The Sea Death Race is exceptionally fierce.
Participating pirate ships were frequently bombarded and sunk by other participating pirate ships.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
The sound of artillery shells being fired shattered the once calm sea.
Whoosh... whoosh...
boom!!!
The screeching sound of shells rubbing against the air was followed by sudden, violent explosions!
"Ah!!"
As the explosion rang out, screams of agony immediately filled the air...
"Hahaha, well done, guys!" A pirate captain looked at the pirate ship that had been sunk by his cannonballs, his expression excited, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty excitement.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Pirate ships collided frequently, and when they were close together, the pirates would leap onto the enemy ships and fight them, attempting to kill all the enemies.
The sounds of cannon fire, explosions, screams, and cheers echoed through the waters of the Sea Death Race...
Glug glug...
Rumble!!
Giant, ferocious-looking Sea Kings emerged from the calm water.
The Sea Kings moved its enormous eyes, as big as a pirate ship, and looked at the participating pirate ships.
Then it opened its blood-red maw and sucked in fiercely, causing the sea to churn and churn, forming a huge whirlpool with the Sea Kings's mouth, sucking the pirates, ship and crew, into its mouth.
"Quick! Quick! Turn the rudder! Charge out with all your might!!"
"Ah!!! Help!!"
The crew of the pirate ship, as it sailed along, watched themselves being slowly sucked into that bottomless abyss. Their panicked screams echoed across the sea—no, echoed within the gaping maw of the Sea Kings...
Scenes of bloodshed and horror unfolded continuously along the route of the Sea Death Race...
When one-third of the journey of the Sea Death Race has been completed.
Night was approaching...
The number of participating pirate crews has dwindled from about 20 to less than half, now reduced to 10.
Of course, after this perilous adventure, almost all of those who survived were elite pirate crews.
And the four seeded teams are among them.
The pirate crew currently leading the pack is none other than the number one seed team, the Man-Snake Pirates.
The team that followed was not the second seed team, but the fourth seed team, the Chacha Pirates, known for their Sea Speedboat.
Following them is the third seed team, the Scorched Fish Pirates, comprised of the Fish-Man Race Firsa with a bounty of 50 million Beli.
The second seed, " The Gnawing Freak " Berlinger, with a bounty of 64 million Beli, comes after these three pirate crews.
The reason Berlinger came in last was not because he wasn't fast enough, but because...
At this moment, Berlinger was driven by bestial instincts and intended to attack the remaining pirate crews behind him.
At this moment, Borlinger's long tongue drooled in front of his mouth, leaving a foul stench. He looked at the pirate crew behind him with intense hunger in his eyes, waving his arms like a madman, and said...
"Gararara, I'm so hungry! I'm going to eat you all as appetizers first, and then I'll go eat the three main courses. Gararara!"
call out...
Then, Berlinger waved his withered, bony hands with sharp nails, stepped off the ship's deck, and leaped toward the nearest pirate ship.
"Hmph! Sink that bastard for me!" the pirate captain sneered.
A bloody battle has once again unfolded in the Sea Death Race.
Meanwhile, the captains of the three pirate crews ahead coldly watched the carnage behind them, bloodthirsty smiles on their lips. Without stopping to observe, they continued sailing towards their destination.
"Brother, that long-tongued thing is disgusting. I'm going to kill it after the match," said the Man-Snake Pirates.
"Hiss hiss hiss... Little brother, if you hate that thing, after the match, I'll go and turn it into a human stick for you."
"Hiss hiss..."
While the bloody battle was unfolding, other pirate crews, each with their own agendas, were sailing towards their destination.
The lookouts from the Fried Fish, Manta Ray, Chacha Pirates, looking at the scene ahead, all shouted to their captains in unison.
"Captain!! Something's happened!"
There's someone ahead!
Upon hearing this, the hot-tempered Fish-Man Firsa roared in anger.
"There's only one person here, what are you yelling for! Damn it!"
The lookout of the Fried Fish Pirates listened to the captain's angry curses and forced himself to speak.
"Captain! The thing is, that person is standing in mid-air!!"
"Huh? In the air?"
And there it was!
On the sea not far ahead of the three pirate crews.
Standing in mid-air was a young man with a faint smile on his lips.
The boy was Ages.
After discovering Ages, the Fried Fish, Manta Ray, Chacha Pirates ahead did not retreat but continued to advance.
Ages, however, remained motionless, his expression calm, smiling as he watched the three pirate ships approach...
When all three pirate ships approached Ages.
The pirate ship suddenly stopped moving forward, as if blocked by an invisible hand.
"Daman, the captain of the Man-Snake Pirates, spoke in his naturally sarcastic tone."
"Little friend, are you blocking our way?"
The other two pirate captains also inquired about Ages, but their tone was not as friendly as Daman's.
"Firsa the Fish-Man!" he roared in his rough voice.
"Kid, did you do this? Get out of my way!"
"Chacha Pirates, "Chacha said with a cold snort.
"Kid, stop playing tricks on me. If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now."
After the three captains spoke, the crew members echoed their shouts.
At this moment, listening to the words of the pirates below, Ages's expression remained calm. He did not show any anger because of these words. Instead, a smile appeared on his lips as he spoke softly.
"Hehe, why are you all so angry? I just came to invite you to a spectacular performance."
Although Ages spoke softly, his words were clearly heard by every pirate.
Upon hearing this, the three pirate captains all raised their eyebrows.
"A dazzling performance?" Daman asked in confusion.
"Is this some kind of entertainment after the competition? Kid, you'd better perform for me right now," Chacha laughed loudly.
"Then hurry up and perform, don't waste my time," Firsa said impatiently.
Listening to the three captains' words, Ages narrowed his eyes into crescent shapes and smiled.
"The performance will not disappoint you..."
Having said that, Ages flew higher into the sky, drew his katana from his waist, slowly raised it, then swung it down suddenly, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, and said softly.
"The performance begins"
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