We agreed to set sail, so you'd become the ruler of the deep sea?

Chapter 55: Boarding Action!
"How come it's so fast?"

Seeing the Black Swan speeding towards them, Baroque's expression changed slightly, his heart filled with doubt and unease.

In terms of speed, the [Angry Shark] is already one of the best among ordinary sailboats. However, when it comes to the oncoming Black Swan, it is like a slow wild elephant encountering a cheetah that is charging at you!

If the two ships were to sail side by side, they probably wouldn't even be able to see the stern of the Black Swan in just a short while!

The first mate, who looked like a scholar, spoke with a solemn expression.

"Even with the combined power of a steam turbine and a sailboat, it would not be able to reach such a speed."

"unless……"

"That ship was blessed by some kind of mystical power or extraordinary relic!"

The first mate's analysis made a lot of sense, but at that moment the pirates on the Shark were not in the mood to listen to him.

"It's...it's going to crash!!!"

"Is the captain on that ship crazy?"

"He wants to take us all down with him?"

The pirates cried out in alarm. Even the fiercest and most ruthless men would lose their composure when they saw a ship faster than a swordfish charging toward them with a self-destructive momentum.

For a moment, the deck was in complete chaos.

Baroque, still somewhat composed, roared, "Shut the hell up!"

"If anyone shouts again, I'll chop off their head first!"

His words poured out like a barrage of bullets.

"Gunner, fire!"

"Sink it!"

His fierce roar finally brought the pirates back to their senses, and the gunners quickly returned to their positions.

boom! boom! boom!
Smoke billowed as cast iron shells, propelled by gunpowder, burst forth, tracing graceful arcs through the air.

It then landed on the sea surface a dozen meters away from the black swan, splashing high into the air.

After firing those shots, the gunner was drenched in sweat, his face covered in cold sweat.

"Captain, we can't hit it! We really can't hit it!"

The accuracy of artillery in that era was already pitifully low.

The Black Swan is also an extremely fast "moving target," and whether you can hit it or not depends entirely on luck!
"Damn it!"

Baroque cursed under his breath, but as he looked at the Black Swan approaching, he hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Go ahead and crash, who's afraid of who?"

"I will fight with you!"

There was only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname.

The "madness" in "Mad Shark Baroque" is by no means an empty name!

However, just as Baroque was about to clash with the Black Swan...

The ship, which seemed to be alive, suddenly began to slow down in a strange manner, as if a galloping horse had its reins pulled.

In just a short time, it reduced its speed from full speed to a speed similar to that of the [Angry Shark].

This scene once again stunned the pirates on the deck.

Unlike steam locomotives on land, ships are inherently difficult to control due to the influence of water currents and wind speeds, requiring the cooperation of many sailors to increase or decrease their speed.

Reaching full speed might be relatively easy.

But such a dramatic deceleration in a short period of time is something even some experienced captains cannot achieve.

Only the sailors knew just how difficult and incredible it was to control the speed of a ship at will.

At this moment, the Black Swan and the Furious Shark had approached to an extremely dangerous distance.

Both sides could see the figures on the other's ship directly.

Typically, the next step is to attach the ship's ropes and engage in the most dangerous boarding maneuver.

But suddenly.

"Boom!"

A loud bang echoed on the deck of the [Angry Shark].

The pirates hurriedly turned to look. On the deck, they saw a steel body as tall as an iron tower.

His body was covered in cold, sturdy armor, with strange patterns formed by magic flowing through it and emitting a faint light.

The sheer size and immense force caused the deck beneath his feet to develop terrifying spiderweb-like cracks.

An unfortunate pirate was unable to dodge in time and was trampled underfoot. His chest collapsed into a rotten pulp, and he quickly stopped breathing.

The pirates were somewhat alarmed by the arrival of this person.

But they are, after all, ruthless criminals who live on the edge, and the enemy at present is only one person, so there is no reason to be afraid of him.

After a brief moment of fear, the pirates charged toward the armored knights, still shouting battle cries.

"kill him!"

"Kill!!!"

Facing the pirates surging from all sides, the armored knight stood firm like a mountain.

There was only one thing he did: he raised his greatsword and slashed in all directions!

laugh!
This greatsword is not sharp, but it is hard and heavy enough.

Wherever the sword struck, pirates either had their ribs broken, their limbs severed, or were sent flying by the force of the blows into the sea.

With just one round of slashing, several pirates lost their lives.

The stench of blood and the cries of agony filled the deck.

Throughout, the knight remained coldly silent, like a emotionless killing machine, terrifying to behold.

Baroque the Mad Shark would not allow the other party to continue slaughtering his men, and roared out.

"Dare to kill my men? You're asking for death!"

next moment.

He then swung his massive, serrated cleaver and leaped down with a powerful slash.

The power of this strike is enough to split a person in two!
clang--

The cleaver and the greatsword collided, and a powerful shockwave expanded, causing many pirates to lose their footing and nearly be thrown into the air.

The entire deck of the ship seemed to tremble because of the exchange of fire.

What followed was a fierce and rapid exchange of blows.

The two heavy weapons were wielded so tightly that they collided and rubbed against each other, producing a continuous series of loud noises. The aftershocks of the battle alone prevented the other pirates from intervening.

After yet another evenly matched clash.

Baroque and the armored knight each took a few steps back.

When Baroque looked up again, his eyes were filled with seriousness, and he cursed inwardly.

"Damn, this thing is too hard!"

He was certain that his greatsword had already struck the knight several times.

It was only because of the protection of the armor that no real results were achieved; instead, the shock made his palms numb and caused bright red blood to flow from his tiger's mouth.

"However, your strength will eventually run out!"

"I still have so many people on my ship, we can wear you down just by holding out."

"I will be the one to win in the end!"

A cruel smile appeared on Baroque's face as he thought to himself, "If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for being too arrogant and daring to trespass on my territory alone!"

Just then, another figure arrived on the deck of the [Angry Shark], landing right next to the armored knight.

He was a handsome man with light blond hair.

He seems more suited to the courtyards of nobles and the luxurious palaces than to the filthy, bloody pirate ships.

However, the man possessed an indescribable air of mystery.

Like light from the dark, deep sea, or the vast, boundless starry sky... those faint lights from places too far to be explored lingered around him, reflected in the eyes of others.

The moment I sensed this mysterious power.

Baroque's body trembled slightly, and the hairs on his body stood on end with instinctive fear, he thought in disbelief.

"This is... the captain of the Black Swan?"

(End of this chapter)