Pirate System

Text] Chapter 388: Make a Break (Part 2)

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Chapter 388 Make a Break (Part 2)

The fierce battle in the cabin was in full swing, and on the deck, Dadarian and Wuming were also fighting fiercely.

Wuming lives up to the title of the Secret Sword, his moves are like a phantom in the dark night, mysterious and unpredictable. He shuttled up and down the heights, stepped over each beam, and jumped down to strike when he saw the opportunity.

Dardarian was good at defending against attacks from all directions, but the attack from above his head disrupted his rhythm and put him in a panic. He was stabbed in several places one after another and was covered in bruises. . He was angered by the pain, and his murderous intent rose into the sky, vaguely creating a murderous aura.

"If you like high altitudes so much, then just don't come down." Dadarian pointed his sword at the sky, and a shadow of a beast formed behind him. With another wave of his sword, the beast breathed out sword energy and shot towards Wuming.

Wuming kicked his feet and jumped away from the crossbar, leaving a series of afterimages in the air.

The horizontal beam was swallowed by the sword energy, and the momentum of the sword energy continued unabated, punching a "hole" in the dark sea. As if the sky had collapsed, a large amount of seawater fell from the hole, soaking the people on the boat. The dark sea area hurriedly closed to keep the seawater out.

Wuming snorted and stood firm on the other beam, like a standing black hawk.

"Your old ox-drawn cart moves are ineffective on me."

The destructive power of the Beast Potianjun is amazing, but its speed is not as good as the close-quarter sword skills.

But this move is the most powerful sword skill created by Dardarian himself, and he cannot bear the thought of others underestimating the power of this move.

"You have to pay for what you said." Dardarian swung his sword twice and breathed out two sword breaths, and his physical strength dropped sharply. These two attacks predicted the direction where Wuming would dodge, but Wuming still dodged them with his movements like a swimming fish.

Dardarian exerted great effort and was panting heavily. The beast behind him became much lighter.

Wuming was hanging upside down on the crossbar, like a black bat. He said solemnly: "As your physical strength declines, your speed is getting slower and slower, and you are showing signs of death. I will end your death soon." Life, you still have three seconds to silently recite the name of the Holy Lord and pray for a happy destination after death."

"Feel sorry,

I am an unbeliever." Dardarian restrained the beast's shadow, rushed into the air, and hung the sword by the side of his face.

The nameless body suddenly disappeared.

"The most unpreventable assassination technique, breaking the defense by sixteen thorns"

Nameless appeared behind Dadalian and stabbed at the neck. Dadalian turned around to resist. Nameless disappeared again and appeared below Dadalian again, stabbing at the soles of his feet. Dadalian had no way to hide and was "stimulated". The sword energy resisted, but the sole of the foot was stabbed for real, and blood poured out.

Wuming's move is designed to attack the enemy from the most unexpected directions, such as the back, armpits, soles of the feet, top of the head, etc.

Dardarian's defense was very difficult, and many "regular" defense methods could not be used, which made him feel powerless. The consequences of this were very terrible. There were more and more wounds on his body, and he barely avoided the attacks that hit his vital parts.

After a total of sixteen moves, Wuming retreated. Dardarian stuck the knife on the deck and knelt on one knee, blood dripping from his body.

Suddenly a crack appeared on the deck, and the dissatisfied voice of the Heart of the Demon Ship came out: "Hey, what's wrong with you kid? First you broke my crossbar, and now you stabbed me with a knife. Are you? Are you fighting him or me? If you can't beat him, I can use my tentacles to help you."

"Shut up, you verbose woman." Dadarian frowned and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Women are naturally wordy. You are such a man who doesn't understand the charm. I hate you." The heart of the magic ship closed the gap and became silent.

Wuming stared at Dadarian coldly and walked forward step by step. Although there were many monsters and sailors fighting in the melee next to him, no one dared to come and get in the way.

"Your resilience is stronger than I thought. I thought I could kill you with the sixteen defense-breaking thorns. However, although this move did not kill you, it still left you half dead. With a serious injury like this, you get slower."

Wuming's two arms shook and threw out two pieces of black cloth with barbs.

"Let me reduce your speed by another 10% and see how you can dodge my dagger."

haunted by nightmares

Wuming suddenly rushed out, shaking his arms, and two black cloths looked like black snakes. Dardarian raised his body and slashed with his sword, but the material of the two pieces of cloth was very special and could not be cut. The black cloth wrapped around Little Fox Maru's sword and stuck to Dadarian's body. Wuming quickly circled around three times and wrapped Dadarian with black cloth.

Dardarian struggled hard, but the black cloth became more and more entangled, and the wrapping became tighter and tighter. Only his right hand holding the knife could still move, and the situation was precarious.

Wuming put the black cloth in one hand, held the dagger in the other hand, and said coldly: "It's over."

