Fierce sword light seemed to slash everything to pieces!
Ward's figure leaped out like a lone wolf, charging alone at over a hundred enemies, and the boatswain's exclamation came from afar, but then it cut off abruptly as if someone had choked his throat!
Two burly fellows lunged toward Ward, but at the mere moment their paths crossed, two flashes of blood suddenly appeared, followed by the dull thuds of bodies collapsing; the fierce and burly hitters clutched the wounds on their necks as blood spurted out in gurgles, his opponent's sword-drawing speed so fast that they could not see the movement at all.
Shhh!
Not far away, the boatswain could not help drawing a sharp breath, murmuring, "How is that son of a bitch Ward so strong?"
Blood Shark panicked a bit at this moment, too.
Because he likewise failed to catch the split second of Ward's strike; as a veteran moving through the Gray Zone, he obviously understood that he had run into a tough character, and this was not strength an ordinary sailor could possess.
"Stop him!"
Blood Shark rapidly retreated, then turned his head and grinned hideously at his subordinates behind him, "Bring out the crossbows! We've hit a tough nail!"
An expert.
Even an idiot knew right now that Ward was actually a very formidable warrior, knocking down five or six hitters like cutting melons and vegetables; Blood Shark doubted he could achieve this kind of strength himself. Yet dealing with an expert had its methods, and people who roamed the Gray Zone had their own ways. Soon some of the hitters in the rear withdrew, and then they took out canvas bundles one by one, setting up crossbows that were listed as contraband in Arendelle. Faced with a dozen heavy crossbowmen, ordinary experts let