wide-open stance, an Axe crashed onto the fog shield.

It split it completely, under the immense impact.

Liszt, who was thrown back, tip-toed on the ground, the scenery on both sides blurring past him. He plunged his arms into the ground, retreating over thirty meters creating a long trench before stabilizing himself. What kind of body structure was this man made of?

Off to the side, Shadi, who had just been battered by the rock waves and had a bleeding wound on his forehead, struggled to stand up. How on earth was this supposed to be handled? Brother Li, even with the Junlin Sword melted in, seems unable to hold up, hey, what kind of drugs had Doringger taken – Clark Kent, often called Little Doringger, wouldn’t be too surprised if this guy started flying later.

Liszt’s brows furrowed.

The Junlin Sword had already melted into molten iron, merging into his body, losing some of its unique, lethal properties, the auto-defensive Black Sword Shadow, and the escaping Red Ghost Shadow had all vanished.

Yet Liszt’s combat abilities seemed far superior to his educational credentials. After coming to this world and mixing with the Triad Gang, chopping people up seemed more reliable than using optics.

Those Gold Level and above adventurers, excluding other races, those high-skilled individuals of the Human Race often had secretive methods of using Magic Energy Material to enhance their physical attributes, which needed to be practiced from early childhood to achieve maximum effectiveness, enhancing physical attributes above average humans or significantly increasing concentration.

But even then, there was a limit, nothing too exaggerated.

Liszt, relying solely on his mortal body, had trained his physical condition to near-human limits, the skills honed from years of bloody battles brought his overall strength on par with Gold Level adventurers, enabling him to fight against countless desperados of the East Sea, Tai Shen, often called Little Liszt.

Now with his body reinforced by the Melted Sword Body, he had compensated for his weaknesses.

After years of dealings with those people, even just by watching, he had learned as well.

Ghostly shadows surged towards the sky, and in Liszt’s hands, they condensed into a huge sword that resembled a door panel. He shook his neck, dragged the massive sword on the ground and charged at Doringger.

In an instant, he closed in.

Doringger swung his giant axe with enormous force, breaking through anything in its path. Just as the axe was about to strike him, Liszt raised his huge sword to block it. Instantly, the base of his palm cracked open, blood spurting out, and his ulna and radius began to shatter. He forcibly unloaded the force upwards with a clever twist.

He provoked the hilt, the hand holding the sword flexed upwards at the wrist, he twisted his body to one side, and the sword blade sliced upward from below.

Bang!

The giant sword fiercely chopped towards Doringger’s chest, making a sound reminiscent of clashing metal.

A large gash opened across his chest, spewing plasma and even exposing his ribs, which were surprisingly silver, shimmering, and engraved with incredibly complex and luminescent blue spells.

The ferocious black and red mist of the giant sword couldn’t penetrate any further, not even half an inch.

Liszt was somewhat shocked. What the hell was this thing?

The intense pain that could shock ordinary people transmitted through him, yet Doringger didn’t even furrow his brow. To reinforce his steel and iron bones to such extent was like undergoing purgatory in a cylindrical vessel.

"Even magicians who could interfere with the space-time of history, I have slaughtered them. You are far from sufficient."

Doringger swung his giant axe, ignoring the wounds, retreating half a step, then delivering another mighty chop towards Liszt.

Even though the black and red smoke corroding inside him was far stronger than before, and he could recover even if his heart was damaged, if he were pulverized in an instant, he would undoubtedly die.

Liszt dodged and retreated, stirring the special large sword. The enormous strength in his arm reached the tip of the blade, circled around while continuously unloading the force of that giant axe.

But the Sovereign of the East Sea...

Was too terrifying.

Even the huge sword was ground into debris, and the pure ether energy surged through his arm. With just a slice of his left hand, he cast a three-meter-high giant blue light arc that tore through the air and charged straight towards him.

Liszt didn’t understand what it was and didn’t dare to resist it head-on, quickly sidestepping.

Old Wei’s hand was already fractured, and his other hand held Rivendell, ablaze with light, also making a vertical chopping motion, the sword shadow sweeping violently.

In that split second.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; the light arcs collided and exploded into countless sparks and fragments.

Seizing this moment,

Ernie made his move, his water-repelling soft sword like flying silk, attacking Doringger from behind, winding around his limbs and torso, binding all vital points.

Then violently constricting.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Doringger burst open like a tomato at each severed point, spurting out terrifying blood, his body all mangled.

Yet it was the same as before; even the incredibly sharp Water-Repelling Sword couldn’t harm his steel and iron bones. As long as that bone structure remained, diffusing terrifying energy and constructing magic techniques with blood and flesh, he stood invincible.

"That’s enough."

Doringger couldn’t delay any longer. Without the support of the Sea God, his men below were likely being swept away.

He unleashed a mighty battle roar, expanding and contracting greatly, inhaled deeply, and spread his arms to forcefully snap the Water-Repelling Sword. Each crisp explosion sound broke off a section until it completely shattered.

Seeing the situation turn dire, Ernie also had no choice but to retreat explosively. After several rounds of battle, his strength was nearly depleted.

Ox, Gawain, and the others also recovered, struggling to stand, their bodies covered in blood. How were they supposed to contend with such a monster?

Liszt remained silent, his expression grim.

The black and red ghostly shadow, between his fingers, condensed into three flying knives.

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