Your Purity Is Far Too Low

So Will didn't immediately ask anything. He simply stepped forward, walking between the two girls, and said:

"Stay here. Don't move."

"Once I've dealt with the ones chasing you, I'll ask you some questions."

The two girls snapped back to their senses at his words. They scrambled to their feet and looked warily at the tall, sturdy figure before them.

From what he said, it seemed he knew people were pursuing them.

Yet he hadn't laid a hand on them.

So this man, who looked terrifyingly strong, probably wasn't with the group behind them.

But their first impression of him had been far too intense.

So they didn't dare let their guard down completely, nor did they dare turn and run.

After all, if he could appear before them so suddenly, he could surely catch up before they got far.

In the end, they exchanged a glance and silently agreed to stay put for now, waiting for the right moment.

Just then, Will suddenly stopped walking. His gaze fixed ahead, as if waiting for something.

The next moment.

From the jungle not far ahead of the three.

Eight men burst out, all looking vicious and menacing.

Seeing their typical pirate attire, a satisfied gleam appeared in Will's eyes.

"Not bad, not bad. Now this is what pirates should look like."

These vicious pirates, armed with all kinds of weapons, also noticed Will standing in front of the two women as they emerged.

Their originally arrogant expressions shifted.

Just from his height and build, they could tell this guy wasn't simple.

But years of plundering and killing on the high seas had taught them to recover quickly.

Plus, their captain—fearsomely strong—was heading this way.

The eight pirates felt their courage swell. They raised their weapons and strode forward.

The leader, a pirate with a tattooed face, pointed his blade at Will and barked in a harsh voice:

"Who the hell are you?! One of these women's companions?!"

"You dare mess with our boss, Treasure? Kid, I think you're—"

Shave!

But before he could finish, Will—who had been standing still with his hands in his pockets—suddenly vanished from where he stood.

The next instant.

The tattooed pirate found his vision blocked.

A massive shadow loomed over him, cutting off all the sunlight ahead.

Bam—!

Before he could even process it, a violent surge of pain flooded his mind!

His eyes rolled back as he lost consciousness, and his body flew backward.

The flying tattooed pirate slammed precisely into the four men behind him, sending them all tumbling.

The five of them sprawled across the ground, blood trickling from their mouths, eyes white, unmoving.

Will slowly withdrew his right hand, his gaze flat as he looked down at the remaining pirates. He didn't rush to attack.

One pirate, standing closest to Will, saw this and his face twisted in shock.

"Damn it..."

Then his scarred visage contorted with rage.

He raised a sharp blade and swung it at Will's waist.

"Die!"

Clang—!

But that strike—which he'd thought would land—was stopped cold before it could get close. Will caught it between two fingers.

"What?! How is that possible?!"

The scarred pirate's face filled with disbelief, his eyes wide with shock.

He grabbed the hilt with both hands and tried to pull the blade back.

But the blade didn't budge, as if welded to those two fingers.

Will stared expressionlessly at the sweating, panicked pirate, then slowly tightened his grip.

Bang--!

With a crisp sound, the blade snapped cleanly in two, the tip falling straight down with gravity and stabbing into the ground.

The scarred pirate, carried by momentum, stumbled back two steps.

He nearly crashed to the ground.

Barely steadying himself, he had no time to react.

Will had already taken a step forward, appearing right before him.

Then.

A blur too fast for the ordinary eye to track swept between the two.

Boom--!

A dull air blast erupted!

The scarred pirate's eyes instantly bulged, bloodshot, his entire body lifted off the ground, even the fabric on his back tearing apart.

Pain--!

Too painful--!!

The searing agony flooded his mind, overwhelming it with the single, intense thought of pain!

Then his eyes rolled back, consciousness slipping away entirely. He dropped, knees bending to the ground, head hanging low in peaceful eternal slumber.

"Ah--!! A monster!!"

The two remaining pirates on the right, witnessing this horrifying scene, lost all courage. Shrieking in panic, they turned and fled.

Shave!

But before they could run more than a few steps, Will had vanished from his spot, reappearing behind them.

He spread his arms, palms gripping both pirates' heads, then slammed them together with force!

Their skulls collided instantly.

Thud--!

With the violent impact, the pirates' teeth shattered and flew out, eyes bulging and bloodshot, mouths overflowing with blood.

From the front, their faces looked as if pressed together by a hydraulic press.

"Your purity... is far too low."

After finishing them off, Will released his hands with a hint of disappointment.

The two pirates slumped like mud, face to face, sliding down to lie still on the ground without a sound.

"Huh?!"

The two young women behind him, watching Will dispatch these eight pirates so cleanly—almost effortlessly—couldn't help but gasp in unison.

Hearing the exclamation behind him, Will slowly turned to face them.

The orange-haired girl was still in shock, but the purple-haired one had already calmed down first.

Seeing his overwhelming strength, she realized he might be their hope for escape from pursuit.

Her eyes flickered as a plan formed.

She quickly stepped forward, her voice tinged with feigned weakness and urgency:

"Thank you for saving us sisters."

"But be careful—these pirates are just underlings of that man."

"The one truly chasing us is their captain, Treasure. His strength is terrifying."

"Now that you've dealt with his men, he won't let you off."

Will raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of anticipation in his tone:

"You mean to say, the one leading the chase against you... is strong?"