Extreme Training!

(Day three of quitting smoking. I coughed up a lot of phlegm this morning, feeling a bit like withdrawal symptoms. It's really uncomfortable. Only one update today.)

Under a clear blue sky.

Soren, his somewhat lean but powerful frame standing atop the Dragon-headed Warship, held a Scimitar in each hand. His body was slightly crouched, like a taut bowstring, his back to the others as if listening intently. Behind him moved at high speed; the highly skilled Red-Haired Female Pirate, Adele Isabella, also wielding swords in both hands, constantly shifted her position around Soren, seemingly searching for his weaknesses and opportunities to strike.

Time passed little by little!

As if finding no obvious flaws, the Red-Haired Female Pirate let out a sharp cry and pounced forward, simultaneously wielding her twin swords to slash at Soren's shoulder, while the other sword was slashed horizontally towards his throat.

Clang!

Soren made his move in an instant.

His Scimitar flashed like a cold light, deflecting Adele Isabella's attack. Simultaneously, he swung back, but she dodged with incredible speed, her blade aimed at Soren's abdomen. Soren's movements seemed somewhat off-kilter; the Red-Haired Female Pirate not only slashed his abdomen but also tore his clothes, leaving a bloody gash. However, he didn't hesitate. Almost immediately after being hit, he Roll Dodge, simultaneously slashing at Adele Isabella's ankle.

Clang clang.

The sounds of continuous Parry rang out, and Soren took three steps back, another bloody gash appearing on his shoulder.

On the other side of the Warship.

A man with a scar on his cheek watched the battle on the Dragon-headed Warship not far away. His expression was one of surprise and confusion. He asked, "Are you going easy on that woman? Otherwise, how could someone as skilled as the Throat Cutter be unable to defeat that grumpy woman?! I don't think that woman is much stronger than us, is she?"

This is a pirate leader.

Soren selected the most skilled surviving men and promoted them all to at least the rank of junior leader.

"No."

Standing beside him was a Half-Elf, who was also watching the battle on the Dragon-headed Warship. The Half-Elf remarked calmly, "Throat Cutter is not holding back against Adele Isabella."

"How is that possible?!" the scarred man who had asked the first question exclaimed. "Don't think that just because I'm not as good as you, I can't understand anything."

"I participated in the battle against the King of the Swamp and personally killed five enemies. Throat Cutter Slitter's strength is far beyond what that red-haired woman could Parry. If I hadn't been holding back, I probably could have taken her down in three moves."

The Half-Elf glanced at it, remaining calm as he said, "You certainly didn't go easy on her."

"It's just that you've been fighting with your eyes closed the whole time!"

Fighting with your eyes closed?

Upon hearing the Half-Elf's words, the other pirate captains nearby fell silent, then craned their necks to look in that direction. The two ships were quite a distance apart, and while the others saw Soren fighting the Red-Haired Female Pirate, they couldn't see that Soren fought with his eyes closed the entire time. Only the first mate, being Half-Elf, had sharper eyesight and saw that Soren hadn't opened his eyes once.

"They're literally fighting with their eyes closed!..."

A fierce-looking, Baldy pirate scratched his scalp with a hook, exclaiming incredulously, "The Throat Cutter is this powerful even with his eyes closed!... What kind of formidable combat techniques is he training?!"

No one answered.

Because no one else could understand why Soren would fight Adele Isabella with his eyes closed.

Clang clang.

Another round of confrontation.

As Adele Isabella's barrage of attacks ended, the two involuntarily created distance between them. The Red-Haired Female Pirate noticed Soren make a hand gesture, so she immediately stopped her attack and stood quietly in front of Soren, waiting. This was the third time they had practiced this kind of combat. The man before her was actually going to fight her with his eyes closed. At first, she thought he was joking, but later she realized he was serious.

And he really does have the ability to fight himself with his eyes closed!

"Blind Fight!"

Soren took a breath and slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at the Red-Haired Female Pirate in front of him, then nodded slightly and said, "That's all for today."

After saying that, he picked up a towel and wiped the sweat and blood off his body.

This is for real!

Soren did have some wounds, but they weren't serious. He was someone who believed heavily in real combat experience. Training could only be truly improved in actual combat, and the injuries were minor; he possessed powerful Regeneration abilities anyway. The fleet would need another five or six days to reach the Kelp Islands, and he didn't intend to waste that time. He would regularly spar with the Red-Haired Female Pirate every day to hone his other Feat.

Because Soren has acquired a lot of Feat information during this period!

A row of documents appeared before my eyes:

"Combat Realization!"

"You have successfully activated a special combat technique!... You have gained insights during the battle!..."

