Infinite Bloodcore-Chapter 368 - : Section 155: Glory Light Charge

Chapter 368: Section 155: Glory Light Charge

Carrying the deep hopes of his companions, the Fishman youth swiftly navigated through the water.

“He’s coming!”

“He’s in the water!!”

“Quick, fire the bombs.”

“Crossbowmen, shoot underwater.”

“Prepare the harpoons!!”

The Navy was briefly thrown into disarray but soon calmed down.

However, all the attacks from bombs, arrows, and harpoons proved futile.

After diving into the deep waters, the Fishman youth made a wide curve before approaching the underside of the Navy’s ships.

Even with bombs and arrows attacking him, he dodged them with ease. Thanks to his Divine Bloodline, he was naturally sensitive to currents.

Combat Skill—Flowing Blade.

He held his hands like blades, and from his elbows, the water currents abruptly changed, forming two sharp blades of flowing water.

Bang.

The next moment, the Fishman youth shot out of the water like a bomb, skimming along one side of the hull, charging upward.

At the gunwale, the sailors shouted, their crossbows firing volleys.

Derived Combat Skill—Rotational Flow Blade!

The Fishman youth’s hands suddenly spread wide, his webbed fingers stretched taut between their fullest extent.

The Flowing Blades on his forearms, mixed with Fighting energy and water currents, underwent a drastic transformation due to the change in the way the Fighting energy circulated.

What was originally the shape of blades violently transformed into a pair of Water Shields.

The Fishman youth used the two Water Shields—each as large as a millstone—to block some of the attacks, meanwhile accelerating with his feet and dodging most of the crossbow arrows with his serpentine, lightning-quick movements.

“He’s too fast!”

“We can’t hit him at all.”

“Quick, he’s coming up!”

Amidst the cries of panic from the Navy, a dark figure stepped on the side of the ship, leaped up, and landed in the sky.

The sailors looked up to see a tall and agile shadow, with long limbs, pausing in the air before plunging down sharply.

At the same time, the dazzling sunlight made them squint involuntarily.

Bang.

The Fishman youth landed on the deck, and droplets of water scattered in mid-air refracted the sunlight into a rainbow halo.

The sailors were stunned for a moment before raising their knives, axes, etc., and swarming towards the Fishman youth.

Combat Skill—Flowing Blade.

The Fishman youth crouched on the deck, his arms stretched straight out in a line, perpendicular to his body. His arms were long, like the wings of a hawk, or as if he was shouldering a Knight’s long spear.

His fingers came together again, forming a blade shape with his palm.

The water, influenced by the Fighting energy, violently transformed from the Water Shields in his palm into blades wrapping around his forearms and palm blades.

The sailors cried out as they attacked from all sides.

The Fishman youth exhaled a cloudy breath, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Derived Combat Skill—Rotational Flow Blade!

He exerted force with his ankles, powered up through his legs, and then coordinated with his waist and abdomen, extending to his arms.

He spun rapidly, and his Silver Fighting Spirit exploded. In that instant, the Flowing Blade transformed slightly, becoming more of a scimitar shape with larger arcs.

Swish swish!

After two spins, the Fishman youth stood upright, remaining in place.

The sailors who had swarmed him widened their eyes, losing all their strength in an instant, staring in terror as their bodies were cleaved in half.

A vast amount of blood sprayed out, making the deck seem adorned with a vivid red bloom.

Severed limbs and weapons tossed on the deck clamored in a chilling cacophony.

The sailors on the outskirts stomped their feet, deterred by the Fishman youth’s terrifying slaughter.

It must be noted that among those who had surrounded him were several Black Iron Level leaders, and none of them could withstand even a single strike, dying horrifically on the spot.

Although the Fishman youth only possessed Silver Fighting Spirit, his capacity to confront Kan Qiao face to face and kill him led the Navy Headquarters to assess his combat level as Gold.

Yao Ming: “Everyone fall back, you’re no match for him.”

Yao Wan: “Long Fu, you’re up against us!”

Yao Gui: “Even if we can’t kill you, as long as we hold you off, more and more reinforcements will arrive! There’s no escape for you now!”

The three Captains made their entrance together, surrounding the Fishman youth at the center.

The Fishman youth scanned the three silver fighters before him, noting their frightfully pale skin and almost complete lack of hair, each man a total bald head.

Under the sunlight, their bald heads scattered beams of light.

Such distinct Bloodline characteristics inevitably stirred a thought in the Fishman youth’s mind, “Are they members of the Yao Wang clan?”

Derived Combat Skill—Piercing Flow Blade!

Silver Fighting Spirit was infused into the tip of the Flowing Blade.

The shape of the blade’s tip immediately transformed, becoming thicker and larger. From both sides of the triangular arrowhead, a large amount of Silver Fighting Spirit suddenly jetted out, providing powerful thrust.

The Fishman youth’s body was fiercely pulled in the direction of the blade’s aim, and combined with the power from his legs, he instantly formed a strong assault.

Yao Ming was caught off guard and struck by the Fishman youth, and although he barely managed to dodge a vital point, his right chest was still pierced by the Flowing Blade, splattering blood.

“Quick, save him!”

“Hold on!”

Two companions immediately came to assist, their swords hacking towards the Fishman youth’s back.

The whistling sound of blades filled the air, and the airflow changed accordingly.

