The Butcher, on the other side of the deck, was not blocked by Sailors or pirates, and naturally saw his Second Mate and Lex pointing a gun at the Silver-Tongued.
He immediately let out an almost inhuman roar, his eyes overflowing with malice, his reason mostly gone.
The unhealed wound on his body, his muscles suddenly contracted, clamping down to prevent further blood loss.
Exchanging his reason for an all-around boost, The Butcher charged at Lex like a cannonball.
But before that, Edward's poem once again drifted across the deck, giving the battle on deck a theatrical flavor.
"Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen with snow."
…
And so, The Butcher, in his charge, suddenly seemed to have his body frozen by ice and snow, his speed plummeting, causing his action, which could have knocked Lex away in time, to only be implemented after he heard the gunshot.
Bang!
The Second Mate's head splattered with blood.
Lex was sent flying by The Butcher, landing next to a crate of cannonballs and a cannon.
The Butcher glanced at the Second Mate lying on the ground, his eyes burning with rage, as if to incinerate his last shred of reason.
But it didn't.
He quickly reached for a pocket on his body; he intended to use a powerful but dangerous magical item to end the battle.
However, as he reached into his pocket, he found nothing inside; the edge of that pocket had been cut open at some point!
Lex, who had gotten up, saw the small cannon nearby and immediately winked at Edward, who understood and ran over.
On the other side.
The Butcher looked around the deck, gritted his teeth, and turned to run towards the edge of the deck, intending to abandon ship and escape.
But at this moment, someone behind him shouted a word: "toothpick!"
Whoosh!
The Butcher's eyes turned red; almost forgotten memories surged back, and a shadowy house suddenly flashed before his eyes; he seemed to smell a strong scent of alcohol.
Then he saw a pair of thick shoes descending from the sky, trampling between his legs.
He saw a man holding a wine pot, drinking and cursing at the same time.
"You useless piece of trash, look at you, what is that, a toothpick? You might as well just be a woman!"
The scene changed.
In a narrow room, he was thrusting, and the woman lying on the bed said impatiently, "How much longer? Honestly, I don't feel anything at all."
"Really, a toothpick is thicker than you."
Then there was blood.
Blood all over the room.
His vision returned to the deck.
The Butcher slowly turned around, looking at the young man in the black suit who had gotten up again: "What did you just say?"
A mocking smile appeared on the abominable fellow's face, and he made a 'pelvic thrusting' motion, deliberately looking towards The Butcher's waist, and sneered: "toothpick."
In an instant.
The Butcher's last shred of reason vanished.
"No one can humiliate me!"
"No one!"
He roared and charged at Lex like a whirlwind.
Lex suddenly rolled to the side.
"Edward!"
Accompanying his shout, Edward aimed the small cannon, already pointed at The Butcher, and lit the fuse on its barrel.
Bang!
In the ear-splitting roar of the cannon, The Butcher's body exploded in a burst of blood, and he flew backward, half of his chest and lower abdomen gone, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
But even so, he was not dead; he was still gasping, struggling to get up.
But the contents of his body had already started falling out.
Even with the Werewolf's strong recovery ability, such a wound could not be healed!
Lex got up, aimed Blood Praise at the target's head, and fired three shots, watching The Butcher's head tilt, finally ceasing to struggle, only his body's nerves causing his limbs to twitch slightly from time to time.
"So, this is a Provoker?"
Edward asked, spreading his hands.
Lex turned back and smiled at him, then said, "I'm going to the cabin, are you coming?"
"Coming!"
Following behind Lex, Edward shook his head and said, "I've long heard that people like them are very annoying, and it's true; just now, let alone The Butcher, I almost wanted to hit him."
At the bottom of the pirate ship's cabin, pirates were trying to salvage the flooded bottom, but it was clear that it was beyond saving; the accumulated water here had almost reached their chests.
"It's no use, First Mate, the breach is too big, we can't patch it." A pirate in the water shouted.
The First Mate, with a clown-painted face, shrieked, "Even if you can't patch it, you have to! If the ship sinks today, you'll all end up in my recreation room!"
Smile Clown's recreation room was a torture chamber; everyone who entered that room eventually emerged in a twisted posture.
No one wanted to go in, so the pirates could only continue working with bitter expressions.
"First Mate, can you help me get that plank?" A pirate looked at the plank leaning near the cabin stairs.
With the battle raging on deck and no one else in the cabin, Smile Clown could only curse, pick up the plank, and step into the water.
Just as the water was almost chest-high, a figure silently emerged from the water behind him.
This tall, thin man had deep blue hair, and the red headscarf tied on his head was completely soaked; his body was covered with a layer of illusory, fish-like scales.
He raised his fist, and within that fist, something accumulated had reached its peak.
So he no longer suppressed it, letting it erupt!
At this moment.
Smile Clown, who had just put down the plank, seemed to sense something; he shrieked, the reason in his eyes rapidly disappearing, and his aura suddenly became powerful.
But at this moment, he heard a dull thud behind him and felt a force like a mountain flood, heavily impacting his body.
Even in the water, Smile Clown was involuntarily sent flying forward, a mouthful of fresh blood uncontrollably gushing from his mouth.
Then, he fell into the water.
Only then did the pirates realize that there was an extra person beside them.
Quincy!
As a Raging Citizen, after piercing the bottom of the ship, he had dived into the cabin, relying on his abilities to wait for an opportunity.
Now, he had successfully sent the pirate ship's First Mate flying, but before he could rejoice, he saw Smile Clown, lying in his own blood, raise his head, and the First Mate, with no trace of reason in his eyes, continuously flung out surgical knives.
Quincy utilized his advantage, plunging into the water, and in the chest-high and still rising seawater, he quickly swam to Smile Clown's side, grabbed his legs, and pulled hard, causing Smile Clown to fall into the water.
Quincy locked the pirate First Mate in a "cross lock" from his fighting technique, pulling him into the water, not giving him a chance to breathe.
A normal person can only hold their breath underwater for a few minutes; even a Beyonder with superior physical fitness, without tools or corresponding abilities, would be doing well to last 10 minutes.
But Quincy was a Beyonder of the Sailor pathway; he could move freely underwater for over 10 minutes, and if he simply held his breath, he could last even longer!