If the impression Alan Dale left on others wasn't direct, then Scarface Harry, Alan Dale's first mate in the previous world should have a fresh impression of him. As for why Scarface Harry had a scar on his face, it was left behind during a battle with Alan Dale!
Alan Dale was also an expert of western rapier usage. Thus, there was one time when Alan Dale spoke rudely in a bar, stating that Alan Dale wouldn't even last 10 seconds under his rapier, and wantonly slandered him. Coincidentally, Chief Officer Harry was present at that time. Being loyal and devoted to Alan, Harry naturally wouldn't let the matter rest, and thus, the two exchanged blows.
The final outcome was Alan Dale receiving a punch to his chest. This punch was no trifling matter, as Scarface Harry had utilized his valiant 'Muscle Explosion' ability to directly strike Alan Dale. Henceforth, Alan Dale's body deteriorated day by day, becoming crooked and frail. As for Harry, he would forever carry a deep scar in this world. Although the final outcome of this battle appeared to be Alan Dale's loss, his prowess could still be seen at a glance.
Amidst the uproar of the crowd, Alan Dale unhurriedly withdrew his sword. Blacksail's face contorted as he crashed to the ground. Blood rapidly flowed out from his body, and quickly soaked a large portion of the deck. Alan Dale covered his mouth as he coughed lightly. He then ordered his subordinates.
"Hang him upside down on the mast. Whenever the sea breeze blows him dry, I'll release him."
Dozens of pirates behind him immediately charged forward. Instead, 7-8 of Sheyan's underlings suddenly rushed out from the ship's hold, all of them wielding Mauser rifles as they aimed over. Leading them was the ramrod straight ex-naval officer Philip. At present, he had already rushed out recklessly, as he furiously roared out.
"Whoever dares to touch our men will instantly turn into a hornet's nest!"
Alan Dale sneered as he abruptly grabbed Blacksail to block his front. Instantly, Philip became wary of shooting at the rat for fear of breaking the vases. At this moment, Alan Dale had already pushed Blacksail towards the muzzle of his gun, while his entire body shrunk behind Blacksail's back. With a flash of his rapier, Alan Dale abruptly thrusted towards Philip's throat from the side of Blacksail's face.
Philip was also an expert swordsman, so he instinctively raised the barrel of his Mauser to block. Instead, Alan Dale abruptly retracted his sword. Sparks and deep scratches splashed out from the gun barrel as his soft sword edge pierced towards Philip's abdomen. Philip flipped backwards awkwardly and managed to block the attack.
In spite of that, Alan Dale's swordsmanship became increasingly faster. After thrusting out with his sword, he didn't seem to have the time to retract his sword. Instead, the next sword arrived, and was about to stab into Philip's forehead! Dang! A scorching hot bullet whizzed in from the side, deflecting Alan Dale's rapier away.
Within a short span of time, the air was filled with the sound of flying bullets. Alan Dale knew that a formidable foe had arrived. Instead, he desired to slay the two foes before him. Instead, each and every bullet refused to yield, and stuck tightly to Alan Dale's body like maggots latching onto his bones. For a moment, he realized that if he didn't wish to be shot, he could only retreat. Retreat!
Finally, the gunshots ceased. When Alan Dale raised his head once again, he saw a black man with a mouth full of white teeth leisurely blowing out smoke from his gun muzzle. He then turned towards Blacksail and Philip, only to discover a person obstructing their path.
This person had his arms crossed in front of his chest, and appeared rather robust. His eyes were exceptionally bright, as he stared at Alan Dale with a scornful gaze. For some unknown reason, Alan Dale felt as though a humongous mountain range was whizzing down from the sky, and was about to suppress him. Such a sensation caused him to feel rather displeased. Immediately, he pulled out his sword, and asked with a murderous glint in his eyes.
"Who are you?"
Sheyan ignored him, and abruptly turned towards the retreating Hawser. Striding forward, Sheyan extended his hand towards Hawser's shoulder. Hawser released a strange shriek, as he pulled out his saber and chopped down. Instead, Sheyan neither blocked nor evaded. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, and allowed the saber to cleave into his shoulder.
Blood flowed down from Sheyan's shoulder. Yet when Hawser attempted to withdraw his saber, he was horrified to discover that his saber was embedded into Sheyan's shoulder, and was completely immobilized. Sheyan then grabbed onto Hawser's shoulder, and pulled him over. Then, Sheyan delivered a heavy punch to Hawser's face.
This punch sent Hawser's robust body flying 2-3 metres into the air, as several yellowed teeth mixed with blood splattered out, before smashing heavily against the deck. At this moment, Alan Dale's figure flashed, as he darted forward to stab Sheyan's back. Sheyan's agility wasn't lacking either, as he grabbed onto Hawser's rapier. Without turning his head, he replied.
"Don't be hasty, it'll be your turn soon."
As he spoke, he pulled out his saber, and slashed incessantly at Hawser! The might of Sheyan's + 7 long saber was exceedingly immense. As his saber flashed, Hawser screamed miserably.
