Black Sail
Chapter 64: LXIV. Strength Domain

Chapter 64: LXIV. Strength Domain

"Motherfucker... what’s going on?"

Rein was utterly dumbfounded. This man’s ferocity was beyond belief. Wood splinters shot out like shrapnel from a blown-up powder keg. He used his claws to tear through the oncoming wood debris, but there were too many; several pierced his flesh, and a large piece went through his left leg.

The One-eyed Dragon and the tattooed brute hurriedly took cover behind the horses with the rest of the pirates.

There were more than thirty horses on shore, which were now whinnying incessantly and succumbed to panic. The pirates used them as shields, with the horses’ large bodies serving as targets, the wood splinters piercing them as though they had been rolling in a pile of broken glass—bloodied and in agony, although not yet dead, they were not far from their life’s end.

Shadi and Swan struggled against the terrifying spiral sword energy; but under its relentless power, even the iron in their hands twisted and contorted, the residual force piercing their chests and abdomens, gouging out spiral-shaped wounds.

If it weren’t for Wolman charging out and swinging his giant axe, buying Marcus a moment’s delay, they would likely have already been dead.

"I fucking hate the Aran people the most, then the charlatans; motherfucker, you’re covered in charms."

Wolman, wielding his giant axe, aimed a fierce blow at Marcus’ head, but the force field surrounding him was too strange; even Wolman’s mighty strength was deflected, dissipating the force.

Before he could even hit Marcus, a Special Large Spiral Sword weighing over 300 pounds intercepted his axe head.

Then, as it spun with a whirring buzz, along with sparks flying everywhere, it actually heated the blade of the axe until it melted, turning into molten red-hot iron that poured onto the ground, forming a pit.

Wolman was shocked; it was just too twisted.

The sword wind currents of the Special Large Spiral Sword flung off dozens of scales from Wolman’s arm, blurring flesh and blood in an instant.

Previously, in the battle against the Priests, Wolman had killed until his eyes turned red—his palm pressed towards Marcus’ head, not believing that this wouldn’t kill him.

Morison well knew that this Priest was beyond Zahak in strength by more than one level. Although his position in the Church was only that of a Priest, far below that of bishops and High Priests, he was a true heavyweight.

The Witch Hunting Secret Department, huh? It’s got some substance.

Except for himself and Fen, and Liszt’s strange gadgets, the crew onboard had skills, but they were no match. No matter how many were sent, they would be killed.

He had to throw a heavy punch.

For someone as insightful as Wolman to die would be a real pity, but his current, reckless way of fighting was tantamount to suicide—the next second would see him buried.

Too many Constitutional Soldiers and Guardian knights of the Church Court had been sent to their graves on the coast, and the weapons varied wildly. Although Morison had exhausted his Hidden Weapons, with a flick of his whip blade, he sent dozens of weapons into the air.

The technique was too flashy, almost like circus acrobatics.

Axes, scimitars, broadswords, nail head hammers—all became deadly projectiles comparable to Bed Crossbows, propelled by Morison’s strength as he stepped on the corpses and spun through the air, continuously seizing these weapons and launching them at Marcus like cannonballs.

Less than a second passed.

The first broadsword hurled was already exploding towards Marcus’ head.

Marcus didn’t care at all—as these things would naturally be blocked by the force field. He intended to wield the Spiral Special Sword and grind this Sub-dragon person into dust.

But then...

Bang!

The axe thrown from behind somehow moved even faster, then ingeniously struck the handle of the broadsword in front, the double forces erupting simultaneously.

Would the strength, already comparable to a Siege Crossbow and then bolstered by another push.

This broadsword could blow a person to smithereens.

Marcus, through the spread of his force field, already sensed it. How could there be such terrifying techniques?

Unable to withstand the roaring Qi Force Field, Marcus reflexively swung the Spiral Special Sword to block and completely shred it.

However, a torrential downpour of weapons kept coming, a storm of blades and spears, prompting Marcus to retreat continuously, blocking them all.

But even the Spiral Sword, made of rough iron, was already showing cracks.

Morison kept going, lifting weapons from the ground with his whip blade, shooting them out furiously.

Marcus had to move swiftly through the air with the lightness of a Power Plate to dodge the myriad deadly "Hidden Weapons." Still, Morison seemed to already know his movement patterns.

