After going into the sea, I met the witch.

Nodding, Ryan went to the cannon.

Since the captain had spoken, he naturally had nothing to be afraid of.

The main cannon originally mounted on the White Dove weighed a full 18 pounds, far exceeding the power of ordinary cannons. Even the Black Agate Merchant Guild did not sell cannon ammunition of this specification, meaning that every shot fired was one less available.

Adjusting the cannon's direction towards the distant "One-Eyed" ship, Ryan smiled.

The firing pin is pulled, and the primer is ignited.

Subsequently.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar echoed across the sea.

Chapter 78 One Man and One Sword, Intimidating the Bandits

Solid metal cannonballs landed on the sea, exploding into a huge spray of water.

The loud noise, only a few meters away, startled the pirates on the One-Eyed Ship and also made One-Eyed Santas's heart skip a beat.

They were just a few meters away from hitting their own ship.

Damn, how did they manage to be so accurate from such a distance!

Meanwhile, Santas's eyes gradually darkened as the other side dared to resist the "one-eyed" enemy.

"Good good!"

Santas laughed angrily: "Full speed ahead, bring the boat alongside me!"

"Having been away from the outer seas for so long, it seems the newcomers have forgotten the once-renowned reputation of the One-Eyed Pirate Crew."

Santas abandoned the idea of ​​exchanging fire with artillery, as the enemy ship's cannons were clearly superior to his own.

However, in naval battles, victory is not solely determined by the side with better artillery.

Santas gazed at the distant ships with burning passion in his eyes.

He not only had his eye on the blue-spotted electric ray, but also on its boat.

The Cyclops, speeding at full speed, was like an arrow released from a bow, rapidly closing the distance between itself and the Black Rose.

Of course, the main reason is that the Black Rose is stationary and has hardly moved.

On the bow deck, Santas, who witnessed this scene, looked puzzled: the other side was neither running away nor attacking, giving the impression that they were simply staying put and waiting for the enemy to come to them.

Are you really that confident?

Santas didn't believe that the other side wouldn't recognize their flag.

Since they recognized it, why did they still put on this act...?

For some reason, a faint sense of unease arose in his heart, but he quickly dismissed this sudden feeling.

If they dared not attack an unknown pirate crew, word would get out and the One-Eyed Pirate Crew would face intense scrutiny the next day, potentially leading to a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Even the Iron Eagle Pirates and the Blood Demon Pirates began to question his strength as an ally.

Therefore, this battle must be fought!

During their rapid voyage, the two ships quickly drew very close.

"All combat personnel, prepare!"

"Board the ship—drop the line!"

"Move the boat closer to me!"

Santas's eyes were ruthless.

Since you are so arrogant, let me see what gives you such confidence.

"Boom!"

As the ships collided, the One-Eyed Pirates, who had been waiting impatiently, brandished their weapons and grinned as they charged across the thick ropes.

There are no weaklings among those who can join the One-Eyed Pirate Crew.

Running on the rope is just a basic exercise.

Among them, the two pirates, one fat and one thin, rushed the fastest.

They were the first and second mates of the One-Eyed Pirate Crew, and the only two Tier 1 professionals besides "One-Eyed" Santas, both of whom were pirates.

First mate "Bonecrusher" Ronnie and Second mate "Ripper" Edge.

The most common profession among pirates is [Pirate]. This is a choice based on the environment, and also because the materials for "Pirate Potions" are easiest to obtain at sea.

"Bonecrusher" Ronnie and "Ripper" Edge were the first to board the enemy deck.

To their surprise, there were not many enemies on the deck; all they could see was one person standing in the center of the deck.

He was a young man who looked to be under twenty years old.

Her light golden medium-length hair fluttered gently in the sea breeze, and her delicate skin was unlike that of a pirate or sailor who had endured years of wind and sun exposure.

What caught the attention of "Bonecrusher" Ronnie and "Ripper" Edge even more was the weapon the young man was carrying on his back.

Greatsword?

Upon seeing the weapon, the two were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Look what I'm seeing! Fighting with greatswords at sea?"

"I get it, this guy wants to sink faster when he goes into the sea, hahaha..."

The pirates who followed the two onto the deck also saw the greatsword behind the young man and burst into laughter, filling the deck with a joyful atmosphere.

"Kid, since you're in such a hurry to sink into the sea, then I'll grant your wish!"

After the laughter subsided, "Bones" Ronnie gave a cruel smile.

His weapon was a large curved sword.

Compared to ordinary scimitars, this scimitar is longer and heavier, making it suitable for larger individuals.

"Dong dong!"

Standing at a height of 2.1 meters and weighing over 120 kilograms, his running momentum is like that of a charging chariot, giving people a sense of unstoppable force.

In past battles, "Bonecrusher" Ronnie had used this method to kill several people by crashing into their chests, causing them to collapse.

Now, his target has changed to the seemingly "thin" young man in front of him.

Ultimately, he, and the pirates behind him, believed that the outcome would not change much.

The difference might just be the distance of the splashed blood, right?

Despite the menacing pirates approaching, Ryan remained remarkably calm.

He raised his right hand and grasped the hilt of the Greatsword Ferocious Ice behind him.

Ryan moved when the other person was five meters away from him.

"Qiang——!"

The sound of the greatsword being drawn was so loud that it even drowned out the sound of the waves.

A silver-blue gleam shone forth, illuminating the eyes of every pirate.

Apart from "One-Eyed" Santas, who was the last to arrive on deck, none of the pirates saw exactly what happened in that instant.

Their trembling pupils reflected the heads that flew high into the air.

A look of astonishment lingered in his bulging, ferocious eyes, as if he were wondering how he had suddenly taken to the air.

It wasn't until "Bones" Ronnie saw his headless body and the back of the young man who was sheathing his greatsword that he suddenly realized what was happening.

He died, beheaded with a single sword strike so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Filled with resentment and fear, "Bones" Lonnie's gaze finally sank into eternal darkness.

"Tick-tock... tick-tock..."

The gushing blood fell onto the deck and dripped onto the pirates' hearts.

They began to retreat in fear, with Edge, the "Ripper," being the most terrified.

He was almost there with "Bones" Lonnie, but considering Lonnie's status as the first mate, he hesitated and decided to let him have his way, which is why he didn't make a move.

Unexpectedly, this one wrong decision saved his life.

"Boom!"

A figure swept over the heads of the pirates and landed at the front.

"One-Eyed" Santas looked at the young man carrying a greatsword ahead, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Second-tier elite?"

“But your spiritual fluctuations are clearly…”

"call……"

Taking a deep breath, "One-Eyed" Santas stopped talking and raised his hand.

With a flash of light from the spatial ring, a silver spear appeared in mid-air, which he held in his palm.

"I don't care who you are or where you come from. Since you killed my men, then take a spear from me first, and we'll talk about everything else!"

Lunge, raise your hand, and gather your strength.

The next second, a silver streak shot out and aimed directly at Ryan's face.

Chapter 79 [Storm Battle Body]

The surface of the silver spear is engraved with fine lines, within which emanates a spiritual radiance, a testament to its extraordinary nature.

As it flew, the spear spun continuously, tearing through the air in front of it, leaving a trail of pale silver in its wake.

Ryan's gaze turned serious.

Even before the shot was fired, he felt a stinging pain in the skin of his left chest, as if it had been pierced through.