Chapter 194: Chapter 90: Blood Sail Pirate Gang
When it was all over, he would even surrender willingly.
And at his execution, he would tell the World that his endless fortune was buried deep in the sea!
"Venture into the depths of the ocean, and seek my treasure!"
The many memories finally converged upon the tavern sign, swaying in the sunset-tinged sea breeze.
"Master... Master..."
The voice of Zansi reached his ears.
A moment later, Zorn slowly collected himself.
"Master, you..."
Zansi grew a little worried, seeing his master so lost in thought.
"Let me go in with you!"
"After all, every single one of those guys from the Blood Sail Pirate Gang is a ruthless character with dozens, or even... hundreds of lives on their hands."
Zorn said mockingly.
"Do those pirates even know how to use their blades? How have they only killed so few? That’s not even a fraction of my kill count."
"Besides... they’re the ones who should be worried... not me!"
"Just wait for me here."
With that, Zorn opened the car door.
Bathed in the light of the setting sun and caressed by the sea breeze, he crossed the road.
CREAK.
He pushed open the swinging half-doors of the Silver Conch Tavern.
The boisterous, chaotic noise and the reek of alcohol washed over him.
Sizzling girls from the Abner Island Group, with their lovely sun-kissed skin and beautiful faces, moved through the crowd.
They were both waitresses and tavern wenches.
For just ten Silver Dragons, you could take one of them to a back alley, the washroom, or a small private room on the second floor to do whatever you pleased.
If you were willing to pay 1.5 gold pounds—thirty Silver Dragons—
then that sizzling tavern wench would be yours for the entire night.
The sizzling girls from Abner Island were always very diligent... and very capable!
As soon as Zorn entered the Silver Conch Tavern and took a seat at the wide bar, a web of wary, guarded, and ill-intentioned gazes fell upon him.
But Zorn acted as if he hadn’t noticed a thing.
"A plate of spicy reef clams, and a large mug of Ocean Tequila—the kind that bites back."
Zorn spoke before the young bartender could even turn to face him fully.
Though his accent wasn’t local, anyone with the guts to order the "biting" Ocean Tequila was undoubtedly a tough character who frequented the docks.
A single sip of that special, high-proof liquor would put a normal person out for a whole day.
Only Transcendents, those who wielded Extraordinary power, could handle it.
After Zorn had finished his plate of reef clams, washing them down with Ocean Tequila,
a staggering drunk stumbled past him from behind.
As his body lurched and fell toward Zorn’s back, he suddenly struck.
The glint of a blood-red dagger reflected the hideous, twisted scar on his face.
The Blood Blade was like a venomous viper, striking with uncanny precision, aiming to sever Zorn’s spine.
As the drunken pirate attacked,
a Dream Maker leaning against the entrance nearby simultaneously unleashed a powerful hypnotic spell on Zorn.
And another figure—a cold-faced Level 7 Blood Sail First Mate, the [Thorny Blood Lady], clad in tight black leather armor—viciously cracked a whip at Zorn’s back.
Despite the distance, the uncanny whip lash instantly descended upon Zorn’s head.
Faced with this sudden, coordinated three-pronged attack,
Zorn moved as if he were a Prophet.
He gave a slight twist of his torso.
In a blur, his right hand shot out and caught the blood-red blade just before it could pierce his spine.
’So fast!’
The [Blood Blade Warrior] was horrified.
As a veteran of a hundred battles, he knew exactly what that speed implied.
’We’re both Level Six.’
’For him, a [Blood Blade Warrior], to have allowed this outsider [Fighting Master] to even react meant he had already fallen behind.’
Just as the [Blood Blade Warrior] was about to unleash a burst of Blood Blade Fighting Qi to shred the hand that dared to grab his Blood Blade,
SQUELCH!
Zorn’s left hand, solidified by condensed Gang Qi, became as sharp as a Giant Dragon’s claw shimmering with starlight.
It easily pierced the [Blood Blade Warrior]’s Protective Fighting Qi and ran him through the abdomen.
The Blood Blade Fighting Qi he had been gathering was instantly shattered by Zorn’s piercing claw.
