Black Sail
Chapter 559: CLXXXVIII. Fierce Ghost in Golden Armor

Chapter 559: CLXXXVIII. Fierce Ghost in Golden Armor

Reaching the nine hundred and ninety-ninth level with just one slash is truly exaggerated; it’s completely unreasonable.

But arcane magic isn’t like that. It requires brainpower. It’s not something you can master just by looking at it. Even if you didn’t graduate from a formal academy, a Traveling Wizard from the underworld must be equipped with an electronic brain and ball bearings.

However, there was indeed a burst of Fire Tongue Technique with the fluctuations of arcane ether energy in Archer’s hands.

Everyone present was completely stunned and couldn’t find any words to describe it.

Even before Black Sail rose to power, Old Man had already been a Netherworld Person at Heaven Port, even more famous than Liszt. He was one of the seven wonders of Heaven Port, a legendary figure talked about everywhere. Many strip dance clubs, restaurants, and brothels had him blacklisted and refused to serve him.

But after Black Sail gained prominence, those bosses, seeing Liszt’s influence, did not dare to kick Old Man out, and could only let him do as he pleased.

This really was aiding and abetting evil. Archer, who already took no shit from anyone, now displayed his low-quality showing off in 3D in full force with his thick-head and brashness.

Well, now it’s the complete reversal of roles; this person is simply defying the heavens.

Fen’s followers in the right trench, especially some wizards, felt that life was gloomy. If Archer were to go to Pedan National for further studies, of course, on the premise that he quits all bad habits, he would definitely achieve great success.

Shadi really couldn’t hold it in anymore; his showing off was too much! After the red warmth receded, he began crazily pretending to be an expert.

"Come!"

With the help of Yakai Chiyoko, Shadi’s old injuries healed completely and he advanced further. Just like Light Body Skill, he ran towards Archer, stepping on the grass tips.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

Archer clutched his brow, suddenly feeling an intense pain in his head with no warning.

He indeed could release arcane magic, but it requires the consumption of "concentration/spiritual power," which is akin to a magician’s stamina.

Let’s put it this way.

If you go to an intelligence disability center and pick a moron, their spiritual power would be stronger than Archer, who spends years drinking excessively, has a head just to appear taller, and only thinks a few times a year.

Just with his thick head showing off, releasing the most basic Fire Tongue Technique, Archer was already unable to hold on. He felt dizzy, saw stars, got hit on the head, and immediately collapsed to the ground.

Shadi’s face was dark.

"Damn it! Go check on Kakashi from the East Sea!"

Liszt hurriedly ordered the makeshift doctor in the troop, and Fen’s followers to go see. Damn, after four or five years of not finding out, even someone who doesn’t know what year it is could defy the heavens like this.

The makeshift doctor quickly went over to check, using a stethoscope to measure the heart sound.

"There’s no major issue, just... excessive use of concentration, beyond the mental load, causing cerebral ischemia and dizziness. Based on the person’s constitution, rest for up to two days and they should recover."

The makeshift doctor’s views were completely shattered. This person was too bizarre! Some kids from magical families understand some basic arcane magic in their childhood, but releasing a Fire Tongue Technique is more than enough for them.

Saying this person is strong, but he couldn’t even compare to a kid, having the lowest concentration of all, not that far from inanimate objects. Concentration isn’t strictly intellect; it’s a sort of focus. Even mindless beasts are better than this person, whose thoughts are so scattered and chaotic that even basic concepts are missing, like a brand-new brain out of the box.

Strange... to the extreme.

Magnus escorted Archer to the bunker to rest. The show was over, and the many Black Sail pirates dispersed, off to eat. They were happily going to eat barbecued meat tonight since they’d all be chopped dead by the army tomorrow.

Liszt also went to drink from the communal pot, helping Magnus bring a portion back to the bunker.

Archer was annoying even while sleeping, restless in every way, snoring, grinding teeth, and talking in his sleep. Although the language was vague and coarse, a true master of insults doesn’t need highbrow words, just needs to go back to basics. Crap is crap, shit is shit, clear and distinct.

Zote had said before, Magnus’s blade was too slow because what he carried was too heavy. He wanted to understand Archer’s past.

"Teacher, do you have any siblings?"

Magnus asked Liszt.

Liszt wasn’t bothered by using the term "teacher" for someone of ultimate sword tomb like Archer, although it was still quite mind-blowing. Anyway, hoping Archer would quit his bad habits is like trying to stop the cosmos from turning—a very unrealistic goal. Not expecting Old Man to be useful, just let him rest. For real work, the Living Dead was much more reliable, having a bit of heroic spirit.

"You ask me, who the hell am I to ask? Must be a pure orphan."

Liszt was speechless, this person was more mysterious than Morison; at least Morison had proper jobs, did coaching. But Old Man had no recent resume. Sure, there’s talk about being a chef ogre, dabbling long time as a bounty hunter, but without any notable achievements, just old legends. Archer and Isis were of different generations.

What shocked Liszt most was, all his high-end talents couldn’t piece together any family bond, not even with tears.

"So it is..."

Magnus felt a bit of pity.

"Ah, well... in fact, this is the desired outcome by people’s hearts."

Liszt was speechless; you don’t fit in with Black Sail’s overall vibe, man.

"Oh, brought glory." Rein clapped his hands as he came in, thanking, all the orphans.

"Past a burden, yet you can swing such a fast blade?"

Magnus found it unbelievable.

"Enterprise-level understanding! If this sword tomb is heavy, the whole Western Continent would fly up. Saying this, the tectonic plates already have a strong sense of weightlessness, right?"

Rein could swear to the Chenfeng Plateau ancestors, no one with more relaxation than Archer, but it isn’t relaxation, meat slurry is tighter than Archer.

"Zote is very powerful, even with the Divine Power of a dragon... can you defeat him?"

Magnus asked Liszt.

After getting here.

Liszt had also heard from Wolman that Zote had even made the proud Garscek woman step back. Although it might be considering Fafna’s safety and avoiding risks, his terrifying extent was evident.

"You don’t know who I am, wash up and sleep. When the battle comes, you also need to stand up."

Liszt returned Fafna’s played-out mechanical arm to Magnus.

Magnus also twisted the bearing gears, embedding it onto the right arm.

"Uncle I, have... power beyond the time."

Liszt’s hand grasped in the air, wielding this power of Radiant Knight, unmatched across the continent.

Even... the ultimate power, the supreme Will elevated from all sufferings and spells during the dark hundred years of the Western Continent.

At this moment.

Aran Imperial City, Arena Hotel, one thousand warriors set for the finals, treated with the highest standards, stayed in the best suites.

The decor was created by the nation’s top design team, the wealthy Imperial City, and each participant’s accommodation included a practice room.

Though Emperor numbers 1 to 8 wouldn’t come, considering the possibility, losing face before the emperor was a serious crime.

The Continent Martial Arts Competition finals were only twenty days away.

Each participant needed to maintain a decent appearance as those advancing would be absorbed by the Royal Court, served by professional stylists, until the competition started.

"Considering the cultural confidence the Royal Court wants to show, the independent and strong female power, I suggest female participants avoid neutral attire as much as possible, without affecting combat..."

The stylist rambled on a lot; it was an important directive to strictly adhere to.

Kay Deng was speechless, seated in front of a full-length mirror, only lowering his eyelids, thumb brushing his lips, lost in thought.