"Through repeated training, you have mastered new combat techniques, and you have acquired partial information on [Sword Momentum: Whirlwind Dance]!..."

"Combat Realization!"

"With each combat training session, your combat skills will gradually improve!"

"You have obtained partial information on [Two-Weapon Defense]."

"Combat Realization!"

"With each Naval Combat, your combat capabilities in the high seas improve, and your ability to maintain balance against the ship's rolling motion increases."

"You have obtained partial information regarding [Naval Combat]."

"Combat Realization!"

"With each training session, you mastered unique combat techniques."

"You have mastered the [Two-Weapon Fighting] Feat!..."

"Combat Realization!"

"Through your training and practice, you have mastered some special combat techniques."

"You have obtained partial information about the [Blind Fight] Feat."

There are a total of five Information Prompt.

It's possible that Soren has recently been focusing on building up his strength before unleashing it, as all the information about his skills came out all at once today.

The most important of these is the [Two-Weapon Fighting] Feat. Soren has already received two Information Prompt for this, and he has spent a great deal of effort Feat it. Next is the Information Prompt for [Two-Weapon Fighting Sword Momentum: Whirlwind Dance]. This prompt appeared because Soren carefully observed Adele Isabella's combat and learned the Whirlwind Dance technique she used. At this rate, he should be able to learn it in a short time.

Then there's Feat [Two-Weapon Defense] feat, Feat was mentioned once during the King of the Swamp fight.

This happening now is an accident.

Therefore, Soren's main training objective was to master the Feat [Blind Fight]. To train his Blind Fight skills, he fought with his eyes closed. However, this reduced his ability to accurately assess his enemy's position, forcing him to adopt a defensive fighting style, using the enemy's attacks to pinpoint their location before launching a counterattack. Unexpectedly, this training actually developed his [Two-Weapon Defense] combat skills. Soren received Information Prompt of [Blind Fight] before he even received the full Information Prompt about it.

"Finally mastered [Two-Weapon Fighting]."

Soren glanced at his stats and let out a long sigh, saying, "I've mastered [Two-Weapon Fighting]. Next, I should be able to upgrade my class level and further enhance my Feat."

Feat Point are extremely valuable.

If time permits, it's best to train the relatively simple basic Feat yourself and then use Feat Point to improve them. Otherwise, it's a waste to waste Feat Point on those basic Feat, since some Feat can be mastered naturally with increased combat experience. This might be due to growing combat experience, or it might be that Soren has accumulated enough experience to unleash his full potential. Recently, he's been receiving Information Prompt much faster than before, which has been very effective in training some basic Feat.

"Call!"

Just as Soren was about to rest and level up his profession, and then consider which Feat to advance to, a commotion suddenly broke out on a nearby cargo ship. This was followed by shouts from sailors and some other rather chaotic noises. The sound made Soren frown, and then he lightly leaped across the sea and landed on the deck.

Something seems to have happened here!

Soren had no choice but to temporarily abandon his job leveling up and come over to take a look. Anyway, there weren't any battles happening for the time being.

"What happened?"

He landed on the deck, glanced at the sailors in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Upon hearing Soren's deep voice, the sailors on the cargo ship visibly flinched in fear.

The name of the Throat Cutter was now enough to stop children from crying at night in the South Coast region. He was clearly frightened upon seeing Soren, but a bolder sailor beside him spoke up, "Your Throat Cutter!... Down below... down below, a Slave is sick!... We're worried it's a contagious disease!..."

"We were going to throw him into the sea, but a Slave held onto him tightly and wouldn't let us get close."

disease?

Soren was also taken aback when he heard this word!

Encountering disease at sea is no joke; even professionals sometimes cannot withstand it. Infectious diseases at sea are truly a nightmare, potentially infecting everyone on board. Therefore, in such situations, others would usually throw the infected person into the sea, especially if Slave was infected. To prevent the entire Slave from being infected, they might even execute the infected Slave.

The medical skills in this world aren't very good!

Physicians specialize in sword and knife wounds, and in treating diseases, aside from Divine Magic, Druids are more proficient in Herbalism.

Here.

The most common treatment for illness is to tough it out; if you can endure it, you survive; if you can't, there's nothing that can be done. Although priests can cure most diseases, ordinary people simply cannot afford the exorbitant fees. Even kind Deity priests will not heal and help others without expecting anything in return, because there are too many people suffering in this world for them to help.

"Take me to see this!"

Soren was quite concerned about these Slave. They were his main source of Slave for overseas expansion, and if they all contracted diseases at sea and died, it would be a real problem. As soon as he finished speaking, a sailor bowed and led him down to the ship's cabin, where the Slave were kept. As soon as Soren entered the cabin, he was hit by a pungent stench, which made him frown slightly. Then he saw a large group of Slave crammed into cages, their sleeping areas covered in their own excrement, making the whole place reek.

