On the deck, Gendry gripped the cold warhammer handle and leaped forward fiercely.
Gendry felt like an arrow released from a bowstring, like the flame of a furnace, craving blood and victory.
To catch the ringleader, first apprehend his followers; he should deal with the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader first.
The spikes of the mace smashed towards the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's temple.
maces were specifically designed to break plate armor, but the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader had no helmet, and nothing was better or faster than smashing a head.
"Bang!" Blood flowed down the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's cheek, gushing from the ragged wound.
Unfortunately, it didn't smash his temple, only his right cheekbone.
In the face of death, the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's alertness saved his life.
He had been somewhat wary of this Iron Mask Boy, but he hadn't expected to underestimate him.
"Damn it, you brat! I'll chop you all to death, into eight pieces, and throw you into the water!" the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader roared, a long wound on his face, blood soaking his hand.
The sound of the Iron Hammer striking was so dull, coming from the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's cheek.
The pain of broken bones—if he hadn't dodged a little, and if this Boy hadn't been a novice, slightly nervous, that hammer blow would have crushed his head.
But the powerful, heavy blow still caused the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader immense pain.
Half of the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's face seemed to be smashed, blood flowing, a truly terrifying sight.
"What a pity!" Gendry looked at the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader.
Perhaps that blow should have landed on his throat; that would have been a sure kill.
Gendry picked up a shield, and a more brutal battle began.
"Die, you brat!" the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader wielded his twin blades, intending to chop Gendry into meat paste!
Battle was about momentum; the Mercenaries were not as numerous as the merchant ship crew.
Once demoralized, the rebels would throw them into the sea.
The Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader swung his long blades swiftly, creating a blur of afterimages.
He endured the immense pain in his face, his blades aiming for Gendry's head or throat.
All of this happened too quickly, in a flash, before the pirate reinforcements could even react.
The two were already entangled in a fierce fight.
Gendry raised his shield.
Between life and death, he wasn't without fear, but rather, he felt more excitement.
He had never lacked strength and speed; perhaps what he lacked was battlefield experience.
Blood would not scare Gendry.
"Dodge! Then attack!" Gendry raised his shield and mace.
The Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's facial wound was severe; heavy blood loss would blur his vision.
His decision not to bandage it and instead launch a quick attack was precisely a foolish tactic.
The sound of steel clashing was strong and powerful, like an enjoyable dance.
The two were inseparable; the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader grew more agitated.
Gendry raised his shield and Iron Hammer, swaying left and right along the deck, wearing down his stamina.
"Quick, move!" Qyburn shouted.
The Myr sailors came to their senses; if they submitted meekly, the Mercenaries would exact a crazy revenge.
This was an opportunity, an opportunity brought by the Boy's courage.
The Myr sailors re-mustered their courage, found their weapons, and once again engaged the Mercenaries in battle.
"Fight me, you brat!" the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader, seeing the tide turn, grew more agitated and cursed.
"Gendry! Watch out, step back!" Qyburn yelled loudly, throwing a packet of powder from his sleeve, which floated in the air.
He threw it towards the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader, and Gendry retreated accordingly.
The Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader was also stunned for a moment.
Not only did some powder get into his eyes, but the wound, upon contact with the powder, felt doubly painful.
The Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader couldn't help but wail.
"Coward! Coward!" the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader swung his twin blades, slashing wildly at the air.
At this moment, his vision was blurred, and his mood was incredibly heavy with rage.
"Bang!" The Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's blade grazed Gendry's arm; fortunately, the wound was neither deep nor long, though blood flowed.
Gendry's backhand warhammer, whistling through the air, completely smashed the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's head.
Blood, brain matter, and skull fragments splattered out, thoroughly dirtying the deck.
The Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader fell limp, like a dead fish.
Gendry continued to wield his warhammer, going to support various parts of the battlefield.
"Don't underestimate an Old Man; the Old Man still has some use!" Qyburn said faintly, looking at the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's corpse.
"Kill!" The remaining Mercenaries were much easier to deal with.
