Pirate's Swordsmanship Supreme

Qi Ya didn't have time to consider the thoughts of everyone on the opposing side. As soon as he stepped onto the deck of the pirate ship, he headed towards Crowe without saying a word.

The visual feedback feeds back to the brain every move made by everyone on the ship, which makes up for the blind spots in the field of vision very well.

As he rushed towards Crowe, diagonally behind him, Richie, who had been trying his best to weaken his sense of presence since the beginning of the battle, swung the steel knife in his hand and slashed towards his side.

Richie thought very clearly. If he really sat back and watched the opponent and Crowe fight, no matter which side won, he would not end well.

This swordsman's strength was already quite terrifying more than a year ago, but judging from the opponent's age, he is far from reaching his true peak. Now that so much time has passed, it only takes a little thinking to deduce that his current strength should be far away. Be above yourself.

One side is about the same strength as myself, while the other side is far superior to me, and is a pirate myself...

After quickly listing these elements in his mind, Richie felt that he knew which side to stand on first without even thinking.

Hesitation is the most taboo in a fight, so after making a decision in his mind, he seemed to have used all his strength to attack Qiya.

As soon as Richie started to move, Qi Ya sensed something was wrong.

After raising his eyebrows slightly, he took half a step outward, and then continued to rush towards Crowe.

Qi Ya currently only has one idea, to subdue or solve the biggest trouble on the ship first, and then deal with the remaining guys one by one.

When the hit that he thought was inevitable failed, Richie became a little angry. He spat out and rushed towards the battle circle between Qi and Ya with a steel knife in hand, specifically targeting the blind spots of the human body.

As the fight deepened, Qi Ya discovered that the results of his training over the past year should be considered extremely impressive.

One-on-one, not only did he not feel very strenuous, but the more he fought, the more his inner desire for fighting was aroused.

The body, mind and sword are like three different forging materials in the furnace, gradually merging together in the flames of "actual combat".

Only then did he understand why in the records of the two worlds, there were so many swordsmen looking for people to duel with each other as if they were committing suicide.

It is different from visual satisfaction, enjoyment on the tip of the tongue, and comfort under the belly. It is a feeling that is freed from low-level taste and sublimated. The world seems to be divided into two parts, and only the sword is left. other.

Just when Sakia was about to make the fight longer, Richie was the first to reach exhaustion.

Although he had already overestimated Qi Ya's strength in his heart, it was only after the fight that he discovered that there was a huge gap between the two sides in terms of strength alone.

Even if he and Crowe attacked together, the young swordsman still felt like a steel fortress without any shortcomings.

And from time to time, this fortress will release rows of cold cannon barrels, which will give you a fatal blow as soon as you relax slightly.

At this time, Richie was facing such a dilemma. After a short period of high-intensity fighting, his energy and strength had been exhausted. The last time the steel knife collided with the opponent's Western sword, he could not hold it firmly. causing the steel knife to fall to the ground.

And before he even started to hesitate between fighting and retreating, the sword blade that passed over his neck and cut the blood vessels and trachea had already made other choices for him.

Richie stretched out his hand to cover his severed neck, and his hands were filled with warm touches. He tried hard to keep his consciousness alive for a while, but a strong sense of exhaustion suddenly invaded his brain...

Seeing the only helper in the field slowly falling to the ground, Crowe frowned, and then without waiting for the opponent to force himself into a desperate situation, he shouted "Spoon"!

The entire body began to move on the warship at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

A series of knife marks like those scratched by a cat's claws appeared on the warship, mixed with a few pirates' cries of pain before they died.

Qi Ya, who was located in the center of the battlefield, first tried to judge the opponent's movement trajectory with his naked eyes. After finding it very difficult, he simply closed his eyes and captured the opponent's movement trajectory only by seeing and hearing.

In the black and white image presented in his mind, the traces of Crowe's movements looked like someone drawing lines randomly on a piece of white paper with a pencil.

Whether you can defeat the enemy depends entirely on your lucky attacks.

Qi Ya just stood quietly in the middle of the deck, waiting for the opponent to attack him, either to be exhausted, or to crash through the railing and fall into the sea.

The damage to the pirate ship was becoming more and more serious. Apart from a few pirates lying on the ground, Sakia was the only one standing on the deck.

On the other side, on the three-masted sailboat, Barbas swallowed his saliva and asked Gary tentatively next to him:

"You, tell me, captain, can he handle that kind of speed? Is that really what a human can achieve?"

Gary's expression was also not relaxed. Only then did he understand the reason why Qi Ya insisted on attacking the pirates first and letting them protect themselves first.

If the venue of the battle is changed back to our own ship, how many living people will be left on our side after this battle?

"Barbas, don't you think it's unnecessary to worry about the captain now?" Gary said calmly after sighing in his heart.

"What do you mean?"

Babas felt that it was really difficult for him to communicate with the other party, but this was a special situation. He didn't curse in his heart like usual, but scratched his head and asked.

"When it came to destroying Creek's gang, it was basically the captain who contributed."

"To deal with this group of pirates now, it's basically the captain who's doing the work."

"Tell me, if you were the captain, would you feel that your subordinates are particularly useless? When you encounter someone with greater strength and ability in the future, would you let him take our place?"

After Gary considered the words in his mind, he spoke.

"..." Babas was speechless for a moment. If he thought about what the other party meant, he really felt that people like him were somewhat useless.

After racking his brains for a long time, he seemed to have finally decided to accept his fate and asked in frustration:

"Then what do you think we should do? I mean how to quickly increase our strength? Apart from Devil Fruit, I can't think of any other way, but that thing starts with [-] million, and I can't get that many Baileys even if I save it all my life. come!"

Gary's eyes fell on the battle circle between Qiya and Crowe. He tapped the railing with his right index finger. After thinking for a moment, he suggested:

"When we get back, let's all see how many beli's we can collect. We will form a mutual aid group and sort them according to the number of beli's we get."

"To see how close I am to the price of purchasing a Devil Fruit, I tried to borrow some from the captain. After purchasing the Devil Fruit, the person with the most Baileys will eat it first."

"Then that person will be responsible for earning more Baileys. After everyone has accumulated enough Baileys to buy the second Devil Fruit, the person with the second most Baileys will finally eat it."

"And so on, until everyone in the support group eats the Devil Fruit."