Black Sail

Archer didn't care about any duel of life and death. He made a neck-slitting gesture towards Magnus, urging him to kill quickly.

Duval sneered. So-called adventurers, chopping some unintelligent things—what kind of tough character is that? Being able to kill people is the mark of a true tough character.

People like Xiao Long are exceptions. No matter how you look at it, Yajian Qie is one of the faces of the current Narrow Sea Pirate King, a signature enforcer, though officially a security consultant.

Chanel intended to interfere, but instinctively hesitated.

The path of the empire is a ruthless path.

A seasoned veteran like Chanel has also honed a ruthless manner, anticipating the prey's performance, much like the price differences between maintaining college students and seniors.

Shadi looked worried. Though saying the Living Dead are amazing, he has never seen them in person. Also, you idiots, why are you still playing? People are going to die!

The lighting at the Magic Banquet was mesmerizing.

Yajian Qie clutched the matte black blade, holding back its edge like water submerged in darkness, clearly sensing Magnus was out of sorts.

Indeed, the facts were as they appeared.

Magnus, apart from sparring with Archer, had never engaged in any practice throughout his life; he only dealt with life and death. Having just endured an awkward farce, he now found himself watched by so many in this night venue—it was unavoidable to feel unnatural.

One Slash Immortal.

Moved, and needed no second strike to kill.

No warning, no shout.

Suddenly, a clear "zing" rang out—not the sound of the blade unsheathing, but the sharp whistle of its aura slicing through the air.

There were no extra probes, no consecutive maneuvers; it was the culmination of Yajian Qie's lifelong sword skills, the peak of speed, the extreme of strength.

No one could clearly see the desired action; only a sudden flash of an ultimate light and shadow came into view, like ink-colored lightning, with weight as heavy as a mountain and silver gleam chasing stars and moons.

No prolonged entanglement, no flashy maneuvers; just one slash, and the outcome was evident.

Upon realizing.

Yajian Qie had already darted behind Magnus.

While Magnus remained motionless, like a statue, only his stance had changed as his knife, initially hanging by his side, hovered mid-air.

The Ancient Divine Steel bore no stain of blood, all naturally flowing onto the ground.

In contrast, Yajian Qie felt sweetness in his throat, coughing up a mouthful of blood, his upper garment suddenly splitting, revealing a terrifying cut at the waist and abdomen, with blood rushing out.

Excessive bleeding in an instant led to shock on the spot, collapsing to his knees unconscious.

As for Whitman's people.

Only those in a vegetative state didn't flinch; Duval was completely shocked. A Far East guest, One Slash Immortal, was defeated with one strike?

But most at the Magic Banquet were unaware of someone like Yajian Qie, merely table fillers set by professional arrangers for wealthy men and women.

Nonetheless, present were not only trophy girls but bosses conducting business at Wind Anchor who understood the recent turbulence there and knew what was happening tonight.

To put it this way, Yajian Qie at Wind Anchor was akin to the Captain of Death God to Soul Court, where dining was free anywhere, accompanied by thoughtful gifts.

Even amidst Lostra's rampant underworld, coastal areas remained pirate territories dominated by those with privateer certificates thriving in port cities.

As the Pirate King, Whitman had Yajian Qie as his captain.

Magnus's slash left Yajian Qie in debt for ten lives.

Ox had already chopped a chamber of commerce president some time ago; anyone perceptive understood Wind Anchor was changing, Liszt had connections up top, and the transfer of benefits involved, whether tied to the Continent Martial Arts Competition's boiling point with the Overlord Descendant, remained unknown.

"Pull the guts out."

Archer wasn't letting the guts off tonight.

Yet Magnus did not comply; he simply adeptly sheathed his blade and left the scene.

"Seems the affairs are done; I'm leaving."

Magnus spoke to Shadi, not taking Yajian Qie's life, for there wasn't any profound enmity, no need to go to such lengths.

However, Shadi couldn't let Magnus leave, as Duval was too scared to stand properly; the underlings reacted first, immediately hopping on stage to stem Yajian Qie's bleeding, arranging a stretcher for treatment.

"Where are you going? I'm footing the bill tonight for everyone here. You leaving is like paying for a buffet yet guzzling watered-down beer—not getting value!"

Shadi was exceedingly pleased, after all, drinking the Overlord Flower Wine was free; words flowed freely.

Tonight's publicity was strong, preparing for the Pirate Radio's inception, dominating the FM Heaven Port life broadcast and the public opinion domain.

Liszt commented.

There exist two interdependent forces in the world, each alone non-existent, yet when united, they become unstoppable.

Power creates truth, which in return produces power.

Yet, from an absolute perspective, truth does not exist or is extremely hard to touch, merely a matter of "interpretative rights."

The Eternal Sect boasts an absolute spectacle, the Eternal Clock Tower.

The Tower Alliance, Holy Spirit Church, and others also have their spectacles.

Mainstream religions become mainstream by first possessing a self-consistent logic, making it difficult for intelligent people to refute—regardless of any god—as long as it self-consistently explains various worldly principles, it is a good god.

As for ordinary folks.

Why spend immense human and material resources constructing these impractical items? That's because before the Magic Energy Industrial Revolution, the cultural level was generally low worldwide with an illiteracy rate over ninety-nine percent; government documents needed scholars nearby to read them aloud.