Chen Fan gripped the military saber and tried swinging it twice. Just then, a huge wave happened to crash into the ship.
The pirates had made their living at sea for years and were long used to this kind of wind and waves. Each of them stood straight and steady without moving.
Chen Fan, on the other hand, immediately staggered underfoot and nearly fell to the deck.
The pirates erupted into another round of delighted laughter. Life at sea was boring, and gambling was forbidden on the ship, so there were not many ways to entertain themselves. Even pirates who had not originally been here were drawn over by the laughter. More and more gathered until, aside from those who had work and could not leave their posts, nearly everyone who could come had arrived.
The crowd waved their fists and cheered for the pirate who had volunteered to fight. "Toby, kill him! Show him what a real man is!"
"You'd better finish this in three moves!"
"Look at this pathetic kid. He can't even stand straight. Is this his first time sailing out to sea?"
Listening to the insults and laughter all around him, Chen Fan instinctively shrank back. The urge to retreat rose within him again. The guy across from him was almost twice his size and clearly battle-hardened. There was no way Chen Fan could win this fight.
Chen Fan knew his old problem had flared up again. Whenever it mattered most, he could not help losing his nerve. Even though his Blade Mastery skill had already reached Level 3, if he remembered correctly, Zhang Heng's Blade Technique skill had only been Level 3 when he left the Black Sail instance.
Of course, there were differences even between Level 3 and Level 3, especially between skill truly