Alan Dale might not have left a direct impression on anyone, but he was definitely a fresh memory in the head of Sheyan’s old First Mate, Scarface Harry. After all, the scar on Scarface Harry’s face was left behind by Alan Dale after a brawl!
Ammand was also an expert in western style sword arts. Once in the past, during a rowdy proclamation while drinking in a bar, Alan Dale had willfully slandered that Ammand wouldn’t be able to last ten seconds in a sword fight with him.
Coincidentally, First Mate Harry was drinking in that same bar. Naturally, being loyal to Ammand, Harry wouldn’t rest upon hearing that; hence, the two started brawling.
Eventually, the outcome was Alan Dale receiving a fist to his chest. Merely, that fist wasn’t a light one, as Scarface Harry had delivered the fist while using his barbaric ‘Flesh Explosion’ ability. Having taken such a direct blow, Alan Dale’s body deteriorated day by day, thereby turning hunched and weak.
On the contrary, Harry had to live eternally carrying a deep scar on his face. Although their brawling ultimately resulted in Alan Dale receiving the worse end of the straw, one could tell his skills were also extraordinary.
Following the uproar of the crowd, Alan Dale skillfully drew back his rapier. Blacksail collapsed to the ground with a twitching complexion, with blood profusely pouring out beneath his body, and soaking a huge patch of the deck.
Alan Dale then covered his mouth and coughed lightly, before ordering his subordinate.
"Hang’em on the mast. Only release him once the sea breeze dries him up."
Ten plus pirates behind him immediately swarmed forward. Suddenly, 7-8 of Sheyan’s pirate underlings came strutting out from the ship’s hold, all of which were aiming across with their Mauser rifles. Their leader was the former marine officer, Philip, whose body was as straight as a ramrod. Without caring for anything, he charged up and furiously bellowed.
"Who dares to touch a single one of ours, will be reduced to a honeycomb!"
Alan Dale released a sneer as he abruptly seized Blacksail, prompting Philip to refrain from shooting at the rat for fear of breaking the vases. Pushing Blacksail towards the aiming muzzles of those mauser rifles, Alan Dale himself cowered behind his hostage.
With a glint of metallic flash, his rapier suddenly thrusted out from the side of Blacksail’s face towards Philip’s throat.
Philip was also an expert of the sword, thus, he immediately reacted to block with his rifle front. Instead, Alan Dale retracted his rapier, as its blade smoothly stroke against the rifle barrel; emitting sparks and a profound scratch mark, before he proceeded to stab towards Philip’s lower belly.
Executing a miserable backward roll, Philip scarcely evaded the stab.
Instead, the thrusting speed of Alan Dale’s rapier became increasingly faster. Having just stabbed forward, it was as though he didn’t require time to retract his rapier before another stab came rushing in; inevitably heading towards the middle of Philip’s brows!
Yet out of nowhere, a fiery bullet streaked in. Dang! It knocked and deviated Alan Dale’s thrusting rapier away.
"Chi! Chi!" Within a short span of time, sounds of streaking bullets filled the air. Knowing that another formidable foe had arrived, Alan Dale decided to hurriedly kill of the two opponents before him.
Instead, those streaking bullets didn’t spare him a chance; like parasitic maggots, they threatened to infiltrate Alan Dale’s body. During that instance, he realized that if he didn’t wish to get shot, he had to withdraw, he had no choice but to withdraw!
Eventually, the gunfire sounds faded away. When Alan Dale raised his head, he immediately saw a black man with pearly white teeth, who was leisurely blowing away the fumes from his rifle muzzle. When he turned back to Blacksail and Philip, he realized someone was now obstructing him.
With hands folded across his chest, this person seemed rather sturdy. His eyes were abnormally bright, and his gaze issued an impression of despise. Unknown why, Alan Dale felt like a tremendous mountain had collapsed down from the heavens, pressurizing down onto him; a feeling of blatant discomfort.
He instantly pulled out his rapier, as he scowled with a malicious glare.
"Who be ye?"
Sheyan ignored him, but turned his attention towards the retreating Hawser beside. Striding a step forward, he reached out and caught Hawser by the shoulder.
Releasing a strange scream, Hawser drew his broadsword and hacked against Sheyan. Neither dodging or evading, Sheyan gently slanted his head and allowed the broadsword to hack down onto his shoulder blade.
Blood flowed down from Sheyan’s shoulders, but when Hawser attempted to retract his broadsword, he frightfully discovered his broadsword was embedded into the opposition’s shoulder. It was completely unmovable! Sheyan then seized Hawser by his shoulders, before tugging him over and releasing a heavy punch towards his face.
Such a punch directly sent the bulky Hawser flying for 2-3 metres; flipping several rounds, as few yellowish tooth mixed with blood and saliva spewed out from his mouth after smashing against the wooden deck.
At this moment, Alan Dale’s figure blurred, as he stabbed towards Sheyan’s back. Sheyan’s present agility wasn’t weak at all. He easily gripped the incoming rapier, and without turning his head, he reassured.
"Don’t be in a rush, it will be your turn soon."
While he spoke, he retrieved his long saber and advanced continuously towards Hawser!
How destructive was the might of his +7 long saber? Blade rays flashed out alongside the repeated blood-curdling screams of Hawser.
Alan Dale fumed as he forcefully drew back his rapier, believing that his opponent’s five fingers, gripped onto his rapier blade, would be severed without exception. Yet the cruel reality was that only a trifling line of blood painted his rapier blade!
While Alan Dale frantically thrusted again, Sheyan continued to disregard him by blatantly employing his naked left hand to block. Though Alan Dale’s bewitching rapier stabbed out multitudes of blood wounds onto his arm, it failed to deal any grave damages!
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