Chapter 339 - 259: Sinking 2 Ships, Eliminating the Enemy Threat

Chapter 339: Chapter 259: Sinking 2 Ships, Eliminating the Enemy Threat

Just as the two ships began to exchange cannon fire, Wu Liangchen stepped onto a wooden plank and shot toward the opposing vessel at incredible speed.

"Good heavens, what is that?"

A crewman who spotted the figure darting across the sea’s surface couldn’t help but cry out in alarm.

Fukuhara Ryoma saw it too, of course, and his expression immediately changed.

He had only ever seen such abilities from the high masters of the Vajra Institute.

He realized at once that a top-tier Martial Artist was approaching him, and that this person was likely the reason for what had happened to the ship from Tamura Village.

Now, this man was crossing the sea to come here. His objective was self-evident—he was clearly coming for him.

At this thought, Fukuhara Ryoma grew tense and immediately gave orders to his men.

"Seal every corridor! If you see an unfamiliar face, open fire on sight!"

"Yes, sir!"

With the order given, the second mate led the crewmen and sailors to surround the captain’s quarters, forming a watertight perimeter.

The firearms issued to them in the navy were significantly more powerful than those of even the army’s most elite Firearms Team.

Thus, when Fukuhara Ryoma heard the commotion of voices outside, accompanied by the sound of bolts being drawn on rifles, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Aside from the ammunition hold, the captain’s quarters were the most fortified place on the entire ship.

With so many heavily armed men standing guard outside, Fukuhara Ryoma felt that not even a top-tier Martial Artist could breach their defenses.

But just then, Fukuhara Ryoma noticed that the figure on the sea had suddenly vanished.

’What’s going on?’

’Did he go to one of the other ships?’

While Fukuhara Ryoma was still wondering, Wu Liangchen had already circled around to the stern of the massive ship and, with a single leap, vaulted onto the deck.

There were sailors on watch on the deck, but how could they possibly be a match for Wu Liangchen?

Before he even landed, several streaks of white light had already shattered the heads of the sailors on watch.

Without a moment’s pause, Wu Liangchen charged straight for the nearby stairwell.

The passageway was blindingly lit. Rushing in from the outside darkness under these conditions would easily cause a moment of temporary blindness.

And this was by design.

Many riflemen were lying in ambush near the entrance. Anyone who dared to trespass would be met with a sea of bullets.

The third mate of the massive ship, one of Fukuhara Ryoma’s trusted confidants, was quite proud of this arrangement.

In his view, no one could break through such a chokepoint.

And indeed, just as he expected, a dark shadow suddenly flew into the passageway.

Without him even needing to give the order, gunfire erupted like a tidal wave.

The dark shadow trembled violently in mid-air from the impacts, then completely disintegrated.

But from beginning to end, it never seemed to make any movement of its own.

The third mate immediately sensed that something was wrong. He was about to speak, but it was too late.

Because just then, dozens of white streaks of light suddenly shot in from outside.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

With a series of sickening thuds, the heads of all the riflemen ambushed near the entrance exploded like watermelons baked open in the summer sun.

Brains and blood splattered everywhere, staining even the ceiling red.

Because he had been directing from around a corner, the third mate luckily escaped the carnage.

Even so, he was scared half to death. A moment ago, one of the white streaks had flown past him, no more than three inches away, before blasting a large hole in the wall behind him.

The bizarre and bloody scene he had just witnessed made his very soul tremble.

He no longer cared about his duty. He just turned and ran deeper into the ship.

As the third mate of the massive ship, he was naturally very familiar with the layout inside.

After scrambling and crawling through a shortcut, he finally reached the area near the captain’s quarters.

Security here was tight; heavily armed crewmen and sailors were everywhere.

Only then did his wildly pounding heart begin to settle down slightly.

"What’s going on? You were supposed to be guarding the stairwell. What are you doing running here?" a cold, questioning voice demanded. The ship’s second mate pushed through the crowd, scolding him with a frown.

As the man with the most authority on the ship besides the captain, his relationship with the third mate was not good. Whenever they met, there was no shortage of snide remarks.

Normally, while the third mate wouldn’t dare to openly talk back to a superior, he would leverage his status as the captain’s confidant to offer a few passive-aggressive retorts.

But right now, he was in no mood for that. With a look of pure terror, he pointed behind him and stammered.

"Countless... powerful white lights... they came rushing in and blew up all the riflemen we had ambushed at the stairwell!"

The second mate frowned and couldn’t help but sneer, "What kind of nonsense is that? Have you gone mad—?"

Before he could finish his sentence, countless streaks of white light burst through the corridor walls, surging toward them.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The crewmen and sailors at the front didn’t even have time to grunt before their heads were blown to pieces.

"Holy shit!"

Having witnessed this firsthand, the second mate was utterly dumbfounded. But he was also quick-witted; he reacted almost instantly, roaring at the top of his lungs.

"Fire! Indiscriminate fire!"

In truth, he didn’t even need to give the order. The crewmen and sailors, already like birds startled by the twang of a bow, had already pulled their triggers.

A torrent of gunfire, as dense as rain, tore through and pulverized everything in front of them.

But taking advantage of the opening, the second mate turned without hesitation and bolted directly into the captain’s quarters.

The door and four walls of the captain’s quarters were reinforced with steel plates, strong enough to withstand attacks from powerful firearms, making it the safest place on the entire ship.