Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chapter 393: Can You Fucking Do It? (Second Update)


Yang Fei flicked the rope in his hand.

The tip of the rope seemed to come to life, stiff as a gun, and thrust upwards fiercely.

The soft rope, infused with Yang Fei's Essence Qi, was like a iron rod.

Thud!

A muffled sound was heard as the tip of the rope struck the skinny man's throat.

This strike instantly shattered the skinny man's trachea.

The skinny man let out a miserable scream, clutching his throat as he fell to the ground.

Yang Fei kicked up a foot, hitting him in the chest.

The skinny man, like a soccer ball violently kicked, slammed into the nearby ship's railing.

The huge inertia made it impossible for him to stop himself, and he instantly fell into the sea.

At this moment, the black man, like an enraged blind bear, charged at Yang Fei.

Reckless, he spread his arms and embraced Yang Fei, then squeezed with all his might.

Yang Fei felt the bones in his body creaking loudly, pain shooting through him.

This King Kong-like fellow, though at most considered a Mingjin Heavenly Grade expert.

However, his natural strength was simply too enormous.

Yang Fei found himself unable to break free at once.

The Extreme Tiger within him suddenly activated, and vital energy and blood surged out powerfully.

Hisss!

The black man felt an unstoppable force burst from all over Yang Fei's body, overwhelming like a torrent, undefeatable.

This force, transforming into millions of steel needles like Dark Force, invaded the black man's body.

The Dark Force, like an overflowing tide.

Rampaged within his body, recklessly crisscrossing.

The black man's eyes bulged, his entire body went limp and collapsed.

He weakly lay on Yang Fei's shoulder, his head drooping softly.

In just an instant, his organs and bones.

Were completely destroyed by Yang Fei's emitted Dark Force, turning into mush.

Within moments, three great experts, died an untimely death.

Bang!

The sniper on the mast's crossbeam, once again breaking free from Mad Blade's suppression, shot at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei did a somersault and flipped backward.

The bullet strayed and hit the black man's head, blowing off half of his skull, splattering brains and blood everywhere.

"Mad Blade, can you even handle it?"

Yang Fei rolled quickly to dodge.

He felt that the sniper's bullets were relentlessly following him, causing him to curse.

In fact, it wasn't that Mad Blade's sniping skills were insufficient.

But the opponent had the high ground, shooting from a vantage point.

Mad Blade inevitably struggled to cope.

Just then, a flash of sword light, and the gunfire suddenly stopped.

Yang Fei looked up and saw, just in time, the sniper's chest pierced by a blood-stained sword tip sticking out.

The Longsword firmly nailed the sniper to the mast.

On the yacht deck, Ming Tai's figure moved swiftly, rushing over along the gangway.

With just two movements, he stormed onto the Pirate Ship.

Then, Ming Tai lightly tapped his toes and soared upward, jumping onto the mast's crossbeam and pulled out the Longsword.

Yang Fei marveled inwardly.

The Pirate Ship's mast was as thick as a water bucket.

But Ming Tai casually threw it, covering such a distance, yet capable of piercing the mast and even killing a man.

This level of accuracy and strength impressed Yang Fei tremendously.

This clearly showed that Ming Tai's Martial Arts were indeed profound and unfathomable.

At this moment, the pirates were heavily injured and in disarray, continually retreating.

But Ming Tai's yacht had sunk two-thirds.

A large amount of seawater poured into the cabin, leaving only the deck and the masts visible above the water.

Survival meant they had to seize the Pirate Ship.

Ming Tai pulled out the Longsword and landed lightly, his tone chilling.

"Kill all the pirates."

"Alright, let's go up together!"

Yang Fei shook the cable, full of vigour.

Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and Uncle Yu all rushed onto the pirate ship.

The yacht's crew and sailors also scrambled eagerly to join.

At that moment, the pirates had already begun to collapse.

These pirates, having engaged in close combat with Yang Fei, had their souls shattered.

A few pirates frantically grabbed lifeboats to escape.

Those who remained to resist were precisely shot dead by Yang Fei, Mad Blade, and Fan Yi.

Xue Mingtai and Yang Fei led the charge, clearing out pirates in the cabin.

While distant gunshots rang out, nearby ones were pierced by Xue Mingtai's sword.

Yang Fei truly witnessed Xue Mingtai's skills.

This pampered young master, when killing, especially focused on efficiency and impact.

Almost every thrust of his sword took a life.

No matter if the enemy hid in front of him, around a corner, or against a cabin wall, he executed them with a single thrust.

Moreover, the most important thing was, in such a bloody and fiery battle, Xue Mingtai's inherent grace remained undiminished.

In fact, his demeanor exuded even more of a heroic air.

Yang Fei couldn't help but secretly admire him.

Uncle Yu was responsible for protecting the crew and sailors on deck.

Yang Fei, Xue Mingtai, Mad Blade, and Fan Yi pursued the pirates relentlessly.

Everyone continued the slaughter from the deck all the way to the lower hold, leaving a trail of corpses.

In front of a small cabin door in the lower hold, Yang Fei and the others faced strong resistance.

Almost all the remaining pirates had gathered here.

In the narrow corridor, the pirates had constructed simple defenses.

An old-fashioned ZB37 heavy machine gun posed a significant obstacle and threat to Yang Fei and his group's advance.

The other pirates, relying on the fortifications, fought desperately to block Yang Fei and his companions.

A storm of bullets filled the entire corridor.

In such fierce shooting, even high martial arts were of little use.

Yang Fei's sniper rifle continually took out two heavy machine gunners.

However, due to this, Fan Yi was shot in the arm, forcing the four to retreat.

Mad Blade was also shot in the leg.

He carried a heavy machine gun, his body wrapped in golden ammo belts, cursing from behind the cabin door.

"Damn ineffective fools, these guys are holed up like turtles in their shells, what should we do now?"

Just then, Xue Mingtai found an entire burlap sack of chili and curry powders from somewhere.

He casually said, "Use this to smoke them out."

Yang Fei saw it and was immediately overjoyed.

"Brother Mingtai, great idea, let's make them a supersized poison gas bomb."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the pirates inside launched a new wave of desperate charges.

Bullets swept out like hail.

Mad Blade's heavy machine gun spat furious tongues of flame.

The guys who just rushed out of the cabin were shredded into pieces by his storm-like bullets within a moment.

Bodies lay skewed haphazardly on the ground.

The remaining pirates shrank back into the cabin, behind the defenses.

And Mad Blade and the others dared not charge in carelessly.

By this time, Yang Fei had prepared everything.

He doused the entire sack of chili and curry powders in gasoline.

Upon lighting it, he threw it directly into the cabin door.

Instantly, an intense spicy scent spread from inside the cabin door.

The scene was enveloped with thick smoke, as if a fire had broken out.

Even though Yang Fei and his group were ready and covered their mouths and noses,

they still choked to the point where tears and snot flowed down their faces.

Amidst the chilling screams from inside the cabin, the pirates howled like ghosts and wailed like wolves.

Whoosh!

Seven or eight pirates pushed open the cabin door and tumbled out, sprawling and scrambling for their lives.

While Mad Blade, enduring tears and snot, opened fire again with the heavy machine gun.

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