The cabin section of the Corsair was refitted, and many rooms were added to the forced isolation to accommodate as many pirates as possible.

So the aisle in the middle is very narrow. So two people are almost face-to-face with little room for manoeuvre. To put it simply, if you don't kill the other party, it will be impossible to move forward at all.

The man opposite was holding a pistol in his hand, but it was hanging from his hand with the muzzle of the gun pointed to the ground. Vermilion had a rifle in her hand, but like most warlocks, she didn't care about such long-range weapons. So although the bullets in the rifle had long been exhausted at this time, she had no intention of changing the magazine.

The two men looked at each other.

There was no movement behind the strange man, and it was clear that the pirates had been cleaned up. Of course, for these pirates, the Moon Warlock will never care too much. It's originally cannon fodder that you throw away after use, and it's similar to disposable tableware.

However, there are many pirates. Even a warlock understands that within the same race, even if it is a particularly powerful individual, it is almost a miracle to destroy dozens of people of the same kind. Although this man did not feel a trace of magic on his body, it was clear that he was not an ordinary person.

Warlocks already knew that supernatural abilities existed on Earth. It's just that the number of superpowers on Earth seems to be too small, and they lack a stable inheritance, so their power is not enough to fight the entire society (which is the opposite of the warlocks). So they "hid" themselves, hiding themselves among the general population, and only by chance would they show their scales and half-claws.

There may have been a sudden gust of wind outside, causing the boat to sway in the wind, and the overhead lights flickering on and off, while the two men froze for a moment, both motionless.

It was as if an invisible string was slowly taut, and the air was so murderous that it was almost dripping.

Is there another system of supernatural powers...... Interesting!

It's rare, but it's a reality. Magic is not a unique power. But magic also has obvious benefits, and it can work in all worlds, including the Aetheric Sea. The rules of the world may suppress magic, but it never erases it. In other words, the warlock will not be able to exert his full strength at most, and will not completely lose his strength.

"Who are you?" Eventually, Vermilion asked first.

"Before you ask someone, you have to introduce yourself, right?"

That's right...... Well, my name is Vermilion, and that's the name for the time being. is a Stygian Warlock...... Warlock, you know, right?" to be able to mingle with Amber, I'm sure they already know something about the Warlock's situation. Now that you know it, let's say it generously.

Through the metal helmet, it was difficult to see the other person's face, so even the warlock could not see the trace of confusion that flashed in the other's eyes.

"My name is J, that's my name for the time being. ”

"Well, yes, I like this simple name......"

Suddenly, the string snapped without warning. The stranger named J raised his hand sharply and pointed his gun at Vermilion.

Tut...... There is no new way to fight...... Is it that you have been with ordinary people for so long that you don't know how to fight at all?

Vermilion spit softly and crouched down at supernatural speed, avoiding the muzzle of the gun pointed at the head. Not only that, but she took advantage of the crouching momentum and rushed forward.

J did not shoot, because the muzzle of the gun could not be aimed at the opponent at all, and shooting without aiming did not make any sense at all. His body jumped backwards, trying to distance the two sides.

Both men came to an abrupt halt and seemed to return to their original state of confrontation, but the violent air currents around them told people how incredible their speed was.

The lights hanging overhead shook in the violent air currents. This time it wasn't the effect of the wind and waves outside. Not only that, but as mentioned earlier, the surrounding plank walls were actually not solid, and a plank that might have fallen off a bit of a momentum fell off. It's impossible to say who it hit, but it's now a flying debris.

"Sure enough......" Zhu Hong had completely affirmed the identity of the other party. Her speed just now had exceeded the limits of a normal mammal, which would not have been possible under normal circumstances. But J was able to keep up with her completely.

On the surface, at least, the two sides appear to be evenly matched.

"So...... Come try this!"

Vermilion threw the automatic rifle in her hand.

It's not the kind of manipulation with magic, it's just throwing it with force.

The appearance of the rifle is not aerodynamic at all, and it does not have a stable trajectory when it is thrown out, which makes its kinetic energy decay quickly, but the trajectory is very strange and difficult to judge correctly.

The edge of the rifle rubbed against a bit of the wooden wall on the side, scraping off a whole piece of wood that was in the way. If this thing hits the body...... It's impossible to say what level of damage will be done, but according to the law of conservation of momentum, it is perfectly fine to knock a human body into the air. J was forced to step back a little more to avoid the throw.

However, just as J was concentrating on the scrap metal flying in an irregular trajectory, Vermilion had already rushed up again. Unlike the on the other side, the Warlocks know all too well what a battle between Supermen is like. In the face of this combination of supernatural power, speed, and reflexes, the vast majority of weapons are meaningless. Even if it is a cold weapon specializing in hand-to-hand combat, this situation is mostly chicken. If a punch can kill someone, then why use a sword? Therefore, the warlock's refusal to use weapons is not only a kind of self-esteem and arrogance, but also a realistic choice.

