Chapter 119 Suppressing the Unrest

"Brother, your dick is so big." A short dwarf exclaimed in a flattering manner. He crouched, his light steps subconsciously stepped in the shadow of the oil lamp, and said to Raven with a smile, his palms Sneaking towards the sword placed by the warrior.

Snapped! Raven's legs were spread wide and he was sitting on a wooden chair that made strange creaking noises. He held down the cards with one hand and quickly reached out with his right hand like lightning to grab his weapon. He squinted his eyes and glanced at the little thief beside him with a cold gaze.

The dwarf shuddered under Raven's gaze, curled up his neck and huffed.

"I...I just want to see, man, don't be so stingy!"

"Yes, yes, we are all brothers on the same ship, just give him a look." The two sailors across the table agreed, with smiles on their faces, but their clever eyes were staring straight at Raven.

The sailor silently approached and formed a circle around Raven. The dangerous atmosphere in the room was growing under the dim light and was about to explode.

Raven put down the cards, rested his palms on the edge of the table, released his sword grip, and sighed.

The thugs have lifted the veil of kindness and are enjoying themselves in their intimidation.

Raven said indifferently: "Holding the sword is just my habitual action."

"To deal with you, I don't need to touch it at all."

Raven immediately overturned the table, stood up, hooked his back foot, picked up the chair and rolled it over the head of the thug on the left with one hand. Exploding sawdust exploded above the man's head. The soldier didn't pay attention to the wailing sound and pounced on the man on the right like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. The Leiwen man was tall and powerful. He blocked the enemy's fist with his right arm, made a fist with his left hand, and slammed it into the attacker's side armpit.

The man's right arm jerked violently, and the severe pain completely incapacitated the attacker.

Raven stared at the other person whose head was shot, and found that he had overestimated his ability to resist the blow. He covered his head, blood seeping from the gaps in his palms, and his ferocious eyes flinched under the warrior's rapid attack.

It seems that one is missing.

Raven looked back at the dwarf who had grabbed the sword, and happened to see the man holding the hilt and pulling out his own sword. Perhaps because Raven's attack disrupted his plan, the dwarf didn't realize that Raven's sword was too big for him. The panicked thief didn't notice this at all and just tried to pull the sword out of its sheath.

The slender sharp blade made a snapping sound when it was unsheathed, and with a clang, several spikes protruded from the dark hilt, piercing the dwarf's palm. He immediately screamed, dropped the bloody sword, and retreated into the corner holding his hands.

Raven expected such a result. He approached under the fearful gaze of the dwarf, bent down, grabbed the spiked hilt, and completely pulled out the vicious weapon. His palms were also cut by the spikes, but Raven's face showed no signs of wavering. He has long been accustomed to this kind of injury, and there is even a look of nostalgia in his eyebrows for the pain.

"Adrak's sword of thorns sees blood before seeing the edge."

Blood flowed down the blade of the sword from the pricked palm, and the pain-suppressing neurotoxin smeared on the spikes was activating Raven's body into a senseless killing machine.

Dragging the long sword, Raven pushed open the cabin door, looked back for the last time, and left a cold warning.

"If you don't want to die, just stay still. We won't kill everyone."

“Someone has to stay and sail the boat.”

Raven walked into the shadow of the dispute. In this small, narrow and dark room, no one would doubt his words.

Raven rushed towards the center of the turmoil, his heartbeat speeding up, but his injured palm seemed to have unrivaled power. This feeling of satisfaction reminded him of many years gone by. Raven wasn't keen on killing, but there was no denying that he was good at it.

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The man whose throat was slit fell down weakly. Vivian frowned and looked at the carpet under her feet that was stained by a pool of blood. She clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction and used her sword to cut off a small piece of carving on the gold thread carpet. She showed a gentle smile, unfolded the cut fabric on the table, supported her chin with one hand, and admired the small piece of beautiful pattern.

"it's beautiful."

Vivian stepped over the corpse. The two fools who had offended her fell like a fat mountain of meat. She heard the movement outside the door, and the collision of weapons played a beautiful drum beat in her ears. Wei An started dancing with some excitement.

Flying severed limbs, splashing blood and painful screams, Vivian hugged her arms, her body trembled, and a passionate blush appeared on her face.

"It's another dance, they're inviting me..."

Vivian tidied her clothes, wiped the blood on the dagger with the corpse's shirt, and opened the door.

She stepped gracefully into the dark corridor, her long flowing hair rubbing the shadows, and her glowing eyes filled with a strong bloody color.

"I am coming."

The chuckle echoed in the closed space, and the lurkers in the dark stepped into stealth mode when they heard the laughter.

Unfortunately, this doesn't help.

Vivian's voice was still far away, and her lithe body was like a disembodied shadow, floating around the lurker, only stimulating a slight wind pressure, like a fatal kiss.

The pupils of the attackers were widened, and their perception of danger was slower than that of Barnes. As a result, their blood vessels were torn open, blood flowed profusely, and they let out feeble whimpering.

The sound of landing one after another chilled the assassin's heart. The hider in the distance could no longer hold back. He raised the hidden short bow in his hand and blindly shot arrows at the approximate location he had imagined in his mind.

Do! The arrow pierced the wall and made a terrible sound, but the excited Vivian did not give him a second chance.

Vivian walked out of the cabin and stepped onto the stairs leading to the deck. She counted the people who fell on the steps, and was a little surprised that there were so many people on the ship.

A pungent smell of blood completely covered the sea breeze, and the sound of fighting had died down. Vivian swept it casually, and found that the people lying on the deck had formed a small circle, with Raven standing in the center.

Vivian's dark vision not only observed the calm posture of her companions, she also noticed that the marks on the slave warrior's face seemed to be alive. The dark marks penetrated into the skin, expanded and merged into the capillaries on Raven's face.

As for the other people around who were scared away, they seemed to be facing a ferocious sea beast. The weapons in their hands were pointed diagonally downward, as if showing any hostility would lead to dire consequences.

There are enough people, Raven thought as he looked around, and the ship can still sail normally, if his companions are more restrained.

With a thought, Raven moved his sword to his shoulder at an extremely fast speed, tilted his body, and used the slender blade to block the attack from behind. Raven took advantage of the situation and swept across, looking diagonally upward at Vivian Ordiz who was forced to retreat. The face with the expanded mark looked ferocious and evil, and the cold gaze was even more chilling.

"Are you not crazy?" Vivian tilted her head slightly.

"Those should be my words." Raven replied calmly.

"I've seen that kind of curse mark. Its prototype is a frenzied war mark that consumes sanity and enhances combat effectiveness. Usually, it should be difficult to stay awake when a curse mark occurs."

Raven responded disdainfully.

"I'm much more sensible than you think."