490 Crushing Reef!! (1/2)
That force out of nowhere struck with such tremendous might, it was simply uncontrollable. Bang! A thunderous muffle resounded, stars scattered in all directions as Commander Bath’s eye darkened. A fishy taste surged up his throat, as a slash sent his entire body flying 7-8 matres away while blood splattered in all directions. As he sailed through the air, he crashed into eight other pirates/marines engaged in chaotic battling; bluntly knocking them rolling like gourds. The strength of that unknown blade was simply unimaginable!
When Commander Bath crashed onto the deck, he lifted his head in shock before noticing a youthful male marching slowly towards him; with an incredibly exquisite, dark-blue long saber in his hand. This was a mediocre looking male atop a ship, yet he emanated a suppression of a winding mountain range!
Sighing, that male fixated his gaze over.
”I am truly apologetic, Commander sir. That brat, Philip, is presently the equivalent of my left wing and right arm. Therefore, I cannot permit you to continue influencing him. Thus.....your opponent shall be me!”
Bath could be considered to have served the navy for close to 30 years, seeing before all sorts of towering waves and turbulent storms. Yet when he focused on this male, he suddenly felt that his surroundings had turned peaceful. The chaotic upheaval of clamorous slaughtering had been utterly screened outside his eardrums.
He could sense the winds streaking strongly and swiftly across his skin, causing his hairs on the back of his hand to stand. He could smell the intensified fishy stench of reeking blood in the air, and the magnanimous waves slapping against the steady and firm hull of his ship!!
The vast ocean, the expanse of lingering dark clouds, a bloodbath in close quarters; yet unbeknownst why, Old Bath suddenly recalled the verdant grassfields, those monochrome dairy cows, and an oatmeal fragrance of his hometown! He gently straightened his body, and wiped off the trickling blood from his lips. Then, he issued with an unyielding tone.
”Who, are, you?”
Sheyan dully replied.
”I am that demon you heard of from Philip.”
Old Bath snarled furiously, as his slender cutlass radiated brilliantly; thrusting towards Sheyan’s chest. Relying on muscle memory, he was already prepared to swiftly switch to any contingency execution. Instead, he hadn’t anticipate his cutlass to bluntly stab into the opponent’s body.
Yet, this indomitable rival adorned a countenance of utter disregard. On the contrary, he had seized this opening, and delivered a chopping ‘vroom’ with his saber!! Old Bath had previously battled laboriously against other the pirates for prolonged periods; reaching the limits of fatigue long ago. RIght now, his situation could be described as an error, a plate of loss. Watching the unavoidable descending, his heart turned icy cold. But at this moment, the distant Philip who was observing released a frantic exclamation.
”NO!”
Sheyan revealed a demonic like smirk, as his saber abruptly twisted and smashed against the back of Commander Bath’s head. Instantaneously, that fatigue driven old Commander fell into unconsciousness on the deck. Like a dragon without a head, the british marines crumbled swiftly into defeat.
Except, these marines soon discovered the intermingled pirates were receptive of them yielding, with even their former colleagues vouching that their lives weren’t in threat. Furthermore, the pirates formerly under Captain Chevalle started grinning nastily. In this very situation, it was apparent everyone knew their individual roles.
Soon after the marines onboard had been slain or surrendered cleanly, Sheyan led his group of pirates and inevitably met face-to-face with the other group of raiding pirates – subordinates of Chevalle. Both parties gripped their weapons with ferocious crudeness, as they mutually sized each other up from 3 metres apart. Recognizing Canbi, a rather fierce and robust looking pirate immediately shouted hoarsely.
”Irn’-hammer Canbi? Didn’t someone said yer died in battle?”
Canbi couldn’t help glancing at that pirate with dreadful demeanor.
”Crew head Blood-Anchor?? That must’ve been a misunderstandin’.”
Sheyan scanned the masculine built of this pirate, reckoning his appearance to be not one bit inferior to Scarface Harry. That pirate was hauling a gigantic rusty hammer soaked in blood behind him, which was probably where his nickname, Blood-Anchor, came from.
By now, someone had already informed Sheyan. Blood-Anchor was previously the vice crew head of Chavelle’s flagship. His personality was dreadfully brutal, and was banished to become the crew head of another ship after killing a comrade in his drunkenness. After having been deported, he remained extremely overbearing and tyrannical on the other ship. It was said that his authority even vastly outstripped the captain of the ship!
Following that, Blood-Anchor burst into feverish laughter.
”A weak idiot like ye, yer death don’t hold any weight. There’s nothing concernin’ your bunch here, smarty up and scram aye. Do yer need me to to hurl out some bones for ye scurvy dogs to nibble on? Simple that, you lot just need to kneel and show me how you bark!”