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Chapter 208: Chapter 134: Bewitching Hearts (Vote for Recommendation)

“Whoosh, whoosh.”

Above the sea, a merchant ship swiftly sailed northward while a pirate ship closely followed behind.

“Hah~~”

Sigurian yawned, stretching lazily and basking in the sunlight, “Hasn’t this been too long? Are you all really that useless?”

“Boss, boss.”

“Just give me a little more time, please rest assured, I will definitely…”

“Bang!”

A shadow crashed onto the deck, causing an explosive spray of water on the sea surface.

“Glug glug.”

Sigurian swigged his drink, stood up, and began to issue orders, “Aim the ship a bit more accurately.”

“Yes, yes!!”

The pirate captain died, just like that, in a baffling manner.

The other pirates, terrified to a pale complexion, trembled yet still shakily carried out Sigurian’s command.

They had just joined Skull Island, attracted by its reputation.

But what was happening now?

Sigurian’s terrifying power… was this man truly human?!

This was the Great Pirate from the legends, the man who was said to be immortal…

“This way, no, that way.”

Paying no mind to the inner turmoil of the others, Sigurian held the bottle before his eyes, woozily gesturing a few times: “Mmh, that’s right.”

“Whew!”

“Hm?”

In the cabin, Bailuo and his senior sister immediately sensed the sudden projectile.

“Bang!!!”

The bottle hit the side of the merchant ship, exploding like a cannonball and even more terrifying than one.

But it missed, by just a little bit, really just by a hair’s breadth.

“This…”

Sigurian shook his head, slapped himself on the forehead, and his previously inebriated mind suddenly cleared up a bit.

“Hm?”

Sigurian’s eyes calmly observed the ship ahead: “Did I just miss?”

“That side…”

Such a long-range attack, Bailuo and his senior sister had actually been anticipating.

“He’s drunk.”

“Although we only shifted the boat slightly, there’s still a chance he could discover us.”

“It’s enough.”

Bailuo: “Let’s slow down.”

Bailuo felt the timing was about right. They were sufficiently far from Skull Island, and Miss Dolphin had not detected any sea monsters.

They could easily take Sigurian down now, while he was drunk and without a single soldier or servant by his side.

This time, probably even his uncle wouldn’t have expected that a casual mention would bring such luck.

Indeed, winning or losing didn’t just depend on your own strength, but also whether your opponent was weak or not.

Perhaps he wasn’t weak, but he might be reckless.

“…”

Sigurian noticed the merchant ship stopping and his lips twitched subtly: “What does this mean?”

“Why does this feel off?”

Sigurian was a bit confused, having sobered up quite a bit now.

Pirates nearby offered him more alcohol, but Sigurian didn’t take it, instead walking a few steps forward and leaning on the railing.

“When did we set sail?”

Sigurian, frowning, looked at the pirate beside him. The pirate was startled and quickly replied, “About, an hour ago (all measurements of time have been converted to Yatun’s).”

“An hour and we haven’t caught up…”

How could ordinary merchant ships have the guts to pass through the Devil’s Sea? It had been many years since he had encountered a few.

“Not good.”

At this moment, a cold sweat broke out on Sigurian: ‘This seems like a trap!’

“Boss, shall we continue the chase?”

There was a possibility, and not a small one, that the ship ahead was a merchant ship, but it could also be someone luring the enemy.

“No.”

“It shouldn’t be.”

“Could it be possible? How would he know I got drunk, exactly when I fancied a breath of fresh air?”

Sigurian had come out because he was drunk; how could the other party have predicted that?

It was illogical!

However, no matter how hard Sigurian racked his brains, he would never guess that it really was just good luck for Bailuo and his group.

“Stop the ship!”

Sigurian, a cautious man, didn’t opt to continue but had the pirate ship drop its anchor.

Simply retreating was not Sigurian’s style.

Previously, it was due to hesitation that he had lost face before Evil Wolf and Kristin.

This time, Sigurian didn’t want to retreat at all.

“They’ve stopped as well.”

Seeing the ship behind them slowing down, Bailuo and his senior sister realized that Sigurian might have sensed something.

There was no reason for pirates to give up their prey. Like the pirate lord Shate of Yatun Island, Sigurian wouldn’t be suspicious and scare himself.

“Boss? What should we do now…”

“No one escapes from my grasp.”

Sigurian, suddenly reminded of Evil Wolf, took a deep breath with rage in his eyes: “No matter who you are, sink it!”

“But…”

“Bang!!”

Sigurian struck the railing with his hand, cracking it all over.

“….”

The pirates trembled, thinking Sigurian was angry, and for a moment didn’t know whether to raise the anchor or continue waiting.

Unknown to them, an invisible ripple was spreading in all directions, centered on Sigurian.

“Your Majesty!”

On the merchant ship, the senior sister heard the vibration and lifted her head.

“Strike!!”

Sigurian was summoning sea monsters; Bailuo wouldn’t let him have his way and acted immediately with his senior sister.

“Boom!”

The golden Fighting Saint Method burst forth instantaneously, and two figures crossed the nearly one kilometer of sea at an astonishing speed.

“What?!”

Sigurian only felt a flash before his eyes, and in the next moment, the entire pirate ship shattered under the onslaught of the surging Fighting Spirit.

“This!!”

Wood splinters flew, numerous pirates were crushed by the Fighting Spirit, and amidst the sudden attack, Sigurian was so shaken he could not open his eyes.

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