On the deck of the Blue Star, Ronan pulled out the cross sword he had just plunged into a pirate's heart.
The next instant, he whirled around and raised his left palm, facing the pirate leader who was firing at him!
The bullets flying at Ronan abruptly seemed to strike an invisible wall. Their gleaming brass heads hovered motionlessly about half a meter from his palm.
Psionic shield!
One, two, three...
Six bullets, lined up in perfect order!
A transcendent!
The pirate leader's expression changed dramatically.
He himself was a transcendent warrior, possessed of immense strength. Battle-hardened and ruthless in slaughter, his combat experience was incomparably rich.
Yet this pirate leader had never encountered an opponent like Ronan.
The ability Ronan had just displayed had clearly exceeded the bounds of a transcendent warrior. He was more like a spellcaster.
The problem was that his swordsmanship was so superb, and his movements so swift!
The pirate leader involuntarily took a step back. Then he suddenly tossed away his revolver, turned, and lunged over the side of the deck toward the sea.
He had no confidence at all in defeating his opponent, so he decisively chose to retreat.
To the pirate leader, fleeing for his life when facing a powerful enemy was nothing shameful. On the contrary, it was the wisest choice—otherwise, he would have long since died by the roadside and been buried in a ditch.
Yet at the very instant the pirate leader launched himself high into the air, the six bullets hovering before Ronan abruptly shot back, striking his back and thighs at even greater speed.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Charged with Psionic Power, the bullets pierced through the pirate leader's leather armor and bored into his iron-tough muscles, instantly blooming into sprays of blood.
Caught off guard, the pirate