Chapter 139: Aesthetics of Violence (Seeking 5-star review)

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The battle begins.

Ajin and Senior did not hesitate for a moment. They rushed into the crowd in an instant. Swords and sabers flashed past them. It was extremely dangerous. If they were not careful, they would be covered in blood.

But Ajin had a blank expression on his face and was calm as water. Facing the various weapons whizzing towards him, there was not a single ripple in his calm eyes.

Relying on his nimble feet and agile body, he dodged attacks time and again by sticking close to the sharp blade. His posture was elegant and efficient, without any unnecessary movements, like a dancer dancing on the tip of a knife.

Ajin had a clear goal and did not fight back. He broke through the siege of more than a dozen people in an instant.

The Seniole who caught up with him was completely different. He didn't dodge or evade, but moved wildly, waving his claws in the crowd and slashing the pirates who rushed up one by one, along with the weapons in their hands, into several pieces! Like a sharp spear, he pierced straight through the enemy's defenses!

"Tian! Tian! Tian!"

Blood was splattered in the crowd. The man in the black suit was like a devil descending. Wherever he passed, the pirate minions were like the melons and vegetables in the phrase "cutting melons and vegetables", and they were broken into several pieces and fell to the ground.

The scene was so appetizing that Gel's eyebrows twitched as he watched it. He wondered if this animal-type insect fruit would make people become as emotionless as insects in battle.

After passing through the crowd, Ajin exerted force on his feet and instantly jumped high up and rushed straight towards the pirate captain Baigu on the platform!

Baigu can see clearly from a high vantage point.

The strength displayed by Senior has already made him feel fearful. Bragging without strength is called arrogance, but having strength is another matter. And the three little brats in front of him are really not bragging, they are really preparing to conquer his entire pirate group with three people!

Naturally, Bai Gu did not dare to continue to underestimate Ajin who was rushing towards him. He stepped back a few steps and drew out his sword. It was a gorgeous Western sword with the guard inlaid with broken diamonds. However, the sword was very long. The blade alone was about two meters long. It looked a bit incongruous and funny in the hands of Bai Gu, who was less than 1.5 meters tall.

Ajin didn't think much about it. His fingers turned into dragon claws and turned black. He walked forward to fight with Baigu.

Gel sat on the side of the boat, admiring Senior's aesthetic of killing, clicking the cylinder of a revolver in his hand.

Po stood in front of Ger, and he was responsible for protecting the captain under the orders of Master Jin.

I saw Abao standing in a horse stance with his fists clenched and placed against his waist. He let out a "yo" and bowed to the enemy.

After doing this, it remained motionless, looking at the enemy expectantly.

Fortunately, the pirates who were about to rush up had never seen a creature like the Kung Fu Manatee. Seeing its posture, they were a little confused and thought that this strange creature was planning some big move.

Only Gel knew what was going on. It was waiting for the other party to start the salute. Gel immediately jumped up and slapped Po's green helmet, scolding with a smile:

"You little fool! They are pirates, just rush up and beat them. This is not a normal competition, there is no need to wait for both sides to salute before starting!"

"Oh hey!"

A Bao touched his head a little embarrassedly and apologized.

The three pirates around also heard what Gel said, and knew that the little turtle was not holding back any big moves, but was naively waiting for them to bow in return, so they immediately rushed up shouting.

Po remained fearless in the face of danger, his big round eyes filled with excitement.

"Ah da!"

Facing the three pirates who were slashing at him with knives, Po took the initiative to rush forward. When he got close, he suddenly lowered his body and lay flat on the ground. Using the tortoise shell on his back as a fulcrum, he began to spin on the ground like a top.

The two pirates in the front were caught off guard and tripped to the ground. Only the third pirate who followed behind reacted. He jumped back to avoid Po's sweeping kick. Well, it should be called a tail sweep, because the little manatee has no legs at all.

Just when the pirate was feeling a little proud.

Having missed the first strike, Po used his tail to support himself on the ground, and bounced off the ground like a spring. He hit the minion's stomach solidly with a Rising Dragon Fist, causing him to spit out all the wine he had drunk at the banquet.

"vomit!"

Minion No. 3 lay on the ground in pain, vomited a few times, and then fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

The two pirates who had been tripped earlier also got up again. They looked at each other, and after a brief conversation, they suddenly began to act separately. One of them went forward to fight with Po, while the other rushed straight towards Gur, wanting to capture the thief and the leader.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Without any hesitation, Gel took out his pistol and fired at the pirates rushing towards him. He didn't spare the bullets at all. The pistol fired like a machine gun. The minion No. 2, who was shot into a sieve, fell unwillingly in a pool of blood.

Until his death, he couldn't understand why bullets could kill people!

Just at this moment, Po also successfully dealt with the last pirate and ran over. Gel smiled and patted its shell and praised it:

"Well done, Po, but you need to stay calm and keep working hard. I hope next time the captain can just watch the show without you having to do it yourself."

Po nodded and bowed as if he had finished his work.

Gel shifted his gaze towards the place where the battle was most intense, and saw that less than half of the hundred pirates who had surrounded Seniol at the beginning were left.

The deck had long been soaked in blood, some of which had been oxidized into a thick layer of reddish-brown sticky substance by the help of the sea breeze.

The blood flowing into the sea through the drain also attracted hundreds of sharks with sharp fangs. Blood is their best stimulant. At this time, the sharks have entered hunting mode, circling the pirate ship in three layers, waiting for food to be dropped. Some of the impatient ones have already begun to gnaw on the wooden boards at the bottom of the ship.

"Hey, this guy! Is he a monster?"

Fear has spread rapidly among the crowd. The pirates' initial ferocity and impulsive red-eye disease have all been cured by Senior's physical methods. Now no one dares to rush forward and die.

A large number of them have just joined this pirate group and have no sense of belonging to this ship and the people on board. These minions who have been able to survive the multiple battles between pirate groups to annex each other are all accustomed to being fence-sitters and none of them have any moral integrity.

It doesn't matter who you serve as a younger brother to, of course your own life is more important, so when they see that the situation is not good, one by one they start to think about surrendering and looking for the next owner directly. With the strength shown by this group of people, they are worthy of being their younger brothers willingly.

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