Chapter Eleven: Re-creation and Collection

  A deafening battle cry shook every man on board the Plunderer.

  The sound of gunfire had just shaken the sky, and the deck that was boiling like rolling water suddenly fell silent.

  The officers and men of the Plunderer gazed at the young black-haired man with a face full of blood as if they were looking at a monster. In their eyes, a third-level sword fighter was so powerful that he was almost invincible, but a strong third-level sword fighter had actually died at the hands of such an unknown young black-haired man.

  How is this possible?

  Not just them, but also Bal and Nia widened their eyes in surprise.

  Neither Bar nor Nia had thought that Tong Jie could actually face a strong third-level sword fighter and win with one move!

  Fleet Commander Jones was also stunned, muttering in his mouth: "This is impossible... this is absolutely impossible!"

  Barr, who fell on the ship, has made a significant recovery under the treatment of Horen's divine magic, although his internal injuries are difficult to heal and he is not fully restored to combat effectiveness. However, he can now move freely, especially since they are still in danger, Barr being able to stand up again is crucial!

  Just as everyone on the Marauder was intimidated by Tong Jie, Ba Er gave a wink to Nia and William beside him, and they shouted in unison, dashing towards Jones at the helm like lightning.

  The officers and men on the deck were intimidated by Tong Jie, and Captain Jones lost his close protection. When Ba Er, Niya, and William approached simultaneously, Jones was undoubtedly captured on the spot.

  Barr placed the long sword in his hand on Jones' neck and shouted loudly: "Throw down all the weapons in your hands!"

  This roar was like a thunderclap, causing the officers and soldiers to jump in their hearts, and they involuntarily turned their heads to look at their fleet commander Jones.

  Tang Jie's gaze also turned to Jones, as if he would turn into a killing god and start a massacre the moment he uttered a word of continued resistance.

  Jones saw the icy glare, and his whole body shuddered with a chill. He hastily shouted to the officers and men on the deck: "Did you hear what he said? Drop your weapons at once!"

  A clatter on the deck, the officers and soldiers were in disarray, throwing their weapons all over the ground.

  Bar's hand on the hilt of his sword tightened, indicating that Jones should step down from the deck. The officers blocking his way also stared at him, reluctantly making way for him with a hint of resentment.

  As he walked down the deck, he glanced at the magician who had been silent since the fierce battle began, and saw that his sleeve was slightly trembling. Barl smiled faintly and continued walking.

  Jones was brought down by Ball at the helm station, and it wasn't until then, on that dark and rainy night, that Tong Jie got a clear look at his face.

  This person was about average height, with sunken cheeks like a fox, and deep-set eyes that hid a kind of unspeakable gloom and intensity in their terrified gaze. This look was caught by Tang Jie in the flash of lightning on a dark night, making his heart skip a beat, as if he saw a poisonous snake staring at him silently.

  Why do I feel that the prisoner in the dock is not him but me?

  Tang Jie looked at Jones with this gaze, and in his heart, an inexplicable thought suddenly arose.

  The pirates on the Hell's Number, after a fierce battle, were now only seven or eight men in total, and they huddled together, surrounded by the intense gaze of the government soldiers, making them appear even more isolated and weak.

  For these coast defense troops, there was nothing more shameful than having their captain taken away.

  Jones turned pale under the sword of Bar, but when he walked to the bow of the boat, he burst out laughing: "Do you think that catching me will make everything easy? Don't dream! My people will be chasing after you until you are all caught and thrown into prison! Then I'll personally put a noose around your necks and hang you one by one in front of me!"

  He laughed loudly, his voice spreading out into the night sky like a night owl, mixed with the sound of wind and rain, an indescribable gloom.

  "Cut the crap!" Nia's fist landed squarely on Jones' abdomen, doubling him over like a cooked shrimp.

  Tang Jie let out a cold laugh, and suddenly he kicked off the ground, flashing to the side of the main mast of the Sweeper. He tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, and with a fierce stroke, he slashed at the sturdy and hard main mast!

