Beginning with the Ubume Bird-Chapter 247 - 84 The Great Thief’s Fame (Part 6)
Chapter 247 -84 The Great Thief’s Fame (Part 6)
Elder Gu’s eyes lifted slightly, and numerous Gaoli ghosts surged toward the heavens.
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Cai Qian rubbed his eyebrows, remaining silent.
Li Yan bent his knees and leaped down to the surface of the sea, and at the moment his shoe tips touched the water, countless ice chunks exploded, incomparably magnificent.
Li Yan lifted his head, his dark red leather armor resting on the ice floes as shadows flashed past him, plunging into the sea with splashes. He took a deep breath, inhaling the bloody dust of the boiling naval battle along with the salty sea air into his lungs. In his pupils, a towering blue iceberg exploded violently, a clear and piercing phoenix cry emanated from within, followed by blurriness.
With the increase in the Gu Huo Bird’s Awakening Degree, the effects of the Nine Phoenix Power had become even more potent…
The Nine Phoenix Power, in the strict sense, was not ice, but cold; Li Yan had found during the chaotic battle in Yan Capital that the moisture in the air largely determined the strength of the Nine Phoenix Power’s manifestation, and rivers, lakes, and oceans were indeed his home field!
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Suddenly, a cool face with tear-stained dimples flashed in front of Li Yan, followed by a delicate neck, and the ivory navel under the gap in her clothes…
Splash!
Yan Ajiu dove into the water, and the splashes that reached Li Yan’s face instantly turned into countless ice beads, clattering onto the ice floe.
Li Yan tugged at the corner of his mouth, kicking off the ice and dashing towards the ship named “Jealousy,” shattering the ice and dust along the way, creating a terrifying sight.
This commotion provided cover for the skilled fighters on both the Red and Cai sides. The soldiers of the English-Portuguese coalition noticed this scene, and a large number of cannon muzzles turned, firing at Li Yan, completely enveloping him within dozens of meters. The glowing red cannon shells cracked open at a visible speed. The red flames swallowed Li Yan in an instant.
A few golden-haired, blue-eyed gunners cursed something, likely “damn sorcerer” or such. When the East India Company and the Demon Thief pirates fought in Vietnam, although it ultimately led to nothing, the pirates’ bizarre Taiping Documents had made a deep impression on the Red Hairs, who now mistook the strange phenomena on Li Yan as something similar.
Bang~
Ice and dust exploded into flames. Li Yan, shouldering the Gold-engraved Tiger Head Spear, emerged with his dark red leather armor scorched, yet not so much as half an eyebrow was damaged. He charged out of the range of the cannons, the ice floes underfoot stretched out and melted rapidly, he pressed down on the great spear and tossed it, the Devouring Blade coiling and piercing the air barrier, nailing itself into the black deck. Then, seizing the spear shaft for leverage, he somersaulted onto the deck, and the Gold-engraved Tiger Head Spear traced an arc in midair before thudding down at Li Yan’s feet.
Cai Qian gazed at the melting ice floes swaying in the distance and squinted his eyes, muttering to himself, “Just another Demon Thief…”
Li Yan, the first to step onto the deck of “Jealousy,” scanned the deck. Dozens of dark gun muzzles were raised, their aims fixed on him. Bullets came whizzing towards him.
Li Yan, who had tested the power of musket bullets before, initially didn’t take it seriously, but when bullets pierced the cold air around him from all directions, a stabbing pain shot through his temples.
“There’s something wrong with these muskets!”
Realizing this, Li Yan dashed forward with a slippery step, while sharp blasts of air whizzed past his ear. Most of the bullets missed, but a few shrewdly angled cone-shaped bullets grazed Li Yan’s face and elbow.
Upon closer inspection, the attire of these sailors differed entirely from that of typical Portuguese sailors; they wore red copper-colored round helmets, black high-collared military uniforms, and their jet-black rifles were adorned with a bird’s beak shape on the barrel.
A Fleeting Glimpse sent the relevant information.
Magic Motion Technology: Black Beck Rifle
Li Yan let out a tiger’s roar, and with immense force, smashed the Tiger Head Great Spear down on the mast. The mast, over ten meters tall, was forcibly cut down with a crash, a sail collapsed covering most of the gunners who were reloading.