J's gaze suddenly forcibly shifted away from the threatening rifle and instead focused on Vermilion, who was rushing towards him. His hand was already raised, and the muzzle of the gun was facing the scarlet who was rushing over.

It doesn't seem like a big deal, but it's a kind of ability that can only be obtained after a lot of tempering. In this moment, he overcame his instincts, the instincts that were etched in the depths of human genes after countless centuries of brutal survival elimination. Forcibly divert his attention from the imminent danger (i.e., the rifle flying in the air) to another position.

Even Zhu Hong did not expect that his methods were completely ineffective, but instead gave the other party a chance to attack. Looking at the muzzle of the black hole, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

As a warlock, she knew very well how difficult it was for the other party to do this.

"Remarkable!" she complimented softly. "It's a pity ......"

J pulled the trigger, and with the burst of gunpowder, the expanding air created a terrifying push inside the chamber, squeezing the bullet all the way out of the muzzle and possessing devastating speed. This bullet was aimed at the opponent's head.

With a crisp gunshot, Zhu Hua, who was far away, clearly saw the result of this blow. That woman was too rash! If it were her, she would never have started such a dangerous melee combat, on the contrary, in the face of an unknown enemy, temptation and feint are the right ideas.

But she did see the end of this one choice: the bodies of the two people were slightly stunned. Vermilion's head tilted back, as if trying to avoid the bullet, and the thrown rifle grazed the edge of J's head, the corner of the gun hooking somewhere between his neck and shoulder, tearing his clothes and scraping off a layer of flesh.

Is it dead? There was a voice in her heart trying to pray for this outcome. Unfortunately, perhaps she wasn't a believer in some of the earth's gods, so the prayer was unresponsive. Vermilion looked up.

The bullet hit her head-on in the forehead. It should have been enough to lift her skull throughout, but in fact it only created a pit in her forehead and embedded it in it. And not very deep kind of embedded. Vermilion instantly wiped it on her forehead with her hand, erasing the small piece of metal that was attached to her forehead. The consequence of this blow was that her forehead was slightly concave, like a child falling and hitting her head. This kind of injury...... It can't be considered a hurt at all!

She took the blow head-on, with a weapon that proved to be of this magnitude...... Does not work against Warlocks.

"Weird...... Monster!" J's mouth didn't speak, but the two frightened glances under his helmet made it clear what he was trying to say.

"That's right," Zhu Hong's body only slowed down as she suffered the blow just now, and did not stop. When the power of the bullet was removed, her speed increased even further. "It must be incredible to you!"

Instead of attacking, she grabbed the pistol. In the moment of the brief battle between the two sides, the barrel of the gun was directly twisted. J fortunately let go as soon as possible, otherwise it is estimated that even the gun and hand will be torn off by the other party.

"A little disappointed, is there only this level of power on the earth?" Zhu Hong threw the steel gun in his hand to the side without care.

At this time, the two of them were already very close to each other, and all weapons were not as good as their own hands and feet. For Zhu Hua, a bystander, all she could see was that the other party was completely suppressed.

After a short fight, the two men stuck together, their hands intertwined, finger to finger staggered, and they entered a state of wrestling with each other like wrestling. It's a battle that can't be retreated from. The losing side...... Even if you can't say that you can finish the game immediately, at least you will lose some of your limbs.

Although one of the two people is a man and the other is a woman, J also has a clear advantage in body type. But this is a physical confrontation on the surface, but in essence it is a confrontation of supernatural forces. Gender and body type can be meaningless in this regard.

"Got you!" said J's voice under his helmet.

"What? hah, got me? are you really...... Huh?"

Although I had roughly estimated the strength of the other party just now, I found that the estimate was a bit wrong. Because Zhu Hong found that she was actually suppressed by the other party. In other words, the strength of the other party is much greater than just now. Did you hide some of your strength just now?

"You...... Don't you notice I'm wearing gloves?" there was a hint of triumphant joy in J's voice.

"Gloves?"

"The surface of my gloves is covered with metal flakes. J said. It is not a big deal to have a few metal sheets or wires on the surface of the glove, it is just a measure to protect the hand. Vermilion hadn't cared at all just now—if she had really noticed it.

"And I've been told that as soon as you touch that metal, the power drops dramatically. J continued to push his strength and slowly pressed the other man's arm back.

"So it's this kind of thing......" As soon as J said, Vermilion immediately understood. After all, it's not a secret that demon-resistant metal is a thing now. "I didn't expect it...... You're really prepared. Hmph, the suppression of the world itself, coupled with the effect of anti-magic metal, will probably allow a warlock to exert only one-twentieth of his power. Indeed, if there is only one-twentieth of the strength left, then there is basically no power left...... But what about ...... There are exceptions!"

"Some warlocks have even one-twentieth of their strength, like me!"

As she spoke, a red-black light suddenly flashed through the collar of her inner clothes.