Black Sail

"Then... let’s start."

Magnus slowly approached Archer.

Archer also got into position.

Everyone watched intently. Magnus, known as the Living Dead, was quite a famous figure, unlike the Black Sail Netherworld People, he was renowned for his chivalry.

Many pirates present recognized that this wasn’t just a minor skirmish, but a duel between experts.

Without a word, Archer made the first move, knowing that Magnus had disarmed his mechanical arm, making his balance unstable with just one arm. If he lost, it would be truly embarrassing.

He fiercely attacked Magnus’s good leg, targeting the cripple’s weak point with a brutal kick.

Despite being disabled, Magnus’s sword skill was unique. Without his right arm to stabilize his balance, he had no choice but to attack wildly.

Facing Archer’s attack, Magnus’s movements were swift and agile. He retreated, spun around, quickly got up from the ground, and lunged forward like a leopard, his sword strikes as violent as a storm.

In an instant.

Grass and leaves flew wildly on the barren ground, the blades of grass cut by the sword’s air currents danced like autumn leaves. The sound of blades clashing, sparks flying.