Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 234: Chop the lean meat, fat, and cartilage into fine pieces
Two large-caliber shotguns were used at close range to attack the opponent's face, spewing out endless flames and steel balls.

It was like two hot lava hammers, knocking back the bone-eating clown that was trying to get up from the ground.

The soft, spotless white lead ground was instantly covered with bullet holes and blood.

Of course, even if the extraordinary abilities are sealed, the solidified physical qualities will not.

The bone-eating clown was covered in blood and had black bullet holes all over his body. His joints were creaking like a puppet. He shook his head desperately, struggling to get up and fight back.

"Cum again!"

"Cum again!"

Byron and Violet did not stop moving.

He stood right on top of it, changing ammunition at a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary musketeer, and fired one shot after another with two "deck cleaning machines".

The bone-eating clown could only remain in the posture of falling from the sky, lying on the ground and twitching wildly.

No matter how hard this guy's bones are and how thick his blood is, after losing the ability to transform, he is no more powerful than a curly-haired baboon.

Soon, the blood flowing on the ground gathered into a smelly river of blood.

If passers-by saw this scene, it would look like a pair of ruthless male and female evil spirits were bullying an old, weak and sick person who had been cheated but was still alive.

But the Bone-Eating Clown is not Edward Redbeard after all.

Byron believed that if he shot it enough times and beat it hard enough, he would be able to kill it completely.

If shooting once is not enough, then shoot ten times. If shooting ten times is not enough, then shoot a hundred times.

However, just after the two of them sprayed four rounds in succession.

Dozens of other human head balloons that fell from the sky, except for a few unlucky ones who had not yet had time to recover their bodies, died on the spot due to excessive bleeding.

The other twenty or so individuals who did not need to rely on the supernatural ability [Split into pieces] to survive, all restored their human form and charged towards them.

This made it impossible for the two of them to concentrate on firing their weapons calmly.

After an eye contact, the two immediately redefined their work.

In the forbidden magic area, Byron's mount turned over in an instant and he became the undisputed number one fighter in the entire arena.

He threw the "deck cleaning machine" in his hand to the ground, drew his sword, and actively killed those clowns.

"breathe."

The extraordinary ability of [Son of Storm] was sealed, but the wisps of white air between his mouth and nose became purer and stronger than ever before.

The strength of every muscle, every fascia, and every organ in the body is connected by breathing and is integrated quietly.

It was as if the power of the 639 muscles and 60 billion muscle fibers in the human body had turned into a hot current flowing freely in his body with his breathing.

The theoretical maximum for an eighteen-year-old's body is 100 points, and an average person would be considered acceptable if he could perform at 30 points.

A trained swordsman can only perform 50 points at most.

But at this moment, Byron can not only fully exert the power contained in his body.

It is even possible to use the operating system-level improvement of "flow" to open the "inherent limiter" used to protect the body and achieve overload in a short period of time.

Increase the original theoretical limit by at least 20%!
Byron's eyes were fierce, he held the sword in both hands above his head, and assumed the standard [Rooftop Sword Stance], his steps getting faster and faster.

Zheng——!
When his breath resonated with the rare sword Baishuang in his hand, he was at the best attack distance with the clown in front of him.

Drinking in the mouth:

"cut!"

The bright sword light flashed suddenly, and with a lightning-fast [Old Man Slash] move, the clown was chopped from the top of the head to the crotch.

The sword blade can easily cut through steel, and cutting through its bones is no more difficult than cutting through a piece of dry wood.

When the two halves of the clown's body slid to the left and right and finally realized that he was dead, Byron had already stepped over it and faced the second enemy.

The half-sword that had been chopped to its limit turned into the [hoe sword style], with the tip of the sword raised and thrusting fiercely.

He brazenly pierced the two clowns rushing towards him onto the sword like skewers of meat. The hot blood splashed on Byron's face, making him even more ferocious.

There was a sudden sound of wind at the side, and it turned out that another clown was grabbing towards him fiercely.

Byron lowered his feet and twisted the hilt of the sword with force.

The two clowns who were originally only pierced had their chests cut in half by the sword, and their internal organs spilled all over the ground.

The death was horrific.

Perhaps because there weren't enough people to eat on the road, each of these clowns was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and claws on their fingers.

However, in theory, even the weakest monster is at an inhuman level.

An ordinary person, or a supernatural being who has lost his abilities, would most likely have no choice but to wait for death when faced with such a monster.

The clown clawed down, and although he didn't catch Byron, not only did the chocolate buildings fall into pieces, but even the soft white lead on the ground was scratched with four long claw marks.

Just when it was only aware of launching attacks without restraining its strength and its goal was wide open, Byron's lightning-fast backhand sword chopped off its head.

The four fundamental principles of swordsmanship: judgment, distance, timing, and position.

[Storm Swordsmanship] Swordsmanship uses the fastest "time" of fingers and palms to launch attacks, as fast as lightning, and even inhuman monsters cannot react in time.

The three most basic sword moves, slashing, stabbing and cutting, were all transformed into magic in Byron's hands.

A figure walked calmly in the enemy camp. He was facing a group of ferocious monsters, but he was as relaxed as if he was playing with a group of fat pigs.

At this moment, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, causing a bloody storm.

Muskets and cannons can indeed allow extraordinary people to exert attack power far beyond their own limits when they are at low or middle levels.

But it goes against a basic principle of the extraordinary world - the only thing that never changes in the world is change!

Sword skills may not be so outstanding in the early stage. No matter how high the level of "flow" is, it is often difficult to achieve success due to poor physical fitness.

