Bang.
Gunshots rang out without pause. A figure darted through the arena, firing continuously, his mastery of the Six Powers' Soru reaching an exquisite level. Nearly every gunshot was followed by someone's muffled groan.
Though none of the shots struck vital areas, being able to hit people with a standard-issue Navy flintlock while moving at such extreme speed already showed just how terrifying Brice was at intercepting targets.
With a sideways twist, Brice activated Soru and weaved ghostlike through the people lunging at him, his footwork elusive and nimble.
"You bunch of trash! He's alone! Pile on him together! Use anyone who can't move as human shields to block the bullets!" Orlande roared, and everyone in the arena froze at his words.
Use those who couldn't move as human shields?
Wouldn't that mean...
Quite a few pirates who had been shot in the legs and fallen to the ground turned pale. Staggering to their feet, they charged at Brice with savage expressions.
They didn't want to die!!
They knew that, under such an order... their companions would be more than willing to carry it out!!
Brice frowned, yet there was not the slightest surprise in his one exposed eye. He understood the man giving the orders. Such ruthless methods were entirely unsurprising coming from him.
He was... a devil, someone who took killing as his pleasure.
Brice shifted his footing and swept his gaze toward Bertrand, who was tied up from head to toe behind the crowd. A sharp glint flashed through his eye.
His single foot stomped the ground more than a dozen times in an instant, following a peculiar rhythm, and his body shot forward. During half a year at the recruit camp, he had learned only Soru among the Six Powers, because Brice had always considered himself