Their living conditions as Slave must have been terrible, so it's no wonder that some of them got sick.

"Your Mightiness!"

The supervisor who was handling the matter immediately bowed respectfully upon seeing Soren, then nudged his subordinate with his foot and said with a forced smile, "I'm so sorry to have disturbed you, Your Excellency! I deserve to die!..."

"However, one of the Slave here has contracted a plague. I'm worried he might infect others. I originally planned to throw him into the sea, but another Slave said his disease isn't contagious. This lowly fellow is fiercely protecting him and won't let us pass, so in the end I had to teach them a lesson. Now that you've come, I'd like to ask you how you intend to deal with them."

These Slave were all Soren's property.

The supervisor in front of him was merely helping him transport the goods; he was a Chamber of Commerce leader trying to curry favor with him. Therefore, upon seeing Soren, he intended to inquire about how to deal with the two Slave.

"No!..."

A rather robust-looking male Slave, who appeared to have some North ancestry, raised his head and pleaded in a voice tinged with dialect, "Your Excellency!... My brother doesn't have the Plague!... He's just a little unwell!... He absolutely won't infect anyone else!... I took care of him for three days before we boarded the ship!... It just wasn't as serious then!... Look, I'm perfectly fine now!... He won't infect anyone else!... Please don't throw him into the sea!...!"

Bang bang bang!

The male Slave, who appeared to be from the North, quickly kowtowed, blood soon appearing on his forehead. However, he still tightly protected a young man beside him with his arm, seemingly afraid they would take him away and throw him into the sea. There were practically no doctors at sea. At most, there might be someone with only a rudimentary Heal background, and treatments for such illnesses were extremely limited. Often, when people encountered disease at sea, they could only receive rudimentary treatment and then rely on their own constitution to tough it out.

Regarding everything before my eyes.

Soren showed no pity. He wasn't one for overflowing compassion. He glanced indifferently at the North Slave before him, then gestured for someone to pry him apart. The Slave seemed somewhat afraid of Soren, but still clung tightly to the young man beside him. Soren glanced at him briefly and saw the young man he was holding, who appeared to be unconscious. The young Slave's face was extremely pale, almost devoid of color, his breathing was very weak, his lips were a sickly bright red, he seemed to have a high fever, and his skin had an unnatural dark bluish tinge.

"Take off his clothes."

Soren frowned as he looked at it, then gave instructions to the others.

The two sailors hesitated for a moment, then cautiously approached. The Slave seemed to try to stop them, but was immediately kicked to the ground. They then stripped the sick Slave of his clothes. Upon removing his clothes, they were horrified and took several steps back. On the Slave's back were more than a dozen small, fingernail-sized abscesses, some of which were already rotten, revealing dark yellow pus inside. There were other small abscesses on his body, though not as noticeable as those on his back.

"Mang Plague?!"

The supervisor jumped back in fright, taking five or six steps before stopping, his face pale, and shouted, "Throw him down immediately! Send someone to get Lime! Sprinkle Lime all over this place right now!..."

"Hurry up!... What are you waiting for!... Hurry up and throw that guy!... No, no, no!... Throw both of them into the sea!"

The manager seemed terrified.

After a while, he remembered that Soren was also there, and quickly bowed and wiped away his cold sweat, saying, "Your Excellency! That Slave seems to have the Mang Plague!... A terrible Plague disease!... This disease is contagious!... Unless a priest uses Divine Magic, ordinary medicine simply cannot cure it!... After contracting this disease, the whole body will rot away, and the death will be a truly gruesome sight!..."

His words made the nearby sailors nervous, and they all turned their gazes toward Soren.

It seems they are waiting for his command.

On the other side.

Vivian's petite figure emerged from the cabin. She wore a snow-white princess dress, rubbed her eyes with her small hand, then stretched lazily and asked the Red-Haired Female Pirate beside her, "Where's my brother? Why isn't he here?"

"On which ship are you, sir?" Adele asked, leaning slightly forward.

As the top pirate Boss under Soren, she naturally knew the young girl's status in Soren's heart, and even the other pirate leaders knew that she was very important in Throat Cutter's eyes. Therefore, no one dared to neglect her, not to mention that when Vivian occasionally cast Spell, they felt that she was unfathomable.

"Is it over there?"

The little girl looked up at the sun, then tied her hair up. Her lips moved slightly, and her small body flew up, landing directly on the deck of the cargo ship opposite.

At this time.

She happened to hear cries and pleas coming from below the cabin. (To be continued~^~)