Dardarian was imprisoned by the black cloth. The next blow would be impossible to dodge and would definitely determine life or death. His face covered in blood sank in the shadows, and he slowly raised it, but there was no despair in his eyes, and he still maintained a high murderous intent.

"You are very fast, faster than me. Although I feel ashamed, I still have to admit it. Fortunately, I have a trick that can surpass your speed. Otherwise, I might really be recorded in your notebook today. ”

"Compared with me, you are wishful thinking." Wuming remained unmoved.

Dardarian smiled and laughed at himself: "He learned this trick casually at the beginning, which was really a big blow to me, but after such a long period of study, I have also learned this trick. Move. Today I will let you learn the sword skill of the tenth-level swordsman Artoris - The Bird Does Not Return."

After saying that, the Elf Swordsman closed his eyes, cutting off his five senses such as vision and hearing.

"Birds never return? Never heard of it." Wuming rushed over with a dagger, incredibly fast.

Although he couldn't see it, Dardarian felt the lightning-quick blow.

You "see" it, so you can be faster than the opponent.

Dardarian shouted loudly and swung the sword in his hand. It seemed like an ordinary sword, but it struck Wuming's vital part. The wound extended from the throat to the heart. The blood that gushed out quickly dyed Wuming's black clothes red.

Wuming's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.

Dardarian glanced at the dagger that struck Kong from his side, and then looked back at Wuming: "If a bird flies away, it will never come back. You can fly to hell with that bird."

The nameless chaotic eyes finally appeared bright, as if they had found their soul before death. His strength was taken away by the God of Death, his hand loosened and the dagger fell to the ground. His eyes turned red, and his body started to get cold. The past came to mind, and he chuckled bitterly: "It turns out that this is what death feels like. I used to let others experience death, but today I want to experience it myself. I originally I thought I would definitely win, but ended up like this.”

Dardarian did not dare to let down his guard and stared at the other party without speaking.

Wuming vomited a large mouthful of blood, stepped back a few steps, his voice weakened, and he looked at the dark top of his head, unable to see any light: "I saw myself in you, a hollow self. , what exactly is in this body? What am I pursuing? Money? Fame and fortune? No, I can easily have those things and don’t want them at all. Until now, I finally know what I want. "

Dadarian still didn't speak, and Wuming continued: "What I want is the end. A person who is tired of killing but cannot escape from the shackles of the empire has no end except death. Now, I can finally take a break. Now." He looked at Dardarian again, "I'm called nameless, but I actually have a name. Do you want to hear it?"

"Tell me. Although I may not remember." Dardarian shrugged.

Wuming smiled, this was something that had never happened before in his lifetime: "Forget it then... By the way, I remind you that my dagger is poisonous."

"..." Angry lines appeared on Dadarian's forehead, and he raised the knife, "I originally wanted to leave you with a whole body, but now I regret it."

"Haha..." Wuming's laughter faded, and he fell to the ground, making no sound.

Dardarian was very impulsive, but he was cautious in doing things. He was afraid of being cheated, so he went up and stabbed him. After confirming that it was correct, he sat down on the ground. After his nerves relaxed, the pain in his body and the severe pain caused by the poison suddenly intensified a lot. He grinned, hurriedly took out a small bottle from his arms, bit open the stopper, and drank it in one gulp.

It contains the famous holy water in the pirate group - the leader's blood.

"Tonk, your blood tastes really bad." Dardarian stood up staggeringly and looked around. Only one of the three who had attacked was left. He was being besieged by sailors and monsters. The situation did not look optimistic. He rushed up and took care of the officer neatly, and then walked to the gangway to see Tang Ke's condition.

Dardarian heard the sound of Tonk's fighting, but could not confirm which floor it was on. He was now seriously injured and his hearing had declined.

"Black Pearl, which floor is Tangke on?" the elf asked angrily, kicking the wooden wall fiercely.

"Call me beauty and I'll tell you." A crack opened in the dark wall, and a playful voice came out.

"How beautiful are you?" Dadarian has no feelings for women, but his aesthetic sense has not collapsed.

"Uh...beautiful soul?"

"I'd better go find him myself."

"Just call me beauty. I'll tell you if you call me."

"I don't want to say that kind of thing against my will, it will make me sick to death."

Dadarian ignored the childish entanglement of the Black Pearl and searched all the way. He reached the bottom deck and saw the fierce battle.

Tang Ke and Michael both became bloody men. One used his sword and the other punched. They fought hard and formed a storm that destroyed the surrounding boards.

Dardarian changed his color slightly and said with a smile: "You say I fight like a madman all day long, don't you do the same?" He held the knife attentively and stepped forward and asked, "Tangke, do you want me to help you? ?”

Just as the two exchanged blows, they suddenly separated. Tang Ke spit out a mouthful of blood and said in a cold voice: "Don't do unnecessary things, the winner does not need help."