Chapter Thirty-Seven: Frenzied Slaughter, Invincible in the Rainy Night!

“They’re all blood-stained pirates—kill every last one of them!”

Bai Xuan was deep in the throes of battle, his blood surging to his pupils, the vertical green slits in his eyes terrifying beneath the rain. With each step, he reaped a life, covering more than ten meters; already seven or eight bodies lay behind him, all slain by his spear, some even split at the head.

“That’s the true legacy of internal spear mastery!”

Boss Qian saw it all clearly.

He recognized the formidable skill of his opponent, but his heart hardened, and with a sudden charge, he lunged forward.

He had seen through his opponent’s strength, and now was the time to strike!

“Hmm?”

Bai Xuan sensed the new threat at once. With a sweep of his fish spear, he forced back more than ten pirates around him. Amidst a thunderous clash, his spear met the long blade of his adversary, the sheer force enough to blast the rain into mist and set the deck trembling.

“You’ve got guts, attacking my ship alone. Impressive nerve, but I’m afraid you won’t live to leave!”

Boss Qian let out a low growl.

In the blink of an eye, his blade flickered, striking at Bai Xuan again and again. The blade’s movements were unpredictable—sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes razor-sharp—an unending onslaught.

He was no mere beginner, but a notorious pirate lord who had roamed these seas for years, now the eighth leader of the Starhunters. Ordinary captains fell to his blade without number.

It wasn’t just his robust vitality; his swordsmanship was also a true inheritance, brought to a peak—supple and hard, lethal and cunning!

Now, with a step, Boss Qian seemed to move in eight directions at once, flickering as a phantom around Bai Xuan—front, back, left, right—revealing astonishing agility.

“What speed!”

Bai Xuan’s pupils narrowed, unable to evade in time.

The cold iron fish spear in his hands managed to block only half the blows; the rest, even with his Shark Dueler footwork, could not be dodged. The enemy’s steps were too intricate, overwhelming his own.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Each stroke sent shockwaves, shattering rain into mist. The pirates around them paled in horror.

“Damn it, is that even a human body-training technique?”

Boss Qian cursed as he struck again.

He unleashed seventeen consecutive strikes, yet all Bai Xuan revealed were bronze scales shimmering over his body, shaking off the blade’s edge without a scratch, leaving only fading white marks that vanished in moments.

“We can’t let him keep attacking.”

On the other hand, Bai Xuan’s mind remained icy calm.

He could sense—though his opponent could not break through his bronze skin and iron bones, each attack still shook his own Qi and blood. He had only just broken through the third barrier of vitality, and the opponent’s strikes were powerful enough to remain a threat if left unchecked.

“His footwork is too strong; I can’t land a hit with the spear. Change targets.”

Swish!

Bai Xuan thrust his spear. Boss Qian darted aside instantly, but the next moment, Bai Xuan altered course, charging into the cluster of pirates, his spear sweeping through them—each strike felling a pirate, blood spraying.

Boss Qian was faster, his vitality greater, his swordsmanship utterly dominant—but against Bai Xuan’s bronze skin and iron bones, he was completely impotent.

“Surround him!”

A murderous glint flashed across Boss Qian’s face.

In a heartbeat, several pirate experts lunged, sword-light flashing, weaving through the rain like darting fish, blades thrusting for Bai Xuan’s eyes.

“Wave-Cleaving Blade: Sea-Sunder!”

Elsewhere, Boss Qian’s blade flashed as his Qi and blood exploded to the limit; the blade shimmered with a hint of blade-light, like a bolt of lightning gathering the power of heaven and earth, its might reaching the apex.

This pirate ship was Boss Qian’s flagship—how could it carry only one expert who’d broken through the third vitality barrier?

There were two such masters aboard. Now, together they attacked, one from the front, one from behind. For a moment, Bai Xuan seemed trapped in a deathly predicament.

But—

“Let me show you—the Dragnet perfected, unleashed with full force!”

A savage killing intent twisted Bai Xuan’s features. “Die!”

Boom!

He had not yet unleashed the full power of the Dragnet, only relying on the strength of three vitality breakthroughs to test his new skills.

