Ye Chen slashed, and a Mast in the distance snapped in two. It came crashing down like a collapsing mountain.
The ship lurched and rocked violently. A huge wave rose from the sea, sending spray everywhere, and the hull began to tilt uncontrollably Xiang Zuo.
Ye Chen smiled and lunged at Strawberry again. Strawberry paid no mind to the fallen Mast. Even against all three of them, he was confident he could handle himself.
Ye Chen flashed behind Strawberry and slashed. Strawberry hastily raised his sword to block, but Ye Chen slipped around behind him again.
Ye Chen's footwork looked erratic. He swayed like a willow in the wind, or a drunk stumbling about, yet he moved faster and faster. He stayed close to Strawberry, never retreating far, while his Twin Swords struck without mercy, now chopping, now thrusting. His moves were strange and vicious.
"What kind of footwork is that?" Strawberry asked, eyes widening.
Ye Chen darted about. His steps looked chaotic, but there was something uncanny about them. He swayed like a weighted doll that always righted itself: no matter how violently he moved, his balance stayed rock steady. Strawberry had no choice but to take him seriously.
Ye Chen thrust at Strawberry's back. The moment his left-hand sword was blocked, he bent low and pushed off with his toes, slipping past Strawberry like a phantom. Strawberry had barely slashed at Lucci when Ye Chen wheeled around and charged back in.
Suddenly, Ye Chen spread his arms like an eagle and, using the momentum of his descent, brought both Twin Swords down at once.
Strawberry hurriedly raised his right-hand sword over his head. Clang! Metal rang out. Ye Chen flipped backward with the impact, landed lightly, then drove a powerful kick at him.
Ye Chen was a swordsman,