They wore only leather armor and no helmets.
maces, crossbows, or short swords were all lethal to them.
"Quick, throw down the ladders, cut the ropes!" Captain Dunster shouted.
The Myr sailors, with soaring morale, held their shields and threw down the ropes and ladders.
They were a mix of joy and fear; having killed so many Mercenaries, there would surely be no end to the conflict.
For some reason, the blood and pain plunged Gendry into a peculiar state, making him more excited, more surging with power.
"I am the blood of the storm, the wild wind of the Narrow Sea, the torrential rain of the Narrow Sea, a warrior as terrifying as a storm."
"Die!" Gendry raised his mace, took up his shield, and supported the battle.
Only a cunning Old Pirate remained on the deck, hiding behind the mast, firing a crossbow.
No one dared to approach him.
However, he had already been shot by the Myr sailors' crossbows, and his speed and stamina had decreased.
Gendry raised his shield, then, during the pirate's arrow-changing interval, the whistling Iron Hammer, accompanied by the sound of wind, directly smashed out the Old Pirate's brains, splitting his skull in half.
The Mercenaries lay scattered across the ship.
Gendry put away his warhammer; the blood on his arm made him look terrifying.
The battle on the deck quickly ended.
When the Mercenaries who had fled into the ship's cabins heard the shouts and rushed out onto the deck, they were met only by arrows, each shot into a porcupine.
The two longships of the Mercenaries were not far from the merchant ship, but they were not as tall as the merchant ship.
They only heard the sounds of fighting and did not know the exact situation.
According to common sense, the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader should have signaled them to take the ships.
However, seeing the ropes and ladders destroyed, the remaining Mercenaries had a bad premonition.
But the most elite group of them had died on the ship; if they continued to attack, it would likely result in even greater losses.
"Show the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's head, show the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's head!" Gendry shouted.
The Myr sailors' hearts stirred; they found a long pole and hoisted the Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader's head onto it, where it swayed in the wind.
The two pirate ships saw this chilling sight: the severed pirate head, though half of its skull was smashed, still had the distinctive gold tooth and purple hair.
"Let's go avenge our leader!"
"The Gold-Tooth Pirate Leader was ambushed! These damned Myr people, do they have Mercenaries? Even ordinary merchant ships have masters."
"Is your brain full of seawater too? So many skilled fighters are dead.
I don't want to be shot by a crossbow, let's go!" The pirate ships did not choose revenge; instead, they rowed in the opposite direction, leaving the battlefield.
Gendry had introduced an unexpected variable.
The Mercenaries were very pragmatic.
The black ships had few crew members; operating the oars and ballistas was not fully manned at this time, and they had suffered significant losses in boarding personnel, unable to withstand further losses.
Climbing from a lower position to a higher one was inherently dangerous.
The first wave of Mercenaries, thinking the Myr people were weak, had sacrificed their elite.
"Gods be praised!" Captain Dunster wept with joy, feeling he had escaped death.
The sailors didn't have time to clean the deck; instead, they sped away from the Stepstones.
Neither side had the will to fight to the death.
Gendry breathed a sigh of relief; his luck was pretty good.
He most feared the Mercenaries and the merchant ship fighting to the death, and even more, he feared reinforcements from the Stepstones Mercenaries.
The Mercenaries were wary of the people on the ship, and Gendry was also wary of the pirate ships fighting to the death.
Fortunately, the Mercenaries were ruthless and decisively left.
"Thank the heavens, the blade wasn't poisoned, it just broke the skin a little."
Qyburn quickly pulled up his sleeve, and Gendry applied some medicine.
"Myr gunpowder herb powder, it might sting a bit; what I sprinkled earlier was also this."
"Thank you!" The grey powder on Gendry's wound felt like burning fire, indicating a disinfecting effect.
"You have the talent of a fierce general!" Qyburn whispered.
"Your talent is excellent, and your psychological fortitude is good; on the battlefield, these are deadly!"
"Thank you so much!" Captain Dunster came to Gendry's side, and the Myr sailors and passengers applauded the Iron Masked Warrior.