CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: ONE AGAINST TWO

The two pirate officers were already hesitant to approach the captain in this state. Upon hearing the command of the "White Shark," they surrounded Aiven without hesitation.

In a situation where their side had an absolute advantage, they decided to delay a bit longer, for the berserk captain was truly terrifying.

"Pretty boy navy, I suggest you do it yourself. It will hurt when we get involved!" one of them, wearing a captain’s hat and obviously the captain of another pirate ship, the "Sawfish," mocked, evidently viewing Aiven as an easy target due to his age and appearance.

"The captain is right! Should we cut off his hands or his feet first? Will he cry for his mother? Hahaha..." A nearby pirate officer, his face weathered and hair graying, at least in his forties or fifties, twirled his scimitar and laughed sinisterly.

However, while the pirates could afford to delay and taunt, Aiven, at an absolute disadvantage, dared not procrastinate. His mind raced with thoughts of how to break the deadlock, having no mind to waste on banter.

"Enough talk! Die!"

As soon as the words fell, he had already slid forward with a "Sail Up Stance" to launch an aggressive attack.

Swish—

Clang! Clang! Clang!

From extreme stillness to extreme motion, the three were instantly entangled in combat.

On the deck, three figures flickered and moved incessantly, raising gusts of wind. Sparks occasionally flew from the clashes of blades, forcing ordinary sailors to dodge frantically, unable to intervene in this level of combat.

Upon becoming Tier 2 Transcendents, their physical attributes underwent an extraordinary transformation, completely distancing them from ordinary people.

In the moment of engagement, Aiven noticed that the two guys were somewhat perfunctory. Although their scimitars whirled beautifully, they posed little threat to him, with more of an intent to encircle than attack.

Aiven could roughly guess their thoughts: if his side held the advantage, he’d also play it safe without seeking merit, just avoiding mistakes, until the outcome of the higher-level combat was decided, as struggles below that would be pointless.

But Aiven couldn’t afford to drag it out with them. Uncle Gel’s strongest strength attribute was being restrained by the White Shark, and Lieutenant Colonel Laxini was the first to be injured. Being able to barely hold his own and stall an enemy was already commendable.

The key to breaking the deadlock was in his hands. In the current situation, if he could seize the opportunity to kill one, he could restore parity to the power comparison among the Extraordinary to three against three!

His thoughts raced, and amid the skirmish, the "Data Visualization" operated at high speed, quickly analyzing the physical data of his two enemies.

After only a few breaths of confrontation, the basic data of the two men was presented before Aiven.

"Got it!"

Aiven’s eyes lit up.

Although it seemed like the three were evenly matched because the pirate side was intentionally delaying, from the data, the actual levels of both sides were likewise evenly matched.

The two pirates’ scimitar skills were at a beginner level, obviously lacking systematic inheritance, and they hadn’t even mastered any secret techniques. As for the backbone of the Knight’s road—"Body Attributes"—even the relatively stronger captain of the "Sawfish" was only on par with Aiven.

The seemingly oldest of the three pirates was actually the weakest among them, with Body Attributes even lower than Aiven’s, a newly advanced Knight.

Aiven’s Constitution, Strength, and Agility, due to a solid foundation, complete inheritance, and top-notch "Extraordinary Traits," were nearing 2 points, while the old pirate’s three Attributes had just broken through 1 point, only teetering on the edge of the Extraordinary threshold.

He was practically the disgrace of Knights, with no potential left!

Had he not genuinely completed the Extraordinary transformation, even at the Peak of Apprentice Knight, Aiven would have dared to contest him with his Master-level White Sail Swordsmanship.

So... he would take him down first!

Thus, Aiven subtly slowed his speed, his breathing subtly heavier, seeming as though he was gradually overwhelmed by the two’s joint attack. The two pirates found it unremarkable, seeing Aiven’s somewhat tender youthfulness. It was already quite rare for someone so young to break through to Official Knight; it would be abnormal if he were also incredibly strong and experienced.

But when they too slowed down their attack rhythm, preparing to leisurely take the first Extraordinary blood of today’s sea battle, Aiven suddenly attacked like a tiger revealing its fangs!

Whistle—

A sharp whistle suddenly echoed across the battlefield, and a large flock of seabirds, which had been circling over the battlefield for some time, swooped down like high-altitude bombs.

No one else realized what was happening, but the two pirate officers facing Aiven turned pale.

"What the hell!"

Flap, flap—

The Black Feathered Frigatebirds, with a wingspan generally over three meters, a big flock of White Seagulls, the Great Albatross with wingspans over five meters, and even a few Needle-tailed Swifts as fast as lightning, Aiven’s seabird army had emerged in full force.

Many seabirds clutched stones and debris from who knows where. Upon diving, they immediately dropped various "bombs" onto the two pirates opposite Aiven’s head.

"Caw, caw, caw....!"

The seabirds that didn’t carry "bombs" directly pounced on their faces, pecking and clawing. Although the seabirds, still in the early stages of training, couldn’t inflict much damage, the harassment was effective.

At this time, the efficiency of the seabirds’ attack under Aiven’s command was simply incomparable to when Aiven was previously besieged by crows acting on instinct.

As the two pirate officers dodged and evaded, they didn’t realize that at this moment, the pace of the battle no longer belonged to them; the initiative had instantly shifted.

"Damn seabirds!"

The elderly pirate waved his scimitar to drive the seabirds away while retreating. If only a few seabirds were coming over, even with a lot of water content in his transcendency, they’d only be courting death against him.

But when a large flock flew over, even his vision was obscured, with the swift swifts particularly targeting his eyes. So, although his scimitar swung menacingly, the number of seabirds actually cut down could be counted on one hand.

At this point, Aiven wasn’t worried about feeling pained over the seabirds he’d painstakingly nurtured.

"Damn it! Get away!"

Being incessantly harassed by seabirds, the old pirate didn’t realize he and his companion were slowly being separated bit by bit.

This single oversight would cost him his life.

The surrounding flock suddenly parted, and Aiven followed closely, turning into a phantom, closing in on the old pirate’s side, as he took a swing at the seabird and missed...

The longsword in his hand rose, turning into a flash of lightning, and with one strike, he beheaded him!

"Ugh...."

Thud—

The head hit the ground.

Having succeeded with one strike, Aiven regrouped with his bird army and swiftly rushed towards the "Sawfish" captain on the other side, intending to use the momentum of having just slain one enemy to take down another.

The harsh screams of the dying old pirate, along with Aiven’s undisguised, intense killing intent, left the "Sawfish" captain shocked and suddenly realizing that he was now in a potentially deadly situation.

Forcefully pulling down his captain’s hat to barely shield his face, wary of the seabirds’ claws, he kicked hard on the deck and swiftly dashed towards the still-pursuing "White Shark" Sku chasing Gel.

At this point, his survival instinct had long since triumphed over his fear of the berserk captain.

"Captain, save me!!!"