Beginning with the Ubume Bird

Chapter 228: Chapter 65 Meizhou Demon Pirate

Zhang He’s cousin was universally lean, and this cousin of Zhang He was no exception. He advanced toward Qianjun Biao, his face pale as a ghost under the lightning.

Qianjun Biao wielded the fish spear in his hand, spurting blood with each burst, several times it grazed past the enemy’s nose, thigh, and ribs, the overflowing droplets surged on the spear, dazzling and splendid.

“Spirit Blood Amber” (Demon Pirate Skill): When striking, the Mei Blood Fish Spear splashes blood droplets outward, inflicting fixed damage upon hitting an enemy.

Forced into danger by the spear, the Demon Thief Pirate contorted his waist and somehow, an identical figure leaped from his body, brandishing a steel blade towards Qianjun Biao’s face, while the actual Demon Thief took the opportunity to swing horizontally, both steel blades chopping at Qianjun Biao from above and below.

Taiping Wen Shu: Replacement Body Spell!

At this moment, Qianjun Biao, with red eyeballs and black vertical pupils, barely looked human. His movements were tricky and venomous, and some were completely contrary to the structure of joints, such as now, when the steel blade was attacking from above and below, Qianjun Biao first raised his arm to prop his fish spear against the downward slashing steel blade, and then his hand rotated straight like a propeller! Deflecting the blade at his waist!

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Veins bulged on Qianjun Biao’s arm as, using this momentum, he stepped forward and stabbed through the Replacement Body’s neck!

“Spirit Demon Bone” (Demon Pirate Skill), the Demon Pirate’s joints differ from normal people, allowing for more actions; possessing Demon Bones increases all of your close-combat specializations by 2% to 9%, unable to exceed the specialization peak.

The feel was slick and oily, and Qianjun Biao’s face twisted with ferocity, his eyebrows suddenly knitting.

The air whipped up as Qianjun Biao ducked, over the Azure Black Sea at the back of his head, a fish happened to leap up, somehow getting split in two by a strike, its wound was smooth and the quivering innards were clearly visible.

Taiping Wen Shu: Void Blade!

Neither of the two gave way, both displaying their own masterful tricks.

The plethora of exquisite spells of Taiping Document were fully demonstrated in the hands of Zhang He’s cousin. But Qianjun Biao wasn’t falling behind, even… slightly suppressing the opponent!

Zhang He watched from the seat of honor, the murderous intent in his heart growing stronger.

Almost every time Heavenly Mother Crossed the Sea, the situation in the South Seas would undergo drastic changes, with old figures stepping down and new ones rising. Zhang He himself was the best example, his Taiping Document was a gift from one such event.

Qianjun Biao of the Blue Flag Gang had recently come into prominence, yet he seemed much like Zhang He had been before.

Li Yan, with his arms crossed, gleaned a wealth of information from A Fleeting Glimpse.

Status: Lue: Blood of the Mei (increases Qi and physique)

Specialization: Kou: Sea Battle 89%, Kou: Demon Power 69%

Skills: “Spirit Blood Amber,” “Spirit Demon Bone,” “Spirit Roar,” “Spirit Mei Blood Spear Throw”…

Two broad specializations and nearly double-digit unique skills. Even a regular person could achieve immense power instantly.

However, it was clear that being possessed by the Meizhou Demon Pirate affected a portion of his consciousness, and his body’s unfamiliarity resulted in some roughness and rash transitions in his moves. This 89% Sea Battle specialization was overestimated.

Li Yan possessed a few rare and highly valuable oddities, but compared to the “Mei Blood,” there was indeed a vast difference.

Witnessing the power of the blood-red fish spear, Li Yan was reminded of the “Mud of Yazi” he possessed, which could transform any weapon…

Compared to the spear, the Han Sword he had trained with from a young age felt much closer to his heart.

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“Enough!” Zhang He suddenly spoke up.

The fierce battle raged on the deck, with black smoke and blood forming a chaotic scene, obscuring the view of the two combatants, accompanied only by the screech that set one’s teeth on edge.

After a while, when neither of them stopped, Zhang He narrowed his eyes, his lips quivering slightly.

Li Yan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and Yan Ajiu, who stood behind Cai Qian, also lifted his head.

