Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Right Hand

2.2 meters.

"Peng!"

Zhao Qian calmly looked at the height of this big guy and the action of pulling out the axe, and somewhat estimated it in his heart.

Its left leg wasn't as nimble as it had thought after the sword was inserted, but it couldn't stand out because the guy was walking slower than he was doing.

"Collapse!"

One more step forward, heavy footsteps seemed to hit everyone's heart.

The big axe that made ordinary people desperate was also lifted at this time, and it smashed down neatly and quickly.

This also made Zhao Qian's heart sink.

It's an ordinary move, but it's the most effective move, because don't look at the expressionless human skin on the surface of this thing, it looks stunned. But in reality, this is definitely not the case, at least, his instincts can't be wrong.

It's an instinctive harbinger of potential danger.

He had a feeling that if he dodged it, this blow, this axe would definitely change abruptly in mid-air, turning himself into two halves like the corpse just now.

So, he took the sailor's knife in his hand and ran forward regardless of it.

Death to life.

But to outsiders, it's no different from looking for death.

Satisfied, many sailors who were not afraid to step forward to attack before Zhao Qian showed a slight sneer on the corner of their mouths, this guy is dead.

This is the vision of ordinary people, but in the eyes of Zhao Qian and some people on this ship, he survived, at least survived this trick.

"Dang!"

The cacophony of metal smashing and slashing resembles the daily march in a harbor blacksmith's shop.

"Click."

There was a soft thud.

The white sailor knife made several obvious cracks in Zhao Qian's hand and in front of the big thing in front of him.

But it was not blocked, on the contrary, Zhao Qian knew very well that if he was hit by the steel-bone giant, it would definitely be a situation where he would be knocked away. And then what awaits you is definitely death, there is no doubt about it.

Unloading.

"Boom!"

The axe was raised diagonally along Zhao Qian, and the blade that had withstood part of the strength slashed into the wooden deck at his feet beside him.

Sawdust splattered and hit the trouser leg of the Black Baron's third mate.

It's pretty much the same as expected.

I never thought of taking a heavy blow from this guy head-on, and competing with my own creatures with high strength values, which is a very brainless death-seeking behavior.

He turned his wrist, completely oblivious to the soreness of his right hand from the weight he had just taken on. He took the crossbow out of his ticket and lifted it.

"Poof!"

An arrow landed almost face-to-face at this throat much higher than his own, and the damage was not much better for this guy than tickling.

"Bang!"

The sound of metal crashing.

Zhao Qian gritted his teeth, the pain in the bones of his right arm made his breathing seem a little disordered. Watching this guy stumble under his feet, another arrow shot out.

Repelled.

Looking at the wound of the second arrow of that thing, a trace of silver and white, more than ten steps away, this is enough.

The long sword stuck in his left knee made it difficult for the big creature to maintain his balance, and it knelt on one knee with its expressionless right leg to prevent its heavy body from falling, and stood up again.

The battlefield from afar and near is looked at here, and this place has become a sharp focal point.

Zhao Qian put the long-range weapon without arrows in his hand back into the ticket.

"Peng!"

"Give it to me!"

He took a few steps, his hands straining, the green tendons of his arms bulging, and pulled out the large axe on the deck that had been cut into the plank.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't think about dealing with this kind of thing head-on, he thought very simply, instead of finding another thing to block its slash, he would make this guy lose the weapon in his hand.

"Roar!"

The Cyborg Giant, who had risen from the deck again, roared at the sight of his weapon in the hands of someone else.

In fact, it is not a creature without intelligence, but it has very low intelligence, and can understand some simple commands and some simple ways of fighting......

"Get out of the way!"

Holding a heavy weapon in his hand, Zhao Qian's confidence in the big thing in front of him instantly increased. This axe is actually a little heavy in his hand with three times the strength of ordinary humans, that is, 15 points, but it can still be used.

"Collapse!"

Almost with all his strength and the weight of the axe itself, Zhao Qian slashed at the chest of the alchemy creature in front of him, and took its right arm down.

It's not skillful, it's a brute force.

A rancid-smelling humanoid right arm landed on the deck, the skeletal part reflecting a bright silvery metallic sheen from the torches burning on the Satisfaction.

Unforgiving.

Ignoring the pain in his right arm, Zhao Qian went down with another axe, and directly slashed down the neck of this big guy who looked like a rotting corpse.

The corpse was separated.

The disgusting-looking head gurgled from the deck and rolled under the Satisfaction, and there was a muffled "poof" sound in the dark waters.

And the corpse in front of him also fell to the ground after losing his head.

"Your decapitation attack deals 360 damage to the Cyborg, and you actually deal 720 damage to the unit due to the extra critical damage."

"The unit currently has -110 health remaining."

"Your attack causes the unit to lose its skull, and it has a functional deficit."

"The Cyborg is dead."

"As a result of you killing the Cyborg Giant of the Satisfaction, your reputation among pirates increases by 100. Your current reputation is 225/1000. ”

Laboriously grasping the fierce big axe in his hand, Zhao Qian took a breath, and pretended to be indifferent to pick up the key on the ground that was shining black and some white keys.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was this adult who swept around.

Many of the sailors of the Satisfaction were talking, and Zhao took a few steps forward, and they retreated.

Only he knows that his right hand is actually very problematic.

"Hint: You get the Cyborg Weapon, the Death Tomahawk, to see the basic stats."

"Hint: Your right hand has a slight bone crack, and there is a possibility that your right hand will be stiff and stiff during the battle, please heal as soon as possible."

PS: One of the bugs in modifying the reputation value is that what the protagonist is doing now is only circulating among the crew members of the two ships, so it can't get a higher reputation value. You have to wait for this matter to ferment before you can gain more prestige points.