The First Magic World War-Chapter 278 - : 271, The Pirates’ Daily Duels

Chapter 278: 271, The Pirates’ Daily Duels

Charles’s methods were somewhat crude, but they were effective; in less than a day, he’d risen from a slave to a lowly pirate. There were pirates of all sorts on St. Michael Island, including quite a few Beastmen, so he didn’t stand out at all. However, unlike with the prison army and the Patrolling Army, no one here handed out free weapons, so he had to pick up a tree branch to carry around, which, oddly enough, made him look somewhat bearlike.

The pirates and slaves along this stretch of the wall quickly became familiar with the little bear pirate who had newly joined the Golden Goat Pirate Group.

All the slaves knew that this little bear pirate was once one of them, so he treated everyone extremely well, even pushing forward a few small projects to improve the lives of the slaves.

All the pirates also knew that this little bear pirate was not only hardworking but also clever, often coming up with crafty ideas that solved problems just right and made life easier for everyone.

Since arriving on St. Michael Island, this was the first time Charles had to apply all his wits to rebuild his “social relations.”

After blending into St. Michael Island for about seven or eight days and finishing his tasks, Charles found a secluded spot to stealthily practice his Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit for a while.

He actually wanted to practice Bloody Glory, but he didn’t dare risk reverting to his original identity, so he had to use Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit to hone his spirituality!

Charles’s spirituality was among the highest within the High-Level Transcendents. With enough spirituality, he could learn various Secret Techniques at an incredibly fast pace. Although he lacked the direct blessing from facing the Evil God, he was still on the level of a “normal genius.”

Lately, the force seed formed by the Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit was growing increasingly hotter. Even after a day’s labor, just a moment of practice would cause the heat waves radiating from the force seed to refresh his body as if new.

Charles took a deep breath, about to run the Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit for a second time, when suddenly he felt a draft behind his head. He quickly dodged, and a black iron rod whizzed past his head, narrowly missing smashing his skull.

Since coming here, Charles had never been this close to death. Even when facing the Evil God, it had been a direct shattering of his soul. Even when up against the Orc Assassin, he had managed to fight back and forth. Even when dueling with High-Level Transcendents, at least he could strike back. But this attack came out of nowhere, and with his Bloody Glory sealed, all special abilities gone, he didn’t sense it coming and barely reacted in time.

Charles kicked a branch from the ground, gripped it in his hand, and whipped it back, striking his attacker’s wrist. The black iron rod clattered to the ground with a clang.

Charles looked intently at his assailant and erupted in fury, shouting, “Why do you want to kill me?”

The person who attacked him was a pirate from another section of the wall. The pirate’s face was panic-stricken as he yelled, “It’s boss Monkey that wants you dead, it’s got nothing to do with me!”

Charles knew who this Monkey boss was. In the world of pirates, few bothered to remember others’ names, nor were many keen to reveal their own, as they all had dishonorable pasts. Consequently, nicknames were the norm.

Boss Monkey was also a Beastman, though Charles didn’t know his exact lineage. He was surely from the Moken Tribe, naturally red-faced and extremely cunning, with a heavy hand in all affairs, brutal to his subordinates and even worse to the slaves. Rumors even abounded that he had a grim taste for human flesh, often killing a slave to secretly cook and eat.

Charles couldn’t recall offending Monkey boss, but he wasn’t one to harp on the past. After all, they were enemies now, so why bother with the reason for their enmity?

That would just be seeking trouble, boring himself, and indulging in self-torment, wouldn’t it?

Charles picked up the black iron rod. Although it wasn’t very long, measuring about one and a half meters, it felt rather light as he swung it with his Hunchback Red Bear physique; still, it was much better than a branch.

The pirate who had attempted to ambush Charles, seeing his expressionless face, thought he didn’t dare to offend Boss Monkey and turned to run.

Charles waited for him to run more than ten steps before he let the iron rod fly from his hand, smashing it onto the head of the ambushing pirate and bursting his brains out.

Charles was sometimes soft-hearted, but when it came to someone trying to kill him, he consistently showed no mercy.

After killing the pirate with one blow, Charles walked over, picked up one of the pirate’s legs, and dragged him towards another section of the wall.

Boss Monkey, who hailed from the Moken tribe, was laughingly whispering with a few of his subordinates when he saw Charles and immediately panicked. He hastily grabbed an iron fork and shouted, “Charles! What do you think you’re doing?”

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Charles bellowed, “You had your men ambush me, trying to blow my brains out. I demand a duel with you!”

Boss Monkey began to chuckle again upon hearing this. His recent panic was because he had a guilty conscience—he wasn’t thick-skinned enough. But he certainly wasn’t afraid of a bear person who had just joined the Golden Goat Pirate Group. The beastman pirate yelled, “We have a distinguished guest from the New Continent who wishes to eat bear paws, and you are the only Bear People here.”

“I originally intended to let you die peacefully, but since you refuse to go quietly, I’ll have to kill you myself!”

Waving his arms, he called out, “Everyone, attack together!”

Boss Monkey had the demeanor of a small-time pirate leader, full of bluster. But once he spoke, he chickened out and didn’t lift a finger himself.

Dozens of pirates immediately charged forward.

On St. Michael Island, fighting was an everyday occurrence, with deaths happening daily; power ruled over all, with no concern for right or wrong, and no place for justice or rationale.

Charles took a deep breath, forcing himself to quickly adapt to the pirates’ ways. Facing the first pirate who rushed at him, he sidestepped and tripped the attacker with his foot, then swung his stick and instantly struck the back of the pirate’s head. This vulnerable spot, hit by the iron rod, meant certain death for the pirate, who wasn’t a transcendent and had no protective fighting spirit to save him—he died without uttering a sound.

Charles even found time to mock, “You don’t even say goodbye before leaving? No manners at all!”

Charles had learned martial techniques from the bear people, including the Hundred Bear Chief, Xiong Ba, Xiong Mi, and even Xiong Wandi. His use of the Old Bear Stick Technique was truly skilled. Facing off against dozens alone, he was not at a disadvantage and quickly knocked down five or six men.

The pirates were hardly elite soldiers; good at bullying when they had numerical superiority, they soon began to falter as the tide turned against them, and gradually, no one dared to move forward.

Charles ignored the pirates who surrounded him, neither daring to engage nor willing to back down. He charged with his black iron rod towards Boss Monkey.

The beastman pirate roared, holding the iron fork with both hands and thrusting it at Charles’s chest. Charles deflected it with the back of his hand, knocking the fork aside. The two fought viciously for several rounds. The transformed Hunchback Red Bear Charles had greater strength and more exquisite stick technique. He deliberately feigned a flaw, then brought the stick down and broke the neck of Boss Monkey from the Moken tribe.

Charles let out a triumphant howl to the sky as the seed of power in his lower abdomen suddenly exploded…

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