Pirate Emotional System

Crowe stepped lightly on the ground and used silent steps to avoid the oncoming daggers and darts. He looked at Du En with cold eyes. He was very unhappy about the latter's declaration of war. !

"This bounty hunter..." A drop of cold sweat dripped from Zangao's forehead. With just one person, he easily killed nearly half of the Black Cat Pirates...

Crowe pushed up his glasses with his palms and said gloomily: "I'm so disappointed. A bunch of trash, even a mere bounty hunter can't deal with it..."

Feeling that even he was being scolded, Zangao quickly defended: "But Captain Crowe, he is not an ordinary bounty hunter..."

Crowe said coldly: "Have you also learned to defend yourself? Thank you so much!"

Zangao's breath was suffocated, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he couldn't even speak.

"You all go back to the ship first... let me send this brat to hell with my own hands."

After Crowe said indifferently, the remaining pirates rushed back to the deck of the Black Cat as if they were pardoned. Jango, who was walking at the end, looked back at Crowe and held his black top hat with his hand. , murmured, "The captain is serious about it, no monster of any kind can survive..."

When the deck was cleared, only Crowe and Duen were left... and a pile of corpses.

The sea breeze blew in, blowing Crowe's black captain's cloak. He rubbed the nearly one-meter-long ten-finger blade and looked at Du En, "This sea is really getting more and more impetuous, more and more Navy soldiers, more and more bounty hunters, are constantly stopping me and disturbing me. Trouble comes one after another. You...can't you die quietly?"

Du En was not in a hurry to take action: "I really didn't come here to kill you on purpose, I just happened to make some pocket money for daily expenses."

"The negative emotion value from Crowe is +133..."

Crow's veins popped up on his forehead, and his sinister gaze fell directly on Du En through his spectacles, "I will shut your mouth completely!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot, and the sea wind around him became stronger.

Although it is difficult for the eyes to follow Crowe's figure, the flow of air around him is not deceiving. Even if his footsteps merge into the sea breeze, as long as he calms down, he can hear a slight difference.

Paper painting!

Like a cartilaginous animal, Du En avoided the sharp blade on the right side at an incredible angle, and suddenly stabbed out the hand-width knife.

blah!

The blade opened a fifty-centimeter hole in Crow's captain's cloak, but he only moved back a little like a ghost before approaching again, and the ten blades of the cat's claw suddenly stabbed Duen's chest.

The broad knife in Du En's hand quickly retracted, and with a sudden block, he blocked Crowe's cat claws again. He swung back in a flash, and the red nightmare wrapped around the blade reflected a strange scene, which shot into Crowe's pupils, making him His movements couldn't help but stagnate.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Du En slashed towards Crowe without hesitation, seemingly threatening to chop off his entire wrist. However, Crowe's instinct formed from many years of combat experience caused his body to deflect. After regaining consciousness, the tendency of deflection increased, but his left arm was still slashed and stabbed.

Torn pieces of fabric flew out with traces of flesh.

Crowe stepped back continuously, and glanced at the exposed flesh and blood of his arm with a cold face and lowered his eyebrows. He felt the dizzying scene that appeared in his mind instantly, which seemed to pull his soul out of his body...

No, this statement is too exaggerated, but he is indeed lost. Even after many years of fighting, this is the first time he has encountered this situation...

"That magic power just now... came from the knife in your hand, right?"

Crowe looked at Du En. Although he was convinced of his guess, he still wanted to try to get something out of him.

Du En looked at the dimmed red nightmare wrapped around the broad knife and shook his head, "No."

"Humph, forget it, I don't expect you to tell the truth..."

Crowe pushed up his glasses with the palm of his hand. He had not felt this kind of oppression that endangered his life for a long time. Facing such an enemy, it was wisest to end the battle quickly with the strongest offensive.

His body swayed rhythmically, "No matter what kind of power you have, it doesn't matter, because you will die..."

The voice became lower and lower, and for a moment a burst of almost purple smoke rose from under Crowe's feet, and soon his figure completely disappeared on the deck!

Crowe's strongest move "Spoon" has a speed equivalent to that of Marine Six, but because the speed is so fast, even he himself doesn't know what he will hit.

The surrounding airflow began to become violent, and the deep marks left by the cat's claws suddenly appeared on the mast, railing and deck of the deck.