  A sharp dagger, with Tang Jie's strength, swept across the main mast, then Tang Jie turned around and kicked heavily with a powerful side kick, kicking heavily on this sturdy main mast that was no less than hard stone.

  With a loud crash, the officers and men of the Plunderer felt their whole body tremble, the ship under their feet seemed to have been violently struck by someone, followed by a terrible and mournful creaking sound that made them horrified!

  The main mast crashes down!

  The officers and soldiers were shocked, shouting and scattering on the deck like birds and beasts. Some of them couldn't dodge in time and were pressed under their bodies by the tall mainmast, letting out a shrill cry of despair that was sent far away, sounding especially piercing to the ear.

  The main mast of this sea boat has been blown by the wind and sun, and during production, it has undergone repeated polishing by the shipbuilder, its hardness is comparable to that of raw iron.

  If it were in normal times, Tang Jie would have kicked it a hundred times, or even a thousand times, and still wouldn't be able to kick it down.

  At this moment, Ke Tongjie's potential had been brought to the extreme at the critical moment of life and death. The dagger in his hand was a sharp blade that could cut through iron like mud. With one knife and one kick, the main mast of the looter's ship suddenly fell, stunning these discontented soldiers.

  Just as Tong Jie kicked off the mainmast, the remaining surviving pirates had already borrowed from the plunderer's number and swung back to the hellish number.

  "Bar and Nia shouted in unison: 'Tang Jie, come back quickly!'"

  Tang Jie stood at the bow of the ship, on a stormy and rainy night, his figure was like an iron tower, majestic and powerful.

  He coldly smiled and looked at the group of officers and soldiers behind him who had already been completely disheartened by him: "Look, how can you still chase!"

  He had just turned around and grabbed the rope to swing back when he suddenly saw a look of intense terror on Bal and Nia's faces.

  Nina let out a sharp cry: "Don't!"

  Tang Jie was stunned, and before he could even turn his head, he suddenly felt a scorching hot breath rushing towards him from behind. His body shook violently, as if it had been hit by a speeding train, and he flew into the air, spinning around once. In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the helm of the Plunderer's ship, where the fifth-level flame mage was still holding onto the fading red glow of his magic.

  After a glance, Tang Jie's body heavily crashed into the foremast of the Hell's Gate, and the silhouettes of Nia and Bal flew over him in a flurry, his vision went black, and he fainted.

  ……

  Darkness, endless darkness.

  The buzzing sound coming from all around was like a whirlpool, tightly surrounding Tang Jie, like waves, sometimes rising and sometimes falling.

  In this turbulent wave, Tang Jie felt that a fierce flame had ignited around him again, and the surrounding tide surrounded him together.

  The scorching flames licked at Tang Jie's skin, making him feel as if he was being pierced by ten thousand needles, like being placed in a fiery oven, the pain was so unbearable that he'd rather die than live.

  He arched, twisted, and was in such agony that he felt his body would explode.

  In the midst of this scorching pain, Tang Jie vaguely heard someone softly reciting an incantation, and then a pair of icy hands gently placed on his forehead, allowing his body's heat to suddenly find an outlet.

  These hands seemed to have a magical power that gradually alleviated Tang Jie's intense pain and scorching torture, like a gentle spring breeze.

  Immediately afterwards, Tang Jie fell into a deep and profound darkness once again.

  This time, in the darkness, Teng Jie was no longer tormented by pain. He vaguely heard two people standing beside him, speaking in low voices.

  "How is he?"

  "It won't die."

  "What's his story?"

  "I don't know either, but I couldn't sense any aura or magic within him. It's really mysterious how he defeated that third-level sword fighter."

  "I was also shocked, but you have to know that the ocean never lacks miracles."

  "What you said is also right, but have you really made up your mind?"

  "What's decided?"

  "Decided to choose him as your successor?"