It is the only skill that can accompany extraordinary people all the way to the peak. The higher the rank, the stronger the power that can be exerted.

Taking advantage of the forbidden magic area, Byron, with just his sword, blocked all the clowns who wanted to rescue Koraskin.

Suddenly, he discovered that Violet behind him had no time to reload her musket, so she simply installed a bayonet on the barrel and was about to use her [Gun Sword Technique] to stab the Bone-Eating Clown.

In his opinion, the power of a young girl is too limited. Unless she can awaken the "flow", even if she can pierce the skin of the other party, she will be stuck by the muscles. She simply doesn't know how thin her arms and legs are. He has tried it and can completely pinch the girl's slender waist with just two hands.

While secretly blaming her for being too reckless, he also gave her some pointers while killing the clown:
“First, focus and complete immersion;
Second, you must have a goal that you are willing to pay the price for;

Third, there is immediate feedback.”

Perhaps the enemies around him couldn't stand his arrogance and rushed over from all directions.

He opened his clawed arms wide, ready to submerge him completely.

"Well done!"

crackling
Byron's joints exploded and his height suddenly shrank by one third.

The blade of the White Frost sword hummed, and he held the sword with the "thumb grip sword method", stepped forward with the [Rooftop Sword Style], turned around and swung the sword with all his strength.

An extremely sharp and cold sword light flashed violently with his hands as the axis.

In an instant, his neck, head, and shoulders cut all the enemies around him into the same size as himself.

laugh--!
The bright red blood splattered everywhere, making Byron, who was standing among a pile of half-bodies, look like a god of death.

Secret sword technique: No-Thinking Spin Slash, All Beings Are Equal!

All people are of the same height, so naturally all beings are equal.

With one move, no clown could stand up again.

Byron then turned around calmly and continued to speak to Violet:

“Fourth, because of the concentration on this, the daily trivialities are completely forgotten and blocked out;”

At the same time, he took a step forward like a gust of wind and rushed towards the Bone-Eating Clown who was gradually standing up due to the lack of fire suppression.

Even if it is not considered extraordinary ability, this guy's body, which has been transformed by the Clown Poisoner, is at least comparable to a cockroach or even a tardigrade.

Byron was worried about letting Violet face this monster alone.

“Fifth, achieve selflessness”

But before he could finish explaining all five key points.

puff!

Violet had easily stabbed the Bone-Eating Clown through the chest.

The ribs, which were as hard as steel and could not be penetrated even by bullets, were unable to block the bayonet attack.

"Hmm? Wait, Miss, you have already broken through the flow? Isn't that a coincidence?"

Moreover, this level of proficiency and ease does not make him look like a beginner at all.

Byron, who had previously thought that the girl's learning progress was not worthy of her title of genius, was shocked.

But there was no time to think, he stepped forward and cut off one of the sharp claws swung by the bone-eating clown with a sword.

Violet cut off the other one in sync with him, nodded, and responded casually:
"Yes, under pressure, the breakthrough happened naturally."

Although she looked calm on the surface, her cheeks were actually slightly red, as if they had been suddenly covered with a light layer of pearl powder.

The icy beauty, who was so cold and almost cruel in front of the pirates, seemed to have fallen to the mortal world in an instant.

'You said Catherine broke through in two hours, and I will tell you that although my foundation was worse, I actually broke through on the second day?

It's been several months, what a slow, stupid idiot.'

But he said:

"These are all unimportant matters, just get to work."

Now that those troublesome guys are gone.

The male and female evil duo simply used a bayonet and a half-sword respectively to completely cut the bone-eating clown in front of them, whose blood was almost drained out, into pieces.

Byron was not satisfied with this, so he pried open his head and took out the big golden ghost card, then used his superb swordsmanship to cut off the bones and flesh.

For the sake of harmony, if we must describe the scene, there is a passage that fits it perfectly:

"Butcher, bring ten pounds of lean meat, without a bit of fat, and chop it into minced meat.
Take another ten catties of fat, without any lean meat, and chop it into fine pieces; take another ten catties of fine cartilage, without any meat on the cartilage, and chop it into fine pieces.

If Byron hadn't been worried that the dog would suffer from indigestion or even some bad accident if fed the food, he would have wanted to try this genius idea.

Maybe we can open up a whole new way to deal with the undead.

Finally, we resorted to the most reliable old method.

Put together the flesh and blood of these creatures that are still squirming slightly, which might be put together to form a complete bone-eating clown if they leave the forbidden magic area.

Three or four Molotov cocktails were smashed into the air, and a raging fire immediately broke out.

Watching the raging flames completely burn even the tiniest cell into ashes.

The other clown clones followed the same method.

Only after the [Ship's Log] confirmed that the history of the Bone-Eating Clown had come to an end did Byron breathe a sigh of relief.

"it is finally over."

On the other side, Violet, who had just run out of the forbidden magic area, also pinched her nose and turned over a dirty trouser pocket that had the ability to store things.

Everything inside poured out with a loud crash.

Apart from magic props such as cards, bombs, balloons, ribbons, etc., there is not much valuable.

However, a pile of old antiques that seemed useless and were specially placed in woven baskets immediately attracted her attention.

Moreover, the first glance of the Taiwanese princess saw a Taiwanese battle axe among the pile of fragments that looked very old!

"This is.?"

Puzzled, he found the clown captain's logbook, opened it and read two lines, and immediately couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Byron, come and look at this."

(End of this chapter)