Even though Farah was the number one fighter in Somalia, he paled in comparison to Ouyang Shuo. The two of them fought with murderous intent, and they moved so fast that no one could catch the changes in their techniques.
The two of them moved back and forth, and the onlookers could only hear the sounds of weapons clashing, but they didn't know who had the upper hand.
Even if the onlookers wanted to help, they couldn't do so. A fight between masters had its own aura, and if one wasn't careful, they would be severely injured.
Not a single person was able to get within three meters of him.
Thus, the members of the [Cheetah Mercenary Group] could only give up and focus on attacking the Shanhai City Navy soldiers on the deck with the pirates.
The deck was also filled with battle cries.
With the Divine Martial Guards on the Dragon Head, the pirates couldn't gain the upper hand. On the other warships, the navy soldiers were suffering. Facing the heavy siege of the enemy, they could only bitterly hold on.
The soldiers who were ordered to hide at the bottom of the cabins heard the battle above them, and they wanted to go out and kill the enemies, but they didn't dare to move without orders. They could only grit their teeth and endure the torment.
On the allied battleships, the Somali players were also in a killing frenzy.
The betrayal of the [Cheetah Mercenary Group] made the players heartbroken, and they wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood. The hatred they felt toward the [Cheetah Mercenary Group] was equivalent to the guilt they felt toward the Shanhai City fleet.
Such a righteous teacher, how noble was he?!
The Somali players only hoped to kill the enemies in front of them as soon as possible so that they could rush over to help the Shanhai City soldiers. Friendship on the battlefield was magical. Both sides fought side by side, and although they didn't communicate much, their fates were connected.
The battle on the surface of the sea was reaching its climax.
The blue surface of the sea was slowly dyed red by blood, and corpses floated on the surface. The wreckage of the sunken battleships was scattered everywhere. There were survivors who fell into the sea on top of some of the wreckage.
The cruelty of a battle on the sea was evident.
…
On the deck of the Dragon Head.
In less than forty moves, Farah was already in a dangerous situation. He wanted to escape from the battle, but he couldn't. Under the threat of the Sky Demon Spear, even a slight distraction could kill him on the spot.
Farah felt a trace of regret in his heart.
Some people on the forum claimed that not only was Shan Hai City's Feudal Lord Wu Yi unparalleled in strategy and foresight, but his martial arts skills were also extraordinary. The number one expert of the Star Nation, Chen Guang, was defeated within forty moves.
Farah didn't believe it and was even a little disdainful.
The assassination of the black-clothed man had undoubtedly proved his judgment.
"The Marquis of Lianzhou is mediocre in martial arts. He was lucky enough to escape the pursuit." The leader of the black-clothed men reported.
How could Farah know that Ouyang Shuo would still display his prowess even if he was in an unfamiliar dark night, in a messy alleyway, facing the sneak attacks of crossbows and the insidious hidden weapons that caught him off guard?
More than three hundred of the most elite assassins were completely buried in the nameless alley.
If it had been a fair and aboveboard confrontation, these assassins probably wouldn't even have had the qualifications to make Ouyang Shuo activate his Demon God bloodline, let alone seriously injure him and almost lose his life on the spot!
The leader of the black-robed men said this just to avoid punishment. He didn't tell Farah that when Ouyang Shuo activated his Demon God bloodline, he didn't even have the courage to fight.
It wasn't that Farah didn't know that the black-clothed man's report wasn't accurate. The key was that he already had a preconceived notion. There were times when one's strength was limited, and a feudal lord who was immersed in the affairs of his territory all day long wouldn't have the time to cultivate martial arts.
If Farah knew that Ouyang Shuo took out two hours every morning and night to practice martial arts, be it in the hot summer or the cold winter, be it in the feudal lord's mansion or on the march, he wouldn't have made such an inference.
How could an expert be trained in a day?!
Even if Ouyang Shuo was talented and had abundant cultivation resources, he wouldn't be able to reach his current martial realm and achievements if he didn't persevere in cultivation for several years.
Behind the dazzling brilliance of an expert, there were always countless days and nights of lonely cultivation hidden.
Ouyang Shuo immediately noticed Farah's absent-mindedness. How could he let go of such a good opportunity?
After Ouyang Shuo's spear art became unique, he was even more proficient in using the Sky Demon Spear. The Sky Demon Spear Art and the Sky Demon Spear were like twins, no longer distinguishable from each other.
The entire set of spear art didn't have a fixed style anymore. It could be used and retracted at will.
The Sky Demon Spear lifted up and parried the opponent's long sword. Then, in a flash of lightning, with an incredible force and change of moves, the lift turned into a stab and directly pierced towards Farah's heart.
As the number one expert in Somalia, Farah's reaction was also fast. At the critical moment, he leaned to the right and narrowly avoided the attack by a few inches.
The Sky Demon Spear's momentum didn't decrease, and it pierced into Farah's shoulder.
"Ah!"
Farah couldn't help but scream. The bones in his left arm were broken, and he was completely crippled.
Ouyang Shuo didn't show any mercy. Taking advantage of Farah's injury, he launched a series of powerful attacks, suppressing Farah to the point where he almost lost his life on the spot.
This person was also tenacious and had a strong will to live. He was actually able to neutralize Ouyang Shuo's killing moves again and again. Although he was inevitably injured every time he neutralized Ouyang Shuo's attacks, he still miraculously survived.