Li Yan glanced again at the black holes left by the bullet shots in the cabin.
Magic Motion Technology: Unstable Mercury Needle Bullet (increased piercing power).
Li Yan squinted his eyes and advanced, lifting the great spear; just as a Portuguese sailor surfaced, his copper helmet and skull were blown to smithereens by the Platinum Devouring Blade.
Chilling currents crisscrossed the deck, save for the initial salvo from these bronze-helmeted sailors that left Li Yan no room to avoid, the man in red armor wielded his great spear like a tiger among sheep, and in a few breaths, he had skewered more than a dozen sailors, leaving this part of the deck utterly empty.
Hurried footsteps and alarmed cries surged, and from all over the “Jealousy” ship, red-copper-helmeted sailors armed with Black Beck Rifles converged towards Li Yan at the edge of the large ship. Orders to open fire were passed down the ranks, but although their bullets were formidable, the rate and breadth of movement required for firing their guns were substantial, and Li Yan, being vigilant, found it hard for the mercury needle bullets to hit him, given his footwork and eyesight. Once Li Yan got close, his spear swept through them, spraying blood and greatly increasing the casualties.
There were also some hot-blooded young sailors who grabbed cutlasses and rushed forward, and their fate was easily imagined.
Thud
Another sailor fell, with a goose-egg-sized bloody hole in his throat that looked terrifying. Li Yan gripped his Tiger Head Great Spear in reverse, with the spearhead dangling down, surveying the large space before him filled with disordered corpses, feeling surprised at the tenacity and composure of these Portuguese sailors.
To board the enemy ship alone was as dangerous as a moth flying into a flame, yet once he could severely undermine the enemy, the striking power was astonishing. This was the experience Li Yan had gained from the battles of Renchen.
Despite their discernibly frightened and pale faces, the sailors still maintained their shooting precision and gradually dispersed their positions, making Li Yan’s evasion and attack increasingly difficult.
Clang~
A wet grappling hook lodged onto the ship, and Yan Laosi flipped aboard.
Fiery Cauldron Species·Calming Sea Salamander,
Clang~ Clang~ Clang~
Several more hooks bit into the ship, and the quick-reacting red-copper-helmeted sailors immediately shifted their gunfire, pouring all their bullets towards Yan Laosi. Li Yan’s eyebrows knitted together, and the word “dodge” from his mouth and the magic-motion bullet reached almost simultaneously.
Yan Laosi, upon hearing the noise, lazily waved his hand as if shooing away a fly, and had only just heard Li Yan’s “dodge” when he felt an intense pain piercing through his arm.
Under the demonic power field of the Calming Sea Salamander, the magic-motion bullets hesitated for a moment, followed by a few puffs of blood mist, as the black conical bullets directly pierced through Yan Laosi’s arm and lodged in his chest.
Everything went dark before Yan Laosi’s eyes, and as blood spilled from his mouth, he toppled backward, falling down from the ship!
Slamming into the sea, a young man’s head emerged from the water, spitting out mouthfuls of seawater and grimacing with a bright hole where a tooth had been.
“Damn it! What the hell dragged me down? Ugh…”
As he spoke and looked up, Yan Laosi, with no strength left, plunged down, crashing directly onto him, and they both sank into the sea, one above the other.
Yan Laoda, who had just boarded the ship, withdrew his gaze, his ancient face as solemn as flames, as several mercury needle bullets passed through his chest and skull, sparking only a bit of flame.
“Red Hair Devils…”
Yan Laoda pursed his lips as a dozen tongues of fire wildly danced on the deck, starkly contrasting with the chilling aura surrounding Li Yan.
Fiery Cauldron Species·Che Guzhu!
Yan Ajiu turned into a black silhouette charging forward, the force of her knee smashing into a sailor’s face, the sound of his facial bones shattering clearly audible, accompanied by splattering droplets of water.
The woman, biting on her wet braid with her explosive, wild thighs coiled like a bow, hurled the Fire Essence Longsword from her hand, piercing through a red-copper-helmeted sailor, while Yan Lao’er flicked her finger, causing the Fire Essence sword to fly back into her hand agilely.
Fiery Cauldron Species·Tears Mermaid!
Fiery Cauldron Species·Silk Gourd!