After about ten breaths, thick black smoke billowed out from behind Zhang He, forming a huge black Dragon Head that lunged between the two fighters!

Qianjun Biao’s eyes blazed red as he pushed back the Demon Thief with his spear, raising his hand with fevered effort to block the black Dragon Head.

Zhang He tightened his fingers, and the scales and horns of the black Dragon Head seemed almost tangible, ominous and seemingly carrying divine might.

Qianjun Biao’s knuckles whitened, his forearm began to tremble, and his black vertical pupils kept contracting as the red in his eyes slowly faded.

Suddenly, his collar was yanked backward, and he was pulled flying backward. The black Dragon Head missed its target and was about to smash onto the deck when it was caught by a pale fist and tossed aside!

Before the black Dragon Head could hit anything, Zhang He waved his hand, and the black Dragon Head exploded with a boom.

Drenched in cold sweat, Qianjun Biao realized Yan Ajiu in front of him was covering his wrist, looking indifferently at Zhang He.

“Are you alright?”

The person behind him patted his shoulder.

Qianjun Biao turned his head to see the leader of the Red Flag Gang, Tianbao, standing behind him.

“Thanks for your help, Dragon Head.”

Qianjun Biao gave a bowing salute.

“Glad you’re fine.”

Li Yan smiled warmly as he patted his shoulder, speaking affably.

Cai Qian tapped his teacup: “Brother Zhang He, what is the meaning of this?”

Zhang He signalled his men to retreat with his eyes and slowly said, “We admit defeat in this round.”

His own cousin was highly talented and close to him since childhood. As Qianjun Biao picked up the harpoon, intense killing intent surged in him and he couldn’t suppress it. The fight had reached a point where they couldn’t just “stop when they should.” If they won, all well and good, but if they lost, his own men would pay with their lives, and moreover, the odds of victory weren’t high.

Zhang He took a cup of tea to rinse his mouth and then spoke up: “Tianbao, I’ve heard that after ‘Heavenly Mother Crossing the Sea,’ you’ve transformed completely. How about, giving me some pointers?”

“Well~” Li Yan drew out the word, a Ring Dragon Sword shining like autumn water sweeping across his chest: “Since you’ve asked for my guidance, I’ll reluctantly oblige.”

Zhang He’s face twitched and he stood up halfway from his seat.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ajiu faced the Demon Thief and stepped between them.

“…”

“…”

Zhang He and Yan Ajiu locked eyes.

Seeing this, Li Yan burst into laughter, “Then you two go first; I’ll watch for a bit longer…”

“Protector Zhang, I wish to exchange a few moves with the leader of Tianbao first. I hope my abrupt challenge doesn’t offend you.”

Zhang He turned to gauge Cai Qian’s expression, seeing him silently twirling his ring, he smiled subtly: “Alright, as you wish.”

At those words, Yan Ajiu turned around, the teardrop-shaped mole by her eye conspicuous, her braid swaying in the sea breeze. Her slender blue long-sleeved martial outfit was embroidered with peonies.

Li Yan somewhat dejectedly spread his hands. He retreated a few steps to the open deck, clad in dark red leather, standing erect with the Ring Dragon Sword’s tip drooping, his face calm.

“I have no problem giving pointers, but what I don’t quite understand is, Miss Ajiu, why did you specifically ask for me by name?”

“Both of my brothers were injured by people from your Red Flag. I wish to vent their anger. I wonder if this reason satisfies the Tianbao Dragon Head?”

Yan Ajiu’s voice was quite pleasant.

“Sounds reasonable.”

Li Yan glanced at Cai Qian, a smile not quite reaching his eyes.

“Go ahead, Sister Jiǔ.”

Yan Laoda, wearing a melon skin cap, threw a sword to Yan Ajiu—a sheath of silver-plated ebony that revealed a four-foot blade upon drawing, a ridge one finger wide.

“The sword’s name is Fire Essence; please honor me with your guidance.”

The woman’s voice was calm.

“Ring Dragon, come on.”

Li Yan was a man of few words.

Clang~

Li Yan blinked; just as his words fell, the “Fire Essence” almost pierced his throat, but with a reflexive cross-arm grip, he blocked it narrowly.

“The opponent possesses counter-reactive skills; your ‘A Fleeting Glimpse’ is unable to view the specific details.”