Hisoka's Bad Luck

Six heavily armored knights stood in a line behind Jack, an imposing sight. The armor, each suit weighing at least a hundred pounds, had no effect whatsoever on the Walking Corpses, as if ordinary people were merely wearing rattan armor.

Without instinctive restraints, the strength their muscles could unleash was terrifying. Carrying a hundred pounds was nothing.

Mad Beast Barto and the others narrowed their eyes at the heavily armored knights behind Jack. In a cold-weapons battle, armored and unarmored fighters were entirely different concepts.

Even a heavily armored soldier who knew none of the various killing techniques could handle ten or twenty unarmored soldiers at once, as long as no one pinned him down and killed him through the gaps in his armor, until his stamina ran out.

But Walking Corpses had no concerns about stamina. The only issue was joint wear, and that required prolonged movement to become a problem, so there was no need to worry about it at all.

Jack himself was a master of close combat. The heavily armored Walking Corpses under his fine control were practically six walking humanoid tanks.

If Yang Mu had possessed these conditions back then, he would not have spent ten days making Armed Skeletons. He could have simply strengthened the skeletons and put them in heavy armor.

But that did not mean armored Walking Corpses were truly stronger than Armed Skeletons. As long as a Necromancer was willing, Armed Skeletons could be strengthened continuously until they rivaled Second-Order Undead, at which point they would reach their limit.

Once their skeletal armaments reached the undead level corresponding to an Advanced Undead Apprentice, their hardness already surpassed steel.

However, ordinary Necromancers would not do this, because it consumed too much time and required far too many bones. The cost was not worth it.

Only undead Apprentices with insufficient talent, or those whose spell models were unstable and thus could never break through to become Official Mages, would do this to enhance their own strength.

"Mad Beast, Michelle, you deal with Jack and that Higgs. I'll see just how mysterious that mysterious captain really is."

As Bladesmith Xiso spoke, he strode toward Yang Mu. Mad Beast Barto and Gunner Michelle silently accepted his proposal. Compared with Bladesmith Xiso's abilities, theirs were clearly better suited to dealing with Jack's heavily armored Walking Corpses and Higgs, whose defense was just as formidable.

"Boss Jack, that's not fair. I found those suits of armor, yet you didn't leave even one for me."

"Heh. What use would one be to you? Have you learned Zombie Reanimation yet? You've got all that Spiritual Power and don't know how to use it, yet you have the nerve to complain."

Hurry up and finish them off. If the captain gets angry later, just wait for your beating.

As they spoke, Jack had already controlled six heavily armored Walking Corpses to charge forward. Higgs did not dare delay and rushed out after them.

When Jack saw Marshall pull out a blunderbuss-shaped pistol and point it at him, he immediately controlled one heavily armored Walking Corpse to stand in front of him.

Boom! After the explosive blast came another click. A hole had been punched through the chest of the heavily armored Walking Corpse before Jack, while a crimson bullet was embedded in his Bone Shield.

Jack understood Marshall's ability—or rather, the power of the Viper in his hand.

"His firing interval is three seconds. Charge him and kill him."

Jack spoke to Higgs as he led the remaining five heavily armored Walking Corpses to block Barto's path.

Barto had already transformed into a giant bear, though not a true bear. He looked more like a Bearman and could easily walk upright.

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Standing upright, he was over three meters tall. His thick fur, muscles, and layer of fat provided excellent protection.

If Jack's controlled Walking Corpses slashed at him, they could only barely cut through his fur, though stabbing attacks worked rather well.

But Barto was not a wooden target who would let Jack's Walking Corpses hack away at him. His strength was terrifying. Even Walking Corpses would become unable to move after repeated attacks due to broken bones and other damage, rendering them completely useless.

Jack did not dare let the heavily armored Walking Corpses clash with him head-on. Instead, they circled around him. The two sides probed each other. Barto wanted to seize Jack and kill him; once Jack was dead, those Walking Corpses would naturally pose no threat.

Jack, meanwhile, sought an opportunity for a one-hit kill. Though Barto's fur and fat were thick, they were not without weak points. If he caught the right chance, he could still kill him—such as by attacking the groin, facial features, and other vulnerable areas.

On the other side, the battle between Higgs and Marshall was much more interesting. The two were like children playing hide-and-seek.

Whenever Marshall fired a shot, he would immediately begin fleeing desperately. For the next three seconds, all he wanted was to stay alive.

After three seconds passed, he would rise again and point his gun at the constantly dodging Higgs. Yet he did not dare fire, only using the weapon in his hand to intimidate Higgs.

Higgs did not dare get too close either. Otherwise, even he would be unable to avoid the other man's shots. That gun was simply too powerful.

There was still blood on his chest, and his left arm was broken. These were the injuries he had sustained when he had tried to use an iron plate to block a bullet and rush Marshall.

Although Marshall himself was merely an ordinary person, he was exceptionally cautious. Whenever Higgs made any move to charge him, he would fire and immediately flee.

Sometimes, he even deliberately tried to lure Higgs in. But having witnessed the gun's power, Higgs did not recklessly advance. He merely kept throwing old wood broken off the sunken ship from a distance.

Relying on his tremendous strength to trade attacks with the other side, it was like playing a shooting game.

As both sides fought fiercely, Yang Mu looked at Xiso approaching him and smiled.

"I heard your ability is to turn iron into darts and shoot them out. You seem to think my defenses are the weakest, which makes me the easiest target."

Xiso said nothing. He merely watched Yang Mu cautiously. Yang Mu was right—he did think Yang Mu's defenses were weak, making him the most suitable target, but he had never thought Yang Mu would be easy to deal with.

Both the rumors of his mystery and his current attitude indicated that he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Have you considered why others call me a dark Wizard? Who do you think taught Jack how to control corpses? Oh, sorry, I forgot. Most of you obtained your abilities through chance, so you have no concept of learning."

"But it's fine. You'll find out soon enough."

With that, Yang Mu raised the cane in his hand and tapped it against the ground.

Boom! With a thunderous crash, a fat figure gleaming with metallic luster fell from the sky. The ground within an eight-meter radius around him surged, and the floor, originally built from wrecked ships, collapsed into a huge pit.

Xiso was blasted directly into the air, spitting a mouthful of blood all over his face and head.

The transparent protective barrier around Yang Mu, who stood not far from him, did not vanish. It absorbed all the shockwaves, and not even the corner of Yang Mu's clothes stirred.

By the time Barrel, who had become the Steel-Bone Tyrant, carried him before Yang Mu, Xiso was already barely breathing.

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