Black Sail
Chapter 595: CCXII. Quantum Tunneling Effect

Chapter 595: CCXII. Quantum Tunneling Effect

Incorporating the former Constitutional Soldier Vice Admiral Zahak, facing five opponents, all of them Generals, and dealing with immense psychological pressure, yet Morison didn’t even furrow his brows.

The Western Continent offers countless methods for enhancing physical qualities, yet Morison could distinctly assess the overall strength from one’s training marks, determining the type, enabling him to strike decisively at the critical moment of life and death.

Encircled among them.

Knives, spears, swords, and javelins came rushing in, quick, precise, and fierce, the moves were hefty yet swift as a rabbit, deceiving like lightning, deeply engulfed in such a killing formation, even with three heads and six arms, escape would be unlikely.

During continual evasions, Zahak countered with a sword, the sound of wind howling breaking through the air unparalleled, Morison withdrew rapidly,, falling into another deadly move, the long sword slashing diagonally with a cold light flowing fire, tough yet tender, the big spear sweeping as if stirring wind and thunder splitting stone, ringing metallic, but that half-faced person reacted astoundingly fast, blocking the flying sword with Maple Forest, leveraging the momentum with a quick spin, swiftly landing prone, the big spear grazing past his hair without harming him at all, the boots flicking out a sharp blade, a scorpion tail strike aimed at the neck of the spear-bearing General.

As everything unfolded in a flash.

The spear-wielding General surprisingly reacted in time, evading quickly, yet with one move unfinished, another arrived, a magnificent flurry of kicks due to inertia, leaving him with no room to counter.

Just as he reacted, barely resisting the boot’s sharp knife with the big spear, Morison hooked his toe, rising swiftly to perch on his shoulder, both sleeves ejecting sharp blades instantly taking the head.

The head rolled on the ground, spinning several times, blood racing out profusely.

Four remain.

Those were Generals, with Bartlan already dead, two in total, the remaining three turned their gaze toward Zahak, who had prior experience with the Black Sail, advising caution against a disfigured face, unexpectedly ferocious and capable.

Zahak’s forehead also seeped with sweat, last year’s battle already known that he wasn’t exerting fully, yet beyond imagination far more terrifying than predicted.

"What are you standing stunned for? My time is exceedingly valuable."

Morison shook the blood off the sleeve sword, talking trash to mess with them, damn it, thinking such a massive pipe won’t extinguish, thinking a huge sea-view villa needs maids, claiming a special committee, seems the Aran Military still hasn’t established any intensity.

Bang!

A gunshot echoed.

Morison promptly used the Arm Armor to rewind Maple Forest for defense, this creation of Aran Court Alchemy was exceedingly robust, leaving no marks behind, merely emitting a slight blue smoke.

Looking at the sneaky General who shot, truly infuriated Morison, lacking any martial ethics.

If so, no need to act all gentlemanly.

He has already found the correct usage for that once abandoned equipment.

His right arm fired crossbow arrows aggressively, a reckless assault on the back-shooting General, yet the sweeping arrow rain was both deflected, Morison merely lightly hooked his right arm twisting strings, shifting mechanisms.

Hope it doesn’t damn misfire this time.

Bang!

The Five-eyed Gun precisely struck the head, like smashing a watermelon, red and white split completely exploded, he lost his head and fell to his knees, finally sprawling dead in a pool of blood.

Three remain.

The disassembled Maple Forest dropped neatly into the suitcase, Morison stepped on tightening the suitcase, whipped a leather strap, hooked the deceased General’s big spear closer, grasped it firmly played for a moment, indeed, facing multiple opponents, on the battlefield, this weapon proved most apt.

No longer holding back, Morison recklessly advanced, plunging into the battle circle, facing three adversaries, wielding the big spear with a roar like tigers, massive flexible techniques changing incessantly, each attack seemed as if a thousand pounds pressed forward, each defense like an immovable boulder.

Brilliant knife flashes, harmonious sword shadows, sharp blades clashing and fighting, sparks flowing like waterfalls, merely thirty rounds before blood splattered, a faint sweet smell pervading the air, yet none of the blood belonged to Morison.

