So slippery!
The surface of the mast was coated with a layer of antiseptic tung oil, and the shaft was straight and smooth. Yaro had to use all his strength to stabilize his body.
The pirates were charging, and some pirates were once again raising various short-term soldiers and preparing to throw them.
Not daring to delay, the muscles in his legs immediately began to stir.
Whoosh!
Without a moment's pause, Yaro's body rushed forward and quickly climbed up.
Looking at the high platform two meters away from the mast, Yaro estimated his height.
about there!
Having come to the conclusion, Yaro used all his strength and quickly jumped away from the mast. His body drew an arc and fell smoothly onto the high platform.
"How can this be……"
These pirates knew the smoothness of the mast better than anyone else, and it was precisely because of their understanding that they were surprised when they saw Yaro's inconspicuous behavior.
"Could it be that... this mast hasn't been polished and oiled?"
A short and thin pirate murmured and reached for the mast. He had been a lookout on a pirate ship, so he did not believe that anyone could do such a thing.
Snapped!
The short and thin pirate was slapped and flew away. The shot was taken by a tall little leader. He looked around fiercely and shouted angrily:
"What are you doing? Don't worry about this little mouse. After we deal with the little cuties around him, we can play with him slowly!"
"Now, give it all to me!"
Originally, there were not many pirates who had climbed up, but some more pirates came to chase Yaro. The remaining pirates were defeated by the siege of dozens of students and were retreating, seeing that their logged-in positions were about to be lost.
But with the addition of these powerful pirates, the situation became deadlocked again.
If no other pirates join in later, the students may be able to win soon with their numerical advantage.
Unfortunately……
…
Yaro climbed up to the high platform, holding the knight's sword in his hand and watching the surroundings. He took the time to run the 'Knight's Breathing Technique' and breathed rapidly in order to restore his physical strength as soon as possible.
The smoothness of the mast exceeded Yaro's expectations. Despite his effortless performance just now, in fact, it took all his strength to barely succeed.
Strength is weird. Use it up today and use it tomorrow.
But this statement does not mean overdraft usage.
After finishing the marathon, I was out of breath.
After running a thousand kilometers, I was out of breath.
After running 100 meters, I was still out of breath.
Why don't you see that you are not tired if you run short?
A short-term burst will also lead to overdraft and fatigue, but people with good endurance will recover faster.
Arrow wiped the blood and grease on his palms, and cleaned the blood on his face a little, then he grabbed the knight's sword tightly, ducked and climbed to the edge of the high platform.
Squinting his eyes slightly, Yaro took stock of the situation.
Because of the need to harvest experience points, Yaro has sufficient combat experience with one enemy against many, and because of this, he is more aware of the difficulties of one against many.
These pirates were not young men who knew the ins and outs. They did not hold weapons without sharp edges, and Yaro did not wear leather armor.
Compared to the fight between teenagers, these pirates have another more important difference.
If we really have to go head-to-head with these pirates - Yarrow may not necessarily have the upper hand!
Why are boxing matches divided into weight classes?
Yaro's strength has reached six points, which is indeed not low. However, when they are actually fighting, these adults can stabilize their center of gravity with their own weight alone, but Yaro may be directly knocked away because of his underweight!
If someone is knocked away during a battle, the consequences are self-evident.
You can't confront them directly!
Boom——!
The two ships finally approached. The impatient pirates on the pirate ship swarmed along the connected wooden ladders, screaming, and the students' defense line was quickly squeezed.
"I'm hurt! Let me get to the back!"
"Resist! Can't retreat! Stab! Stab together!"
"They are throwing throwing knives! Counterattack from behind!"
"What are you doing! Why did you throw the spear away!"
"The people in front said they were going to fight back!"
"Can't beat it!"
"I surrender! Don't kill...ah!"
…
Compared with these pirates who live a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife all year round, the students are too immature in all aspects. Only due to the limited width of the siege ladder and the chaos of the pirates after boarding the ship, it was difficult to open up space, so the situation remained slightly stalemate.
Anyone who knows anything about combat can tell - the cadets are about to be doomed!
Their fighting spirit is fading and their formation is gradually in disarray.
Can't wait any longer!
If there is no opportunity, create an opportunity!
After adjusting his position on the high platform, Yaro grabbed the wooden wall and slid down silently. While the pirates were distracted by the students, he kept a close eye on the little leader who had been hiding behind him, and leaned forward to sneak out quietly.
The shortcomings of some battles are other advantages.
The body is gentle and the footsteps are very faint.
The height of a teenager can be easily obscured by the debris accumulated on the deck.
Relying on the master-level 'Cat-shaped Fist-Running', Yaro can roughly understand the distribution of pirates without having to probe.
"Come on! Get them all on me! Press them all on!"
"Kill them and grab the potion, and we can all become knights!"
The little boss was kicking and urging, but he didn't know - death was approaching!
Advanced skill - thrust!
Chi!
The sharp knight's sword pierced the little boss's neck!
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The little leader's pupils were wide open, and streams of blood came out of his mouth. This shows that his arteries have been severed. Due to the obstruction of the long sword, the arterial blood can only flow into the trachea and spurt out from the mouth.
Uh-huh!
Yaro drew his sword, and bright red blood spurted out.
Seeing the thick blood flowing on the knight's sword, Yaro felt calm in his heart.
It turns out - your blood is also bright red!
The little boss pressed the wound with one hand, and blood continued to flow from the gaps in his fingers.
He hesitated in his steps, took a few steps back, pointed a finger at Yaro, and kept opening and closing his mouth, encouraging blood to flow out, but he failed to make the slightest sound.
This situation was quickly discovered by the pirates who rushed up later.
The pirates didn't feel the slightest bit sad. They all looked at Yaro as if they were seeing a shocking treasure!
"Boatswain!"
"The bosun is dead!"
"Trash! You can actually be attacked by a child!"
Bang!
The little leader fell to the ground weakly, one finger still pointed at Yaro, and his hostile eyes gradually lost their luster.
Following his line of sight, the pirates around him were in a commotion. After only a moment of hesitation, they all rushed towards Yaro impatiently.
"Okay, kill him, and I'll be the boatswain!"
"kill him!"
"Get out of the way, he's mine!"
Aro ran away, he didn't want to be surrounded here.
The pirates pursued hard, causing some frontline personnel to leave, but this allowed the students to lessen the pressure and get a moment of respite.
Following the route that had been prepared long ago, Yaro climbed over the high platform, but deliberately slowed down his speed to hang on to the pirates.
"Haha, it's mine!"
A pirate just poked his head out, and what greeted him was a bright light.
Uh-huh!