In his fury, Alan Dale forcefully pulled back his rapier. He originally thought that the five fingers of this person who was grabbing onto his rapier would be severed. Instead, the cruel reality was, only a single bloody scar was left on his rapier! As for Alan Dale, he was frantically thrusting out his sword. Sheyan simply ignored him and used his left hand to parry. Although those demonic thrusting sword pierced out streaks of blood on his arm, it actually didn't deal much damage to him!
The spectating pirates became increasingly apprehensive as they watched. Instead, Sheyan's subordinates were crazily cheering, and were exceedingly excited!
Within a short span of time, Hawser could only release miserable shrieks. Without the strength to retaliate, Sheyan stomped down ferociously at Hawser's limbs! Amidst ear-piercing snapping sounds, Hawser's limbs were actually trampled apart!
At this moment, Sheyan turned around, tilting his head to the side as he shouted.
"Ol 'Seadog?"
Ol 'Seadog scurried over with his face covered in filth and dirt. Bruises could be seen on his face from being trampled on. He bowed respectfully and asked.
"Boss, what instructions do you have?"
Sheyan glanced at Hawser who was lying on the deck like a dead dog, and replied indifferently.
"Didn't you say you wanted to let him have a taste of lead bullets? My subordinates must honor their words! Without credibility, how can they struggle at sea? "
Ol 'Seadog's weather-beaten face instantly revealed a malevolent grin.
"Yes, boss, you're right to lecture!"
Ol 'Seadog immediately retrieved a short musket, and crudely stuffed it into Hawser's mouth. Then, he exposed a cruel smile and said.
"Fool, I told you to scram just now to give you a way out. Yet you insist on staying here. Do you know fear now?"
Hawser's eyes were wide open as he whimpered. His voice was rather indistinct, but it was obvious he was begging for mercy. Eventually, tears rolled down his cheeks. Ol 'Seadog laughed wildly. Especially under the watchful gazes of numerous pirates, he felt like a vile character who had achieved his goals and ascended to the pinnacle of his life. Bang! Then, he pulled the trigger!
Green fumes billowed out as Hawser's eyes widened. His body twitched violently for a few times before he stopped moving. Behind his head, large clumps of filthy blood dyed the deck red. Alan Dale was already shrieking from the side.
"You actually dared to kill one of our men. Just you wait, everyone on this ship will die!"
After speaking, he immediately leapt towards the shore, intending to flee. Yet at this moment, crisp sounds of DA DA DA DA reverberated in. Three bullets whistled in. The first bullet struck against the rocky shore where Alan Dale intended to land, and rapidly congealed into a layer of deep-blue ice!
Alan Dale instantly lost his balance when he stomped on the ice. Instead, he immediately thrusted out his rapier to support himself against the nearby breakwater. Yet at this moment, a second bullet whizzed in and struck against the rapier he was using to support his center of gravity. Finally, Alan Dale toppled backwards. The third bullet whizzed past Alan Dale's head, and coincidentally struck against the ropes binding the mountain of empty wine barrels. Instantly, those empty wine barrels collapsed with a loud rumble, as they rolled towards Alan Dale's direction.
Alan Dale had just regained his balance when facing such an impact. He could only instinctively leap backwards, and coincidentally landed at the same spot he had fled from. At this moment, Sheyan was already standing in front of him calmly.
"Oh, everyone on this ship will die? Didn't you say that? "
The muscles on Alan Dale's face twitched incessantly, as though he was infuriated to the extreme. He gritted his teeth and replied.
"That's right! I did say that! What do you want? "
Sheyan replied indifferently.
"Don't worry, I'm in a good mood today and don't wish to kill you. However, you mentioned hanging my underling on the mast, and letting the wind blow him dry before coming down. I've always been fair in my dealings. How others treat me, I will treat you accordingly. "
Alan Dale's eyes flickered with sinister flames, as he unsheathed his rapier and thrusted towards Sheyan's eyes. This was an all-out attack, one that could only be described as a spark from a flint. Sheyan raised his hand and swiped, yet the rapier merely left a wound on Alan Dale's palm.
Sheyan's current combat experience was plentiful, and he could tell with a single glance that Alan Dale's offensive might was his weak point!
Alan Dale knew he had been careless today. He had merely heard that a batch of unfamiliar outsiders had arrived, and was coincidentally short on funds. Hence, he decided to extort and extort them. Little did he expect that upon arriving, he would discover that this was actually a british standard warship. Moreover, it was equipped with several precious components.
Most crucially, it would've been fine if he didn't recognize any of the pirates on this ship. Instead, most of his underlings swore solemnly that the pirates on this ship were all incomparably down-and-out bottom-tier pirates! This was practically akin to a little kid carrying a bag of gold while walking in the dark. Hence, it was no wonder Alan Dale would resort to trickery and robbery.
Yet how could he have known the core crew of this ship would be so valiant!!
*****
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