Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 41: Fighting

Chapter 41: Fighting
So slippery!

The mast was coated with a layer of tung oil for corrosion prevention, and its shaft was straight and smooth, so Yarrow had to use all his strength to keep his balance.

The pirates were charging in, and some of them raised various short weapons, ready to throw them.

Without daring to delay, the muscles in my legs immediately twitched.

Whoosh!
Without a moment's pause, Yaro's body surged upwards, rapidly climbing to higher ground.

Looking at the platform two meters above the mast, Yarrow estimated his own height.

almost!

Having reached his conclusion, Yarrow exerted force with all four limbs, leaping quickly off the mast, his body arcing as he landed smoothly on the high platform.

"How can this be……"

These pirates knew better than anyone how slippery the mast was, and it was precisely because of this knowledge that they were surprised by Yaro's seemingly insignificant action.

"Could it be... that this mast wasn't smoothed out or oiled?"

A short, thin pirate muttered to himself as he reached out and touched the mast. He had been a lookout on pirate ships, so he was even less convinced that anyone could do such a thing.

Snapped!
The short, skinny pirate was slapped away, sent flying by a tall, imposing leader who glared menacingly around and roared angrily:

"What are you all daydreaming about! Don't bother with this little mouse. Let's deal with the other little cuties around here first, then we can play with him!"

"Now, all of you, get up there!"

The number of pirates who had climbed up was not large to begin with. With some more pirates chasing after Yaro, the remaining pirates were no match for the attack of dozens of students and were retreating step by step, their landing position about to be lost.

But with the addition of these tall and burly pirates, the situation became deadlocked once again.

If no other pirates join in, the trainees may soon achieve victory thanks to their numerical advantage.

Unfortunately……

……

Having climbed onto the high platform, Yaro gripped his knight's longsword and warily surveyed his surroundings, while simultaneously practicing the 'Knight's Breathing Technique,' breathing rapidly to quickly restore his strength.

The mast was more slippery than Yarrow had expected. Despite his seemingly effortless performance, he had actually used all his strength to barely succeed.

Short bursts of energy also involve overexertion and can lead to fatigue; it's just that people with good endurance recover faster.

Yaro wiped the blood and grease from his palms, cleaned the blood off his face, then gripped his knight's longsword tightly, crouched down, and climbed to the edge of the platform.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Yaro surveyed the situation on the field.

Because of his years of accumulating experience points, Yaro has ample experience in fighting multiple opponents, and because of this, he is even more aware of the difficulty of fighting multiple opponents.

These pirates were not the boys they knew well, nor were they armed with unsharpened weapons, and Yaro was not wearing leather armor.

Compared to fighting the teenagers, these pirates have an even more important difference.

If it really comes down to a head-on confrontation with these pirates—Yaruo might not have the upper hand!
Why are there weight classes in boxing?

Yaro's strength is six points, which is indeed not low, but in a real fight, these adults can stabilize their center of gravity with their own weight, while Yaro may be directly knocked away because he is too light!

No matter how strong Yaro was, he couldn't change the fact that his body was only this heavy; an ordinary adult could easily lift him up, let alone these experienced pirates.

Being knocked away during combat has obvious consequences.

We can't confront them head-on!

Boom-!
The two ships finally drew closer, and the pirates on the pirate ship, who had been eagerly waiting, swarmed forward along the connecting wooden ladders, howling as they rushed in, quickly squeezing the students' defenses.

"I'm injured! Let me go to the back!"

"Resist! Don't retreat! Thrust! Thrust together!"

"They're throwing knives! Those of you behind, don't just stand there, fight back!"

"What are you doing! Why did you throw the spear!"

"The people in front are saying they're going to fight back!"

"I can't win!" "I surrender! Don't kill me... Ah!"

……

Compared to these pirates who lived a life of constant danger, the trainees were far too inexperienced in every aspect. It was only because the siege ladder was limited in width and the pirates were disorganized and unable to create space after boarding that the situation was able to remain deadlocked for a brief moment.

Anyone familiar with combat could see that the trainees were doomed!

Their fighting spirit is waning, and their formation is gradually falling apart.

Can't wait any longer!
If there are no opportunities, create them!
After adjusting his position on the high platform, Yaro gripped the wooden wall and slid down silently. While the pirates were distracted by the trainees, he kept a close eye on the junior leader who had been hiding in the back, and crouched down to rush out quietly.

What are the weaknesses of some combat techniques can also be their strengths.

The body is light and the footsteps are very faint.

His height, around ten years old, could be easily concealed by the clutter piled up on the deck.

With the help of his master-level "Cat-Shaped Fist - Running", Yaro could roughly understand the distribution of the pirates without even having to peek out.

"Charge! All of you, charge! Push them all up!"

"Kill them, steal the potion, and we can all become knights!"

The henchman kicked and shoved, urging him on, unaware that death was imminent!
Advanced skill - Thrust!

Chi!

The sharp knight's longsword pierced the neck of the minor leader!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The young leader's pupils widened, and streams of blood gushed from his mouth. This indicated that his arteries had been severed; due to the obstruction of the longsword, the arterial blood could only flow into his trachea and then spurt out of his mouth.

Swish!
Yaro drew his sword, and bright red blood spurted out.

The leader pressed his hand against the wound, but blood continued to seep from between his fingers.

He hesitated, taking several steps back. He pointed at Yaro with one hand, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, gushing out mouthfuls of blood, but he couldn't make a sound.

This situation was quickly discovered by the pirates who followed.

The pirates showed no sadness whatsoever; they looked at Yaro as if they had seen an incredible treasure!
"Bosun!"

"The boatswain is dead!"

"Useless! How could you let a child sneak up on you!"

Bang!

The leader collapsed to the ground, one finger still pointing tightly at Yaro, his hateful eyes gradually losing their luster.

Following his gaze, the surrounding pirates stirred, but after only a moment's hesitation, they rushed towards Yaro with great eagerness.

"Alright, kill him, and I'll be the boatswain!"

"kill him!"

"Get out of the way, he's mine!"

Yaro took off running.

He didn't want to be surrounded and attacked.