Late February.
In the blink of an eye, a week had passed. Søren was busy preparing when he finally received a response from the Eastern pirates.
The other party wanted to sit down and talk with him.
There were no eternal enemies in this world, only eternal interests. Søren was not the only one who lost when the Eastern sea route was blocked. They also could not transport expensive goods from the East to the south coast in exchange for benefits. Compared to the fertile southern areas, the Eastern desert covered a large area. Because of the energy left over from the Arcane Empire, the area of the Eastern desert could reach up to two-thirds of its original size. Such a large desert area greatly limited the output of the Eastern world. Trade was the most important source of income for the Eastern pirates.
The next morning.
In the sea east of Raging Sand Island, Søren saw the fleet from the East.
It was hard to believe that the largest force among the Eastern pirates was actually a group of pirates controlled by a group of monks.
Monks who followed the evil order.
They could be seen among the desert bandits and Eastern pirates. They were a very difficult enemy to deal with.
This time, the one who was sent to negotiate with Søren was a monk, and it was a legendary monk. Because just as the dragon-headed warship approached, several figures flew out from the opposite Eastern pirate ship. These Eastern monks in martial attire directly landed on the sea, then stepped on the sea at high speed and finally landed on the deck of the dragon-headed warship.
"Treading Wave Steps!"
The special skill of the Eastern monks belonged to a kind of secret skill that was similar to a secret skill.
These monks had obvious Asian characteristics. It was not easy to describe them, but they looked seventy to eighty percent similar to the Indians.
Søren stood on the deck with cold eyes.
When the Eastern monk in front of him was looking at him, Søren was also observing the other party.
This was a young legendary monk.
At least in terms of appearance, he was not very old. His appearance was not much different from the Eastern people in Søren's memory. Although his skin was more Asian, his forehead, nose, and eyes had obvious Western characteristics. The other party's eyes were quite sharp, and there were thick calluses on his palms. The monks were proficient in hand-to-hand combat. It was not an exaggeration to say that their palms were like steel and iron. The most eye-catching thing about him was his skin, which had a faint golden hue to it. It was as if his yellow skin had reached a certain level and turned golden.
[Divine Transcendence]!
It was a special ability unique to Legendary Monks.
However, Søren still preferred to call it the 'Diamond Unbreakable Body'. This was because once a monk reached the Legendary Realm, they would be immune to diseases and poisons. At the same time, they would never age and would only die when their lifespan was up. Ordinary weapons couldn't hurt them, and they also had an amazing resistance to magic. Legendary Monks were one of the most difficult enemies to deal with.
"Sir!"
The legendary monk stared at Søren as if he couldn't believe that Søren was the legendary Beheader.
In terms of appearance, Søren was too young.
In terms of strength, Søren didn't seem to have reached the realm of Legends, at least for now. This was because a Legendary Profession's soul would have a kind of sublimation. As a Legendary Monk with high perception, he could feel this. However, Søren's reputation was accumulated by the number of people he killed. Although the monk had doubts, he didn't show the slightest disrespect.
"Please!"
Søren stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture. At the same time, he glanced at the three monks behind him.
All of them were Advanced Professions.
The Eastern Pirates were still so strong. When he traveled to the Eastern World, he saw many Legendary Professions. Maybe it was because of the energy mutation during the Arcane Empire, or maybe it was because the environment was too bad. Evil creatures, evil gods, and abominations often appeared in the Eastern World. There was a monk monastery that even Søren didn't dare to break into when he was at his peak. It was built directly on top of the nest of an ancient evil creature. (Note: The name seems to be called Magic Sunflower, a terrible evil creature that ended an era.)
One of the teachings of the Martial Monks was to guard these ancient evil creatures.
This was the same regardless of whether the monks were good, neutral, or evil. The monks of the three factions came from many different monasteries, but the essence of order still existed. Their mission was to prevent the chaotic and evil life forms from causing more damage. Even among the adventurers who were mainly active in the Eastern World, there were people who claimed that they had seen a Legendary Monk with a Professional Level of 40.
Søren didn't believe this.
Because a Professional Level 40 Monk's combat power was almost off the charts.
Whether it was physical attacks or magic attacks, it was almost impossible to threaten him. Søren estimated that the most powerful monk in the Eastern World was only around Professional Level 30. (Note: There was a legend that the Massacre God's Son who created [Lunar Style] and [Sunfire Style] was Professional Level 40.)
This was his limit!
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Raging Sand Island.
Søren was in the hall talking with the Legendary Monk from the East.
However, no matter how fierce the fight was, they still had to sit down and negotiate in the end. Because the East Coast and the South Coast were very far away, it was impossible for them to fight to the death.
There seemed to be sounds of argument coming from inside.
However, Vivian didn't care about these things at all. She was more interested in the three bald monks outside because she had met one of them before and he had given her a small gift.
"Hey!"
The little girl was wearing a black princess dress. She tilted her head and looked at the monks outside the door and said, "I've seen people like you before. But he seems to be much stronger than you. "
The monks outside the door didn't say anything and just looked at the little girl with surprise.
"Boring."
Vivian pursed her lips as she looked at them. All of a sudden, she rolled her big eyes and said in a crisp voice, "I heard that you guys have some very powerful combat skills. Do you dare to spar with my followers?"
The three monks looked at each other, and one of them seemed to be eager to try.
But when Vivian pulled out the candidate to compete with them, the monk's face immediately showed disappointment. He even looked a little bit dumbfounded.
That's right.
The candidate Vivian pulled out was Lulume-meow!
Lulumeow was wearing a pink dress today with a lot of sweet candies hidden in her pockets. As Vivian's little follower, she basically followed behind her all day.
She was like her little tail!
At this moment, Lulumeow, who had just eaten a candy, was caught in front with a blank face and looked around doubtfully.
"Don't underestimate her!"
Vivian snorted and curled her lips. "You might not even be able to beat her!"
"Lulumeow."
"Fight with the bald guy in the front. If you win, I'll give you a holiday and buy you whatever you want to eat!"
Meow!
When the feline girl heard that she could eat whatever she wanted, her eyes instantly lit up. Almost without thinking, she bent her body and turned into an afterimage as she pounced forward. Then, her sharp claws drew a cold light.
Bang! Bang!
In an instant, they exchanged three moves.
Lulumeow's petite figure flew out directly and then fell to the ground with a plop. She meowed with some grievance and looked at her dirty dress. Her eyes immediately showed a fierce light.
She was angry.
At the same time, the monk who had just fought with her looked at his chest with a stunned face. On his arm, chest, and abdomen, there were three faint bloodstains. The enemy's attack was not enough to threaten his life, but the speed was so fast that it made him speechless. As a monk with strong perception, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the opponent's attack. In the end, although he shook off the cat girl who rushed over, he was also scratched in the chest.
What kind of monster is this!?
The face of the high-grade monk became serious. He put his hands together and made a tiger posture. At the same time, his eyes were locked on the petite cat girl in front of him.
Even the high-grade monk with the [Wind Attack] ability couldn't keep up with her attack speed. The cat girl in front of him indeed had the strength to challenge him.
Vivian still had a playful expression on her face.
It seemed that she was full of confidence for the next battle. It seemed that victory was in her hands.
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