After going into the sea, I met the witch lady

Chapter 18 A confrontation between cold weapons, swordsmanship promotion!
  By now, the pirates of the [Black Rose] could no longer be seen on the deck.

They were afraid of being killed.

Captain Freni and first mate Cecilia are trapped in the "Black Mist Hemisphere", not knowing whether they are alive or dead. They face the pirates of the "Skull" and the pirates of the "Black Rose" who are superior to them in numbers and combat power. Not an opponent at all.

Those who survived hid in the cabin, trying to survive.

But their approach is nothing more than ostrich behavior. It was only a matter of time before the distance was found.

Otis Lucen was holding a blood-stained scimitar in his hand, grinning ferociously and looking towards the cabin on the deck not far away.

On the Black Rose, there are not many cabins on the deck, only four or five. Only the highest-ranking people on the ship are qualified to live in them. The rest of the crew can only live in the dark and narrow lower cabins and endure the suffering. All kinds of unspeakable strange smells and terrible environment.

Therefore, the probability of hiding good things in these cabins on the deck is far greater than that in the cabins below.

Otis didn't know why his captain wanted to attack the [Black Rose], but for him personally, enjoying the pleasure of fighting was exciting, but it would be better if he could gain material benefits in the process.

As the first mate of the Skeleton, Otis has the first right to choose the loot. Therefore, although the other pirates are also keen on these cabins on the deck, no one dares to snatch them from him.

After glancing around, Otis raised his scimitar and pointed at the cabin with the first mate and second mate's door plates.

He didn't dare to ask for the captain's cabin, which was the trophy of Captain Salem "Roshan", so he chose the first mate's cabin that matched his status.

As for asking for an extra second mate's cabin?
  Who dares to have an opinion?
  As Otis made his choice, the pirates nearby chose their targets and forced their way into it.

Holding the scimitar dripping with blood, Otis walked to the door of the second officer's cabin.

According to convention, this cabin should have been the trophy of the second officer of the [Skull], but who made him see a figure hiding in it just now?
  A maniacal smile appeared on Otis's face. He didn't have any other hobbies, he just liked to look at the desperate expressions on other people's faces.

He raised his foot and kicked hard.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the wooden door of the cabin shook. As another kick fell, it screamed. It could no longer hold on and was kicked open forcibly.

Among the broken sawdust, Otis walked in with a wild smile: "Come out, I see you, trash."

"Strive, work hard, and then please me."

What responded to him was a fleeting cold light in the air.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of metal collision spread.

Otis's face changed slightly and he took three steps back. The power coming from the opponent's weapon was on par with him.

He looked intently at the young man holding the sword opposite.

He has light blond to medium-short hair, and his facial features are clear and deep. Although his hands are calloused, the skin on his body is still delicate. Compared with a pirate, he looks more like an aristocratic young man who went to sea.

"Looks like I caught a big fish!"

Otis grinned slightly, revealing his yellowed teeth.

He exerted force with both feet, and while rushing forward, he raised the scimitar in his hand and made a forward stabbing motion.

Ryan looked calm.

After the first confrontation, he already knew that the power of the person in front of him was not inferior to his.

Because the other party was not spiritual, the gray font did not appear, and he could not know the specific strength of the other party.

Facing the oncoming enemy, he pointed the long sword diagonally at the ground, assuming the defensive posture "Fool's Pose" among the four long sword postures. It was not until the scimitar was about to approach that he quickly raised the long sword in his hand.

Seeing that the scimitar and the long sword were about to clash, the seemingly fierce scimitar stopped one step ahead of time.

Otis smiled cruelly and changed the direction of the scimitar, knocking Ryan's long sword to one side. The scimitar in his hand was brought to the left side of his head, and he slashed down hard in the eyes of Ryan's widened pupils.

"Thorn..."

At the critical moment, Ryan dodged to avoid, but his clothes were still torn by the machete and the skin on his chest was cut.

Fortunately, the stab wound was shallow, just a skin injury.

After taking a few steps back and looking at the pirate in front of him, Ryan's eyes became extremely serious.     What a powerful sword skill!
  This person's level of swordsmanship is definitely not "beginner".

"Very flexible, little mouse."

When Ryan dodged the fatal knife, Otis showed a hint of surprise on his face, but he didn't care much.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on the scimitar.

The fresh smell of blood made his eyes bloodshot.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Otis strode forward, holding the scimitar in his hand at his waist, perpendicular to the ground, with the sharp tip pointed at Ryan's abdomen.

The pain in his chest made Ryan's consciousness become calmer and calmer.

After knowing the power of the enemy in front of him, not only did he have no intention of retreating, but the fire of fighting in his heart became stronger.

In the places he traveled, he was also a weakling when he first faced the Beach Cancer, but even so, he still had no intention of backing down.

He was like this in the places he traveled, and he is still like this now.

When the road meets, the brave wins.

It is impossible to make the enemy show mercy through fear, fear, and retreat.

When facing a strong enemy, you can only win if you are less afraid of death than the opponent.

As he approached, Odis raised the scimitar in his hand, intending to disembowel Ryan.

"clang!"

Ryan slashed down with the long sword in his hand, trying to resist, but at this moment, a cunning look flashed in Otis's eyes.

The scimitar in his hand that was originally lifted suddenly turned into a straight thrust.

This change was so sudden that normal people would never be able to react.

Ryan's eyes were as calm as ice.

He did not retreat but advanced, and with a "pop" sound, the scimitar stabbed directly through his abdomen.

Severe pain swept through his body, but Ryan seemed not to feel it. His left hand that was not holding the sword directly grabbed the scimitar, and actually restricted the movement of the scimitar with his own flesh and hand.

In just an instant, he was dripping with blood.

But there was no joy at all on Otis's face, instead there was a trace of fear.

He wanted to withdraw the scimitar, but the left hand of the young man in front of him tightly grasped the blade, and the bones of his hand were stuck on the blade. He tried to pull it back, but it was completely ineffective.

At this time, Ryan's sword had arrived.

"Pfft—!"

The sound of flesh and blood being penetrated sounded, and Odis's pupils widened, his eyes full of unwillingness.

A long sword passed through his throat.

"Crack!"

With the force of Ryan's hand, Otis's head was cut off directly.

The spray of blood directly dyed the ceiling of the entire cabin red.

"Dang..."

Odis let go of his hand holding the scimitar, and his headless body fell down.

Ryan half-knelt on the ground weakly, panting rapidly.

At this moment, if he opens the panel to check, he will find that on his [Learning Skills] column, the word "Getting Started" behind Storm Swordsmanship is flashing rapidly and gradually transforms into a brand new word.

(End of this chapter)