  "I had already made up my mind the moment I saw him rushing out of the cabin on the deck! Do you still need to ask?"

  "You're crazy, actually putting your bet on a stranger!"

  "A pirate who doesn't go crazy isn't a good pirate! Moreover, being a pirate is itself a kind of crazy gamble. If you can't make bold bets, then you're doomed to be mediocre! And my vision has always been better than yours, don't you admit it?"

  "I admit it, I certainly admit it! However, they've been following you for so many years, but you gave everything to this stranger. How do you comfort your subordinates?"

  "Hey......"

  The last words were spoken in a low, cold tone, like ice that made Tang Jie's heart skip a beat as he vaguely heard the conversation.

  He wanted to open his eyes to see who was speaking, but the endless darkness surged again, engulfing him and sending him back into a coma.

  In the endless darkness, Tang Jie saw one after another of his relatives and friends passing by him. He stretched out his hand and shouted loudly, wanting to call them, but could only watch as they walked past him, not even able to make them turn their heads to look at him.

  Especially when Tang Jie saw his parents also passing by him, walking towards the unknown and endless darkness, he used all his strength to shout loudly, wanting to rush over and grab his parents, asking them where they were going.

  But when he rushed over, he found that there was an invisible wall in between, separating them into two worlds.

  No matter how loudly Tang Jie shouted, his parents on the other side of the wall couldn't hear a single sound.

  Tang Jie was filled with unprecedented depression and pain in his heart, wanting to let out a loud roar, but suddenly heard a faint voice coming from afar.

  "This is the life you chose, lions shouldn't be caged, you belong here, you belong to this world!"

  Tang Jie suddenly looked up and found a woman in white standing not far in front of him. At first glance, she was as elegant as the Lingpo fairy from the Eastern paradise, but when she smiled, Tang Jie suddenly felt that this woman was full of Western elegance, like the elusive goddess from Western mythology.

  Tang Jie locked eyes with this woman, and in that instant, the sky lost its color and all things fell silent!

  The woman had a fist-sized, heart-shaped blue gemstone pendant on her snow-white chest, set in an exquisitely crafted gold necklace that radiated dazzling light, as if the world had lost all its color, and all the colors of this world were concentrated on this resplendent gem. Tang Jie could no longer hear any other sound, he could only hear this voice full of temptation.

  Tang Jie unconsciously became infatuated, he slowly stood up, stretched out his hand to touch the woman, and touched the gemstone.

  Just as his hand touched the blue gemstone, a crisp and clear sound rang out, and the air around him shook violently, like a turquoise ripple spreading rapidly around the gemstone. Tang Jie was tightly enveloped in this wave, like a small boat, and the woman's figure drifted away, gradually dispersing and disappearing...

  "Don't go! Where am I?! Who are you?!"

  With a loud shout, Tang Jie suddenly sat up.

  Breathing rapidly, forehead covered in fine sweat.

  He opened his eyes wide and found himself wrapped up like a mummy, in a fairly spacious wooden house with furniture all around him, which seemed somewhat familiar.

  When Tang Jie saw Nia staring at him with a crazy look of joy on her face, he suddenly realized: I am in Nia's room.

  "How did I end up here?" Tang Jie forced a smile and tried to struggle out of bed.

  But his body had just moved, and he found that his muscles were sore as if they were being cut by a knife, and the blood vessels inside seemed to be hiding countless sharp needles, stabbing him desperately. Due to his sudden and violent movement just now, his whole body was tightly wrapped in bandages and oozing out threads of fresh blood.

  Tang Jie furrowed his brow and forcibly endured the maddening pain, the blue veins on his forehead bulging out high.

  Nia saw him like this, couldn't bear it in her heart, gently supported him and let him lie flat on the bed, softly saying: "You're in my room, don't move around, your wounds have just started to scab over, you can't get out of bed for several days."