The Fishman youth, as if having eyes in the back of his head, immediately let go of Yao Ming and swiftly shot up a mast.

Yao Wan followed suit, climbing the mast as well.

Yao Ming reorganized his stance and quickly swigged a potion.

The Fishman youth suddenly turned around to counterattack, diving towards Yao Wan.

In order to seize the moment and maximize the impact of his assault, he didn’t use any Combat Skill and instead brandished the two Flowing Blades with great force.

Yao Wan was startled and found himself only able to parry; he was immediately overwhelmed upon making contact.

Each strike of the Flowing Blade against his scimitar emitted a plop sound, scattering fine splashes of water. Yao Wan’s Silver Level scimitar was immediately hacked with several nicks.

Just as he was about to falter and expose an opening, the Fishman youth spotted a flash of light out of the corner of his eye and felt a sudden burst of energy from the opponent.

“What Combat Skill?” raced through the Fishman youth’s mind like a flash of lightning, and with a slight sense of danger, he decisively gave up pursuit, making a motion to dodge to the side.

Combat Skill—Light Flare!

At the base of the mast, Yao Wan, who hadn’t climbed up, held his sword with both hands and erupted with Silver Fighting Spirit.

The blade fiercely swept upward, slicing a thin ray of silver light.

Yao Gui, who was almost overpowered to complete vulnerability in the middle of the mast by the Fishman youth, suddenly sidestepped, and the Combat Skill Light Flare brushed past him.

If the Fishman youth hadn’t backed off and continued to suppress Yao Gui, he couldn’t have dodged in time and would have been slashed by the Light Flare.

But a moment before, the Fishman youth had evaded, deftly avoiding the strike.

The Light Flare cut through as it traveled, severing the mast and dividing the huge sail into two, causing countless ropes and the severed upper part of the mast to crash onto the deck, leading to more chaos.

Within this turmoil, the Fishman youth landed on the deck and engaged with the three Silver fighters in a fierce battle.

Flowing Blades clashing with swords, Combat Skills used in rotation, all four were quick attackers with extremely fast movement and attack speeds.

The Navy watched as four figures moved and jumped across the deck, exchanging blows, occasionally bursting with Combat Skills, and the view lit up with flashes of silver brilliance.

The Navy flagship, just a Black Iron Grade, was quickly battered beyond recognition in the aftermath of the four’s intense battle, with masts that weren’t continuously breaking and the deck pockmarked with holes and long gashes.

The original Navy sailors either squeezed below deck or willingly dived into the sea to swim to other warships to watch the battle.

Boom, boom, boom…

As the leaders of both sides engaged, the bombardment from both parties never ceased.

Chou and Di Lou took their turns.

Among the Navy, there were no Silver Level Mages, but there were several Black Iron Level Mages, and each ship was equipped with a Priest. This kept them from being outmatched by the Justice Pirate Group.

Chou kept an eye on the battle between the Fishman youth and the three Silver fighters while shooting arrows, wondering whether to sneak in a shot.

Zi Di was most concerned for the youth’s safety; as the Fishman youth gradually gained the upper hand, her heart began to settle.

However, in the next moment, Yao Ming suddenly used a Combat Skill, transforming into a ray of light and rushing towards the Fishman youth.

The Fishman youth only saw a flash before being struck and was smashed directly into the ship’s forecastle.

As the light faded, Yao Ming returned to his human form, jumping back to the deck.

Press the advantage!

Afterward, Yao Gui and Yao Wan also used the same killer moves, turning into beams of light to attack the Fishman youth.

The situation for the youth deteriorated rapidly; he could only dodge continuously, using the ship’s structures as cover, often rolling awkwardly to evade.

Derived Combat Skill—Soaring Flow Blade!

Seeing Yao Ming unleash a Combat Skill again, the Fishman youth immediately threw his Flowing Blade.

The Flowing Blade shot through the air.

Yao Ming again transformed into a sphere of light, slamming directly into the Flowing Blade.

With a bang, the Flowing Blade burst apart, turning into countless droplets of water.

Yao Ming’s movement stalled for a moment, but the sphere of light still lunged forward, leaving behind a rainbow trail on the retinas of all who watched.

The Fishman youth avoided the hit, now with only one Flowing Blade in hand.

At this point, he recognized: “Indeed, it’s the Combat Skill Glory Light Charge! Only those of the Yao Wang bloodline can use this skill. Although its Grade is only at Holy Domain Level, it is an integrated offensive and defensive maneuver, extremely fast, often used as a trump card to escape.”

Why?

Because although this Combat Skill was powerful, it had a significant drawback: the fighter couldn’t think of anything while using it. Once activated, there was no stopping it. And given the skill’s immense power, it consumed a tremendous amount of Fighting Energy.

The 𝘮ost uptodat𝑒 novels are pub𝙡ished on freeweɓnovēl.coɱ.

Thus, it led to a scenario: after a member of the Yao Wang family used this Combat Skill, they would be forced out of this miraculous state only when all their Fighting Energy was depleted, returning to their flesh and blood form, regaining the ability to think.

This was why they could only use this Combat Skill as a means of escape, not for battle.

Yet, the current situation far exceeded the Fishman youth’s understanding of Glory Light Charge.

“This Combat Skill can now be stopped at will; it has become an incredibly powerful offensive tactic! How is this possible? Could it be that their Yao Light Bloodline Concentration has reached a high level, allowing them to think while deploying the skill?”