That kind of skill was truly unavoidable.

Even the weapon Morrison had previously thrown and detonated in midair could be diverted by throwing it with even greater force.

This was not a simple linear attack anymore; a killing field had already formed around Marcus, trapping him with a formation of different weapons attacking from above, below, left, right, and all directions.

Now Marcus, who had previously held air superiority thanks to his power plate, had fallen into a disadvantageous position, with weapons eerily shooting even from beneath his feet.

Marcus found it unbelievable. Such skill, even placed within that horrific suppression campaign from years past, belonged to the top tier of experts.

The wildly growing stakes from the ground stopped in their tracks, and no more wood chips flew about. Marcus had to focus all his attention on this disturbance, giving the others a chance to catch their breath.

Marcus’s swordsmanship was also first-rate. Under the guidance of Heavenly Human Sensing and his refined swordsmanship reaching its pinnacle, he parried every single weapon that came from all directions with his Spiral Sword.

With magic power enhancing him, his strength and speed reached terrifying levels. Even the special large Spiral Swords weighing over three hundred pounds felt as light as feathers in his hands, and his precise deflections were so rapid they seemed like illusions.

"Your Heart Eye Divine Power seems to have its limits."

Morrison had not put forth his full strength in the previous throw. He simply wanted to test the "calculation power" of the Demon Swordsman. This force field, though more useful than the eyes, could be deceiving when things became too complex.

Marcus was now confused.

The final weapon Marcus blocked was not a flying long sword, but Morrison himself, swinging his sword as he propelled himself off the cavern walls, his whip blade reinforced with hook claws, already shooting over.

A blood-red mist drew a trajectory through the air.

"Do you know why I don’t use a long sword? I’ve grown tired of such toys."

Morrison whispered, delivering a forceful slash. His sturdy magic sword burst through Marcus’s Spiral Sword with a force far greater than Zahak’s could imagine.

With a bang.

Marcus was smashed directly from the air to the ground, but he steadied himself on his feet with great effort. Caught off guard by the unexpected attack, his arms trembled faintly, but he quickly recovered.

Liszt was amazed. Brother Sha indeed lived up to his reputation of being invincible, but even he couldn’t kill the old man in a short period.

The Junlin Sword appeared in its full form from the palm of his hand, the curse’s black mist spreading from his arm and reaching the blade, then continued expanding, entirely constructed of cursed mist that wildly diffused.

Its sharpness seemed to slice through the surrounding light, starting to fold and twist like heatwaves in summer, compressing the space.

Liszt’s left hand made a horizontal slash, and an arc of black light that dissolved everything burst forth.

Crack!

Marcus deflected it with his Spiral Sword, but the blade was split in two by the black light. Not only could his force field deflect objects, but it could also deflect his own body, and he swiftly flipped and dodged in mid-air.

But the Spiral Special Sword was broken.

Liszt figured that his physical strength was being depleted, his weapon broken, and he wouldn’t last much longer.

"A Junlin Sword, eh? Pity you only have one, with barely one percent of its power. You’re still far from sufficing."

Marcus, decidedly knowledgeable, even knew the sword’s name, and did not regard Liszt as an Otherworldly Visitor. He wouldn’t consider that possibility. This world was not without those who knew the Taming Skill. The Church High Priest knew how to use it and had one, although unable to unleash its full power and kept as a collection, anyone else tampering with the sword ignorantly would be instantly slain.

Liszt was somewhat shocked, then realized that it made sense, given that a Priest was a learned individual.

"It seems I can’t hold back anymore. Insisting on taking him back alive will only lead to my demise here. I must get serious."

Object Manipulation Magic.

On the ground, the broken Spiral Sword blade was rejoined by Marcus, forming two halves that spun in opposite directions.

The wind stirring and friction between them set the entire special sword aflame, and touch would melt it instantly.

Wood Magic.

The wooden pier around him burst apart, then got shredded into numerous wood needles of finger thickness, floating around him.

Marcus, with the help of the power plate and his intense physical ability enhanced by magic power, frantically moved about in mid-air, terrifyingly nimble.

Liszt had thought he was nearing the end of the confrontation.

"There’s a fucking second stage?"

Liszt was utterly convinced.