The ashen hue of pain and death instantly spread across his face.
The [Gang Dragon Hand] school of techniques gave a Fighting Master powerful Armor Piercing, shield-breaking, and qi-shattering effects.
The [Star Trace Fighter] Sequence might be much weaker compared to the [Evil Spirit Wizard] Sequence, but that was a comparison against a World-level boss.
Compared to other Sequences, a [Star Trace Fighter] with a boss template, even in a simple brawl, was still a High Mountain they could not hope to overcome.
CRACK!
The strange black whip cracked through the air with a loud echo.
Zorn had nimbly dodged it while simultaneously dispatching the [Blood Blade Warrior].
The deep dream hypnosis merely caused a dream-like ripple to spread across the surface of Zorn’s Star Trace·Holy Armor.
A Fighting Master’s innate defensive Ability was extremely strong. A will of steel could be shattered, but never hypnotized!
With a sudden exertion of force,
he hurled the captured [Blood Blade Warrior] at the Dream Maker.
As he did so, Zorn activated his Level 2 Thousand Streams·Gale Step. His form flickered, becoming illusory and hazy.
He crossed the seven or eight meters between them in an instant.
[Gang Dragon Hand]!
Boosted by his Golden Arm and passive attack speed, each blow of the [Gang Dragon Hand] was not only blindingly fast but also contained astonishing power.
As the core Skill of its school, if [Gang Dragon Hand] wasn’t replaced, all subsequently awakened Skills would be enhancements centered around it.
With its already high attack speed further boosted, every strike of the [Gang Dragon Hand] was a blur of afterimages.
RIP!
A claw tore downward.
The silhouette of the [Thorny Blood Lady] was torn to shreds. The wall behind her was also ripped apart by the claw’s power, leaving several deep, ferocious Giant Dragon claw marks.
The instant his attack landed, Zorn used Thousand Streams·Gale Step again, appearing like a hazy, illusory shadow in another corner, his claw once again tearing down.
The [Thorny Blood Lady], having just barely dodged the first claw strike, saw that she was now being hounded by the Fighting Master with no hope of escape.
The strange black Demon Whip in her hand suddenly lashed out.
Simultaneously, a bizarre black Demon Wheel slammed violently toward Zorn’s chest.
THUD.
The Level 7 [Thorny Blood Lady] found herself pinned hard against the wall, her neck and arms caught in the grip of Zorn’s massive [Gang Dragon Claw].
At the same time,
four arms outlined in golden light had appeared at Zorn’s chest, firmly catching the terrifying "Destruction: Dark Demon Wheel."
Then, with a sudden exertion of force,
CRUNCH!
Zorn crushed the "Destruction: Dark Demon Wheel" to smithereens.
"This..."
The [Thorny Blood Lady]’s crimson pupils flickered with an uncanny, bloody light.
’That Destruction: Dark Demon Wheel is one of my ultimate moves! I never imagined it would be shattered by this Fighting Master’s golden arms.’
’What’s more terrifying is how stealthy and silent this Fighting Master is. His speed is simply astonishing.’
’Aren’t Fighting Masters supposed to be strong only in the early stages?’
’How can this Level Six [Fighting Master] possess such terrifying power?’
The once boisterous tavern was now eerily silent.
The ordinary patrons were frozen in place, as if time had stopped.
As for the Transcendents from the Blood Sail Pirate Gang,
whether it was the Dream Maker who had been knocked aside, or the grievously wounded [Blood Blade Warrior],
or the Level 7 [Forbidden Blood Lady] in Zorn’s grasp,
and the other Transcendents who had been about to strike—
all their gazes were fixed on Zorn.
At that moment, from a dark corner of the tavern, the sound of roaring waves began to swell.
The faint outline of a massive Dark Magic Ship could be seen, slowly drawing near.
Then, a figure slowly emerged from that bizarre, dark sea.
"Your strength... is astonishing!"
"Mr. Zorn Corick, the [Fighting Master] from Ogrande City."
"I believe you’ve earned the right to make a deal with us!"