Now, he erupted with all his might. The cold iron fish spear moved with a sudden blur, becoming a phantom as it flashed through the air.

Boom!

The lead deputy’s face changed dramatically. He hurriedly raised his sword to block, but the spear smashed forward with unimaginable force. His expression froze in shock, and with a sickening crack, both his arms were dislocated, his body flung sideways across the deck.

“Out of my way!”

Bai Xuan barked coldly.

Fully committed, his green vertical pupils glowed with terror; the sweep of his spear sent the remaining master—who had also broken through three vitality barriers—reeling, weapon nearly torn from his grasp.

“Damn it! What power is this?”

Boss Qian’s eyes were wide with fear. In desperation, he unleashed his full might. He believed this strike rivaled a half-step grandmaster, but with a metallic clang, the blade-light struck Bai Xuan’s back—only to barely break the green scales, leaving a bloody mark without piercing the iron bones.

Bai Xuan ignored the wound, charging forward. His left palm, taking on a blue-black metallic sheen, slammed down on the deputy’s body, driving him into the deck with tens of thousands of pounds of force, shattering half his bones.

“The first!”

Witnessing this, the remaining master’s face changed drastically; he leapt backward, panic rising—he sensed mortal danger and tried to flee.

“You can’t escape—Shark Dueler’s Maelstrom Spear!”

Bai Xuan spun, spear flashing in his grip. He unleashed his strongest attack; in an instant, the deck seemed to flare. The spear pierced through the rain, roaring forward. The fleeing master slashed with his sword, but the swirling force of the spear deflected it, and the spearhead punched through his skull.

“The second!”

Bai Xuan’s spear trembled; the man’s head exploded, blood and flesh raining down. Bai Xuan hefted his cold iron spear, his face a mask of merciless intent as he turned to Boss Qian.

“Retreat!”

Without a word, Boss Qian sprang back.

He felt the chill of death welling up from within. Witnessing the terrifying might of his foe, the slaughter of his two subordinates, he knew there was no defeating this enemy—his only option was to flee.

What kind of monstrous strength was this? What kind of invincible body technique? Without the power of a half-step grandmaster, it was impossible to overcome such a foe. In all his life, Boss Qian had never encountered anyone like this.

“Retreat!”

All fighting spirit gone, Boss Qian had no will to remain.

Splash!

He vaulted over the gunwale, arrowing into the churning waves below. The torrential rain veiled him from sight—he vanished as if swallowed by the sea, impossible to find.

But Bai Xuan’s lips curled into a ferocious grin.

“Competing with me in the water?”

This was the open sea—no matter how refined your footwork, where could you possibly escape?

Swish!

He slipped into the water without making a sound. Moments later, a faint bloom of blood appeared, barely visible through the rain. With a crash, Boss Qian burst from the waves, his legs wounded and bleeding, terror etched on his face.

“His swimming is like a fish—too frightening!”

Despair clawed at Boss Qian’s heart. Trapped and desperate, he let out a wild roar, his eyes blazing red.

“Blood-Burning Secret Art—let’s settle this!”

“A dead end.”

Killing intent blazed in Bai Xuan’s eyes as he leapt aboard, cold iron spear ringing in his hands. The clash with his opponent resumed.

At first, the blade-light flashed, deftly avoiding the spear’s tip, scoring Bai Xuan’s green scales. But as time passed, the spear’s movements gathered a mysterious momentum, drawing upon the rain and sea to form a vast maelstrom that enveloped everything. Gradually, Boss Qian’s swordplay was forced back—he could no longer break through.

“He’s using me to refine his spear technique? Damn it!”

“Blood-Burning Sacrifice Blade!”

Boss Qian unleashed eleven strikes, all blocked by Bai Xuan’s spear. Despair flooded his heart; with a final roar, he sacrificed all defense, focusing his Qi and blood into a single blade-light, slashing with everything he had.

“Die—!”

“Shark Dueler’s Maelstrom Spear!”

Bai Xuan’s gaze remained icy calm.

His spear shifted, and for an instant, only a cold, dim star flashed in the downpour, piercing through Boss Qian’s heart. Blood spouted like a fountain; with a final twist, tens of thousands of pounds of force exploded, pulverizing his chest.