The First Magic World War-Chapter 280 - : 273, Eleventh Order vs Fourth Order

Chapter 280: 273, Eleventh Order vs Fourth Order

The Black Seahorse was caught off guard and actually got caught by Charles. As he was suspended in mid-air, he cursed loudly, “Brat, I will make you die a miserable death, enduring endless torture…”

He was not worried about being in danger. Although the walls of Saint Michael City were high, the sea was below, and as a Fourth Order Transcendent, he was confident he could easily escape the predicament.

The Black Seahorse, along with Charles, fell into the water. The impact from leaping off the city head caused both to sink quite deep into the sea. The pirate leader could no longer curse out loud and thought bitterly, “Once I get back to the city, I’ll throw you into the dungeon and use all sorts of cruel torture to make this Bear Person realize what true cruelty is.”

“You think just because you’ve ascended to a Transcendent, you can be respected on St. Michael Island?”

“I must tell you, a First Rank Transcendent is nothing.”

The Black Seahorse was about to use his abilities to resurface when he took a heavy blow in the abdomen.

The force of the blow was not great, but it was extremely cunning, as if a high-velocity bullet had penetrated his Protective Battle Qi, causing all his energy to disperse.

After plunging into the sea, Charles returned to his human form, struck with one blow, and without sparing another glance, he used the Beast God Shapeshifting Art to transform back into a young Hunchback Red Bear and emerged from the water.

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When Charles reversed Bloody Glory and channeled it into Stellar Battle Qi, he reached as high as the eleventh order, just a step away from becoming a High-Level Transcendent.

Since his arrival, he had always been fighting with opponents who were many levels higher than himself. It would be too unworthy of his time if he couldn’t kill a Lower-Ranked Transcendent with one strike on the rare occasion that he faced one, wouldn’t it?

As Charles surfaced, the essence of life in the Black Seahorse’s body suddenly contracted, converging into one point, making him look as terrifying as a skeleton. In the next second, this concentrated life essence suddenly exploded, shattering the Black Seahorse into pieces, yet eerily, not a single drop of blood was to be found.

This was a Special Ability stemming from Stellar Battle Qi — Dark Corrosion!

Charles usually fought against opponents who were ranks above him, so the might of this Secret Technique was not apparent, as his adversaries were either exceptional geniuses or powerful figures who could withstand the Secret Technique, Dark Corrosion. However, Dark Corrosion was one of the secret techniques of one of the three emperors of the Blood Clan, the Asiluo Clan, and its bizarre and overbearing nature was undoubtedly revealed when faced with a mere Fourth Order pirate.

Charles shouted excitedly on the sea’s surface, and soon a rope was lowered by his subordinates, pulling him back up.

The Black Seahorse’s subordinates waited on the city head for a long time but never saw their leader come up.

The group of pirates looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

The Black Seahorse could toy with Charles because the Black Seahorse was a Fourth Order Transcendent. But there was no second Transcendent among the Black Seahorse’s subordinates. How could they dare to swear at Charles, a Transcendent, or even blame him?

Pirate groups only respect personal strength; who cares about your status?

Even if these pirates were formal pirates, they wouldn’t dare to blame Charles.

As time passed and the Black Seahorse still didn’t resurface, the pirates grew increasingly alarmed, sensing that their leader was done for.

Charles took the towel handed to him by a subordinate, causally wiped the seawater from his face, and with a naive smile, said, “Do you want to follow me from now on?”

The full-time pirates glanced at each other a few times and silently followed in Charles’s footsteps. This was a pirate group where no rules applied—strength ruled supreme. Without a powerful leader to protect them, they couldn’t maintain their status; they might turn into lowly pirates responsible for menial tasks in the blink of an eye. Although Charles might not be an ideal leader to side with, these pirates didn’t really have much choice.

Charles took this group of pirates and his original followers on a patrol, swaggering around, and then went back to the inner city without showing any fear.

There were simply too many members of the Golden Goat Pirate Group, more than the population of a common small city, and few pirates had any kind of management talent, so everything was fairly chaotic. The lowly pirates doing menial tasks formed cliques, and hardly anyone cared about them. The full-time pirates were slightly better off but not by much.

After replacing Black Seahorse, Charles took over his residence and his patrol duties. Initially, he was somewhat anxious but soon found out that no one cared, and nobody even asked him, “Where did Black Seahorse go?”

Charles had lived in a peaceful era and, due to his age, had never witnessed so-called underworld societies, mafias, gangs, clubs, or fraternities. Therefore, he truly couldn’t understand how killing the leader simply allowed one to take over another’s power—what kind of social state was that?

However, Charles quickly adapted to his new identity and his new “job,” and began the usual “troop enhancement.”

The part of the city wall patrolled by Black Seahorse had about ten sections, each overseen by a group of pirates accompanied by slaves, varying from several hundreds to a hundred or so.

Charles didn’t interfere with these small pirate groups since the pirates were unruly and hard to tame. Instead, he picked out two to three hundred slaves from among them, expanding his direct troop to over five hundred.

The lives of these slaves were bleak and hopeless. Most were grateful and considered in debt to him for their rescue, proving far more loyal than the pirates.

Among these rescued slaves, Charles chose the strongest dozen and taught each of them the Beast God Shapeshifting Art, specifically the Hunchback Red Bear Warrior transformation.

Only a small part of the slaves were Beastmen; most of the slaves trafficked on Saint Michael Island were human. Although the slaves taught the Secret Technique couldn’t elevate to Transcendents in such a short period and only gained a bit of strength, learning the Transformation Technique naturally made them feel a kinship with the young bear men, as if they had met someone from their hometown.

As for the leaking of the Secret Technique, Charles wasn’t worried at all.

First, he only chose to secretly teach slaves who didn’t know anyone on Saint Michael Island and were oppressed, making them closer to him.

Second, he was taking a risk and didn’t care much anyway; he believed that as long as he showed enough strength, everyone would choose “loyalty.”

Charles’s rapid rise among the pirates soon caught the attention of the higher-ups.

One of the ten great captains of the Golden Goat Pirate Group, nicknamed Deep Sea Squid, who commanded three ships, suddenly singled out Charles to accompany him in welcoming the flagship of the Golden Goat fleet.

Charles had no clue why he was singled out, but he took his followers to the port anyway.

Deep Sea Squid was one of the higher-ups in Saint Michael.

Apart from the captain, the Golden Goat Pirate Group had five vice-captains and then the ten great captains, each commanding over a thousand subordinates and owning at least three ships.

One of the pirate leaders Charles had dispatched before was one of the ten great captains of the Golden Goat Pirate Group.

So, Menilman said he was “quite famous” on Saint Michael Island.

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