Seemingly out of breath, he freed a hand to whip veins and muscle portals, temporarily sapping strength, a mighty spin transverse whip cut, simultaneously cutting two Generals at the waist, contents spurting out.

Even for Morison, after this round of rapid stamina consumption found it somewhat taxing, truly not able to kill all these navy alone, hang on a while, chop Zahak, then bring back those two sisters who liked to find seats, complete the task.

"What did Aran Sword King teach you exactly, damn it not attending classes, chasing gals in Aran all day, you’re truly disgraceful."

Morison chatted trash taunting Zahak.

"General sir, correction." Morison glanced at the shoulder rank, "Lieutenant sir, no offense, but this time won’t merely toy with you, usual rule... resolving you within ten seconds."

Already timing commenced.

One failure almost led to endless downfall, repeating mistakes are intolerable? His father tragically died in a Foreign Country, his mother sickly died soon after, Black Sword Netherflame was amid Royal Court high ranks, without climbing step by step, even wanting to see could be unattainable, under enormous psychological pressure, how could Zahak remain unprovoked?

A gust of wind passed, Zahak already grasped some essence, capturing the trajectory of everything, capable of cutting even waterfalls, no object remained indivisible.

Zahak suddenly assaulted.

Crack!

The big spear in Morison’s possession was instantly severed, even though Zahak wielded not the Sword King gifted ceremony but merely an average Aran Standard Military Saber.

Morison was astonished, official merchandise all infused with Magic Energy Material, suddenly he managed to counter under Zahak’s blade stopping even waterfalls, whip blade and accompanying short knives short swords also became indisposed, everything shattered among slashes, was Zahak’s attack not equally rapid?

But Morison said ten seconds means ten seconds, can’t let this kid pull one over.

Toe hooked, kicked up the suitcase holding Maple Forest, but too slow, Morison had to use the suitcase for defense, even an Aran Court creation was split open by Zahak, saving some effort.

Pulled out one Maple Forest, steel wires dragged all parts instantly assembled, forming a Special Large Sword.

"This is the realm of the Aran Sword King, somewhat intricate yet still lacking finesse."

Zahak was never the Aran Sword King.

Bang bang bang!

The double-barreled shotgun fanned out fancifully like nunchucks, buying some time.

Left arm Arm Armor resisting like rotating Maple Forest, high temperatures burning like branding iron, the sword began high-frequency oscillations.

Morison sliced out a sword, Zahak attempted the same tactics to sever it again, but Maple Forest disintegrated before striking, chomped portions flung away under steel wire guidance, followed by each disbanding, nine parts hovered briefly in mid-air.

Bang!

A mighty kick struck the sword hilt’s mating mechanism, a Maple Forest fired out, high-frequency operational projectile weapon, how could Zahak withstand it, only evading sidestepping risks.

Another series of high kicks, the remaining eight Maple Forest all kicked at sword hilts, sealing the escape path for Zahak, leaving three.

Three crisp explosive sounds.

Zahak’s shoulder, thigh, and forearm all punctured with three blood holes, blood spurting like slurry, massive blood loss left him weak and dizzy, dropping to his knees.

Four seconds left, yet Morison must kill Zahak this time, pulling out a Butterfly Knife from his waist, flipping it, ready to swiftly move in for a throat cut.

"Wait! Can’t kill him!"

Goria’s voice reached.

The former Gion Officer already rescuing prisoners, arriving with a large force, a hundred elite troops severely wounded and dying, nearly half decimated, but fortunately, the situation stabilized.

Zahak had made Morison lose face, by now could he let the Scissors Legs speak and be dismissed?

Morison ignored it, quickly moving forward to finish the matter.

"He knows the ins and outs of the whole Fafna incident, even within the entire Aran Royal Court, one of the few informed."

Goria hastily explained.

Morison was dumbfounded.

If there’s anyone’s life tougher than Zahak’s, tossed into a meat grinder, still surviving through quantum tunneling effect.