Seeing this, Ouyang Shuo's eyes turned cold. He didn't want to be entangled anymore. The longer he delayed, the more disadvantageous it would be for Shanhai City. The Sky Demon Spear suddenly became bold and unrestrained. It went all out on the offense and completely gave up on defense.
Such a fighting style inevitably revealed many flaws.
Seeing this, Farah's eyes also narrowed, and he prepared a desperate counterattack. He identified a flaw, and his long sword stabbed out like lightning. The tip of the sword actually carried traces of white light. Obviously, this was also a killing move.
At the same time Farah attacked, the Sky Demon Spear also stabbed at Farah.
With such a fighting style, it was impossible for the two of them to avoid each other's attacks. It was as if they wanted to perish together. Now it depended on who had the courage to disregard life and death.
In Farah's view, Lord Ouyang Shuo definitely cherished his life, and he would definitely hesitate at the last moment. On the contrary, he had already launched a desperate counterattack. If he didn't succeed, he would die.
Moreover, he still held the last trump card in his hand.
In this way, victory was in his hands.
How could Farah know that Ouyang Shuo was wearing a divine armor? It had already been a month since he killed Chen Guang, and the Double Dragon Shadow Shield that came with the Double Dragon Heaven Devouring Armor could be used again.
The so-called perishing together was simply a false proposition.
"Ding!"
The Sky Demon Spear and the long sword stabbed each other at almost the same time.
The strange thing was that both of them were unharmed.
Ouyang Shuo was protected by the Double Dragon Shadow Shield, and Farah was also wearing a treasured armor. Although it could not emit a protective divine light, it was still invulnerable. Even the divine weapon, the Sky Demon Spear, was blocked.
The only difference was that the Double Dragon Heaven Devouring Armor was an energy protection, and Farah's long sword did not make any substantial contact with Ouyang Shuo's body.
On the contrary, Farah's treasured armor relied on absolute hardness and toughness. Under the impact of the huge power of the Sky Demon Spear, coupled with the fact that his attack had missed, Farah staggered.
No matter how slow Ouyang Shuo was, he would not let go of such a good opportunity. He did not withdraw the Sky Demon Spear at all. With a sliding step, he rushed forward in the blink of an eye, and the Sky Demon Spear was already on Farah's neck.
"Move and die!" Ouyang Shuo said coldly.
Feeling the cold light coming from the tip of the spear on his neck, Farah dejectedly put down the long sword in his hand. "Why don't you just kill me?" He was indeed a formidable person. Even in such a desperate situation, he could still see a trace of hope.
"Tell your people to stop, and I can spare your life."
Ouyang Shuo knew that for a top-notch adventurer like Farah, once he reincarnated, the loss would be immeasurable. Unless there was a great opportunity, it was almost impossible for him to make a comeback.
Therefore, these players cherished their lives very much.
Cherishing their lives was a flaw in itself.
As expected, Farah's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he asked hopefully, "Are you serious?"
"I never lie."
For Ouyang Shuo, he was concerned about the outcome of the entire war. It was not a big problem to kill Farah or not. In the face of war, personal grudges were not worth mentioning.
Farah was also a formidable person, and he was able to rise and fall.
"Marquis of Lian Province, you win!"
Farah completely admitted defeat, and he took out the conch again.
The strange sound of the conch echoed again, and the noisy battlefield suddenly stopped. The members of the Cheetah Mercenary Group who were still fighting heard the sound, and they quietly left the battlefield and gathered together.
Zheng He also received the news, and he commanded the soldiers of Shanhai City to focus on dealing with the pirates.
The Cheetah Mercenary Group stayed out of the battle, and the soldiers of the ocean-going fleet finally got a chance to breathe.
The scales of victory once again tilted toward the allied forces. Seeing this, the Somali players couldn't help but cheer. After the cheers, more intense fighting broke out.
"Marquis of Lian Province, you've fulfilled your promise," Farah reminded Ouyang Shuo.
Ouyang Shuo shook his head. "There's no need to struggle or test the waters. When the pirates retreat, you'll find a way to survive."
"…"
Facing such an opponent, Farah felt powerless.
…
Zheng He, who was commanding the army, observed the situation on the battlefield and decisively ordered, "Attack!"
As soon as the military order was issued, war drums with a special rhythm sounded. Boom ~ Boom ~ Boom ~ Boom ~
For a moment, tens of thousands of archers hiding in the bottom of the cabins charged out with endless anger and fighting spirit, and they launched a surprise attack on the pirates.
They hid behind the cabins and used it as cover to accurately snipe the pirates on the deck. Every time, a pirate's life would be taken away.
It was efficient and merciless.
As a result, the pirates were thrown into chaos. They wanted to rush to the cabins, but they were stopped by the saber and shield soldiers.
The scales of the war had completely tilted.
Pirates were never iron-blooded warriors who would fight to the death. When the battle was going well, they could be as fierce as wolves, and when the battle was going badly, they could retreat decisively like jackals.
"Know when to advance and when to retreat" was their motto.
"Retreat!"
Tens of thousands of pirates surged forward like a black tide, and then retreated like the tide.
"Want to leave? It's not that easy, "Ouyang Shuo muttered to himself.
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