  Tang Jie looked at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman in front of him. Her previous fierce and powerful appearance, like a mother leopard, was still vivid in his mind. But Nia now had a smile on her lips and a gentle gaze looking at him, her attitude having changed by one hundred and eighty degrees, making Tang Jie feel quite unaccustomed to it.

  She wore a tight-fitting leather jacket, her full breasts tightly wrapped in bandages, yet still outlining a beautiful curve. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the sunlight outside the window shone on her long hair, emitting a faint golden glow. Although her skin had been weathered by the sea breeze and sun for years, it was as smooth as silk, with a fine texture like powdered fat.

  Recalling her appearance when fighting, Tang Jie only felt that the jade-like woman in front of him exuded a unique gentle charm that was exclusive to women.

  Niya stood beside the bed, slightly bending down to carefully examine the wounds on Tang Jie's body.

  Nina's tightly wrapped, soft and delicate breasts pressed gently against Tang Jie's body, giving him a sense of firm yet supple touch. The natural pheromones emanating from the woman's body wafted up again, making Tang Jie feel like he was being clawed at by a hundred hands, his heart racing with an unusual sensation.

  He was originally not a decent Liu Xiaohui, and he had been in contact with many girlfriends before. The unusual impact brought by this woman made him inevitably have some wild thoughts in his mind.

  He felt that all the original clothes on his body had been removed, and he was wrapped tightly in bandages everywhere, even the lower part was tightly wrapped like a chest wrap, wanting to expand but having no space.

  Tang Jie cursed himself in his heart, and as soon as he escaped danger, he had such thoughts. This is also a scorpion's feces, the only one under the sky (poisonous). No wonder before crossing over, those friends of his called him a cuckold.

  Niya leaned in extremely close to Tang Jie, but unlike him, she didn't have any ulterior motives. She was simply looking at him with extreme concern: "You focus on recovering from your injuries and don't think too much about it. They won't be able to catch up to us anymore."

  The originally heroic woman became gentle as a lily, Tang Jie was somewhat unable to react, he muttered: "The injuries on my body?"

  Nia smiled slightly: "After you were hit by that magician's fireball technique, we all thought you wouldn't make it..."

  Tang Jie suddenly remembered the time he was ambushed by that magician on the Plunderer, and couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. He thought about how he had been hit by that fireball technique and his body had flown out like a cannonball, only to crash into the mast of the Hell's Flagship. If it hadn't been for that obstruction, he would have probably fallen into the sea and become shark bait.

  At that time, he was brave and powerful, but it was because he had already put life and death outside of his consideration. Now that he had survived, when he thought back to the situation at the time, Tang Jie's face couldn't help but turn pale, and he felt a lingering fear in his heart.

  Niya stared intently at Tang Jie, but she only thought it was a symptom of excessive blood loss in humans and didn't notice his post-traumatic fear.

  In her eyes, this dark-haired mysterious young man was probably the craziest and bravest man she had ever met.

  He didn't have a single bit of aura or magic, yet he dared to fight bare-handed against a powerful third-class swordsman and won in one battle, pulling the entire pirate ship back from the brink of death.

  Every time Nia saw Tangie unconscious and asleep due to injury, she felt that there was a mysterious aura surrounding this black-haired young man, hazy like a halo.

  Nina would never take Tangie as a spy again. If he was a spy, then he must be the top-notch spy in the world.

  But is there anyone who would sacrifice their life to save them?

  Niya gazed dazedly at Tang Jie's face, and of course she remembered the scene where she was severely injured by a third-level sword fighter's aura and fell into his arms, vomiting blood.

  He charged out like a fearless knight, and then under the gaze of everyone, he defeated this powerful and terrifying opponent!

  Is he doing this for me?

  Nia had turned this idea over more than once.

  Her eyes sparkled, and her autumn waves flowed again, falling on Tang Jie's black pupils.

  Why is his hair black? Why are his eyes also black?

  As profound as the starry sky, as vast as the ocean.

  All-powerful and all-knowing sea god Thira, can you tell me who he is?