I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 17 Fear
  There are always things like masters that are different from ordinary people. Just standing there will attract attention and attract people's attention.

The man in front of him is a typical master. His appearance makes people unable to think of a more suitable adjective other than master.

Whether it was his eyes that were about to bleed, or his tense thighs, or his slightly trembling calves. Just the trousers, which were extremely eye-catching among a group of pirates, betrayed his strong background.

This master doesn't even have his own stink, only the minions around him.

He didn't give him any chance to lie to himself!

Calm, rational and powerful!

Brick couldn't even imagine how terrifyingly strong a person who was trying to hold it in at this time and in this atmosphere would be if he really held it back.
  He didn't dare to think about how much power such a master who was holding his shit could burst out in order to end the battle as early as possible.

The master's eyes gradually became empty, like a machine without emotions, just mechanically repeating the process of tightening and then killing.

This arrogant attitude made him feel like he was alone in the battlefield.

No one could stop him, and no one dared to do so.

After the master waved his two short knives, he cut open the chest of an alien, causing his belly full of semen to spill on the ground, dyeing the beach red.

After he completed this artistic killing, he still had enough energy left to move, slipped out of the two captives surrounding him, and pierced their hearts.

The only person standing in front of him was Brick.

Although all the prisoners knew that if they did not stop the master, they would not end well in the end.

But people always seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. Who is willing to chew hard bones until the last moment? They are not always picking soft persimmons.

I prayed in my heart that someone would do the hard things, and then let me do the easy things. If I could just get by, why bother bothering me?

In fact, Brick also wanted to hang out, but there was really no one around him.

So he had to do it!

Roaring Brick picked up the knife and struck at the master.

The powerful and heavy attack split the air, but could not split the master's will. During this hellish ordeal, his heart had already become as cold as a stone in the cold moon, just to bring the same despair to the enemy.

Just a simple lift with his right hand shook Brick's weapon away. The next moment, the breath of killing swept across Brick's chest.

A man has two hands, but the weapon that knocked Brick away only used one.

'I'm dying--'

Brick was wondering how he ended up in this situation.

But his opponent didn't pause at all, still carrying out his killing like a machine.

It's strange, even though the sunshine is so warm, Brick only feels cold in his chest.

There was a crack there, a sudden, cold crack.

Poor Brick, all the strength in his body was gushing out from that gap. Those things that supported his life in the lower city of Eris Port and that he was once extremely proud of were abandoning him as the master without any regrets. .

His fingers were still trying to varicose, trying to hold onto his weapon.

This posture of wanting to resist before death, if it were a different time and place, the master might not be able to help but have a few words with him - now is not the time!
  Now, damn, is not the time!
  So the master just watched indifferently as Brick fell backwards and turned around to deal with the other prisoners.

If he didn't hurry up, he would kill more than just the prisoners.

In the darkened vision, water gradually appeared.

Brick still couldn't figure out why it was like this, let alone why he was crying. Obviously when you get on the ship, when you encounter pirates, when you are ready to resist...

He has already made preparations.

He shouldn't be surprised by his death.

But looking at the figure turning away in the increasingly dark world, Brick was still a little unwilling.

"Uh...ho..."

The blood gushing from his throat stained Brick's lips and teeth when he wanted to scream, making him unable to make any unnecessary sounds. The sound of falling to the ground continued to be heard. It should be that his companions were beginning to suffer the same fate as him.

'Companion...'

He remembered and why he was crying.

‘There are still people waiting for me. ’

At the port of Eris, someone was waiting for him, waiting for him to return with the good news of the harvest.

'I don't want to die, I can't die, I...'

I hope someone can help me.

Brick prayed to the gods, to heaven, to the sun, moon and stars, to everything.

Pray for fate's favor.

Then Brick saw it.

In the vision that is about to be completely submerged in darkness, in the last sunlight.

There is a figure walking against the light.

A free figure who does not belong to any party on the battlefield appears on the battlefield.

At this moment, only one person realized this.

‘It turns out it’s a person. ’

The last thought that flashed through his mind was without any emotion. Brick fell to the ground before he could think more.

Now, no one knows that Zhang Xing is coming.

"If I had known these people would fight, I wouldn't have taken a detour."

Zhang Xing was a little hesitant. At this moment, he knew what was most important during a battle.

The most important thing is to make your enemy afraid - when you make your enemy afraid, you have already won half the battle. Not many people can still muster the determination to resist after being frightened.

No matter what method you use, a vicious reputation, weird weapons, or cruel methods will do. As long as you can scare the enemy, you can get everything you want before the battle.

Just like now, Zhang Xing, who appeared in the battle holding the watermelon rind, looked at the two parties fighting together, his hands were almost sweating, but he still didn't want to join in.

If he could avoid fighting, he could admit without shame that he was afraid.

It's a pity that it doesn't work, Zhang Xing needs these prisoners to sail the ship for him, otherwise he will not be able to sail the three-masted sailboat back alone.

He also had to take care of the injured Captain Wind.

"Then there's no need to hesitate."

Exhale a breath to let the lingering smell dissipate.

Zhang Xing turned his head to avoid a roaring bullet, and not even a splash of blood stained him.

Compared with the captives who can only fight with sticks or random weapons, even if their legs are getting weaker and weaker, those pirates who are inspired by something still have the advantage of weapons.

Look at the prisoners whose heads and shells were blown away by bullets, and look at the pale and ferocious pirates.

If he had to find some help, Zhang Xing had already made his choice.

Watermelon rinds replace bullets and crack a pirate's head.

Fear is a mutual thing, only courage is different.

Zhang Xing didn't know what he looked like in the eyes of the stunned pirate, waving the anchor to hit people. But he knew that everyone here next...

Everyone will be afraid of him!
  (End of this chapter)