Du En's face was alert, and his body was like a piece of tissue paper, feeling the surrounding airflow, which was constantly changing.

His current paper drawing can sense the air flow within a range of about four meters. In other words, only when Crowe steps within the four-meter range can he predict the direction from which the opponent will attack.

After all, this range is still a little small. It only takes a moment for Crowe, who is running rapidly, to cross the four-meter distance and leave scars on Du En with his cat claws. However, the role of paper painting is not just to simply feel. The air flow allows the body to follow the air flow and dodge instinctively without any thinking.

Similarly, Crowe's indiscriminate strike is suitable for clearing out miscellaneous soldiers, but when there is only one enemy, it causes a lot of ineffective damage and wastes energy in vain.

Du En waved his broad knife, trying to sense the flow of air, and then intercepted the opponent with his sharp knife. However, the moment he felt the surge of air, the opponent was already approaching, and he had to defend and dodge.

For a moment, there was nothing we could do to defeat the other party...

"There must be a way to destroy this offensive."

Du En used paper drawings to dodge Crowe's attack. He couldn't help but feel a little irritated, but suddenly thought of something, his heart suddenly brightened, and he dropped the knife on the ground.

Although this broad knife only weighs [-] kilograms, after taking it off, Du En's dodge shape becomes much smoother, and he can switch to various incredible postures at will.

The bright moon shines high, casting a silver glow.

Du En stood there with no intention of attacking, and just used paper drawings to dodge. Gradually, until a dark shadow suddenly appeared on the deck with traces of destruction everywhere.

Seizing the momentary opportunity, Du En suddenly raised his foot and kicked the air in front of him with a "crackling" sound!

An afterimage that was submerged in the wind turned into a real image and instantly flew out like a cannonball, hitting the side of the ship and rolling up countless sawdust and smoke!

Du En looked at the smoke and dust like a pearl of wisdom, picked up the broad knife on the deck, and sneered: "Young man, you have a good time at parkour, are you tired?"

Since it was too difficult to take the initiative, Du En simply chose to consume his energy with the opponent. Instead, you tickled me and I hid. If you didn't scratch me, I stood and saw who could use up all his energy first.

After all, Crowe is attacking the entire ship indiscriminately, and when facing Duen alone, his physical consumption will be far greater than that of the latter. If he uses the "spoon" for a long time, a high-load exercise, his footsteps will gradually slow down. As it becomes heavier, the speed will inevitably slow down.

Du En's reliance on "paper painting" is not false, but looking at the East China Sea, almost no one dares to do this. Not to mention Smogbaki and his like, if you let Aaron try it, if you don't escape to the sea, I guess He had to be tortured by Crowe's "spoon".

"The negative emotion value from Crowe is +322..."

A stream of blood flowed from Crowe's forehead. He staggered to his feet and looked at Du En, who was unharmed. His face was so complicated that he didn't know what kind of expression it was, including ferocious, embarrassed, angry, unwilling, and fearful expressions.

After being a pirate for so many years, Crowe felt powerless for the first time. He thought that under his fierce attack, the opponent's body would be scratched with dozens of bloody wounds and he would be dying.

But the truth is just the opposite, the other party was unscathed... After many years of traveling across the East China Sea, no one has ever been able to escape unscathed from the "spoon" he used with all his strength, but everything was broken with the appearance of this bounty hunter in front of him. Who is he!

"It's my turn..."

Feeling that Crowe's negative emotion value was still increasing in his mind, Du En took a deep breath. It was not an easy task to use paper drawings one after another, and most of his physical strength was actually used up.

Right now, we can no longer give this notorious pirate a chance to breathe, otherwise, there will be a steady stream of blows, and the situation will become no longer clear.

Du En raised the broad knife wrapped in red nightmare, stepped forward, and rushed forward.

Crowe bent his knees slightly, trying to dodge using the Silent Step, but due to the extreme movement just now, his steps that had not yet slowed down were slightly stagnant. The moment he raised his eyes and looked forward, the mental shock caused by the nightmare invaded his pupils. .

In an instant, Crowe, who was wearing a black butler's uniform, was thrown away by the huge force of the broadsword. After falling five or six meters in the air, he hit the deck at the sharp corner of the ship. His head hung motionless, and the knife almost penetrated his body. The narrow knife wound was bleeding like a spring.

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