Chapter 105 This is not a battle, it's a massacre
“Chi chi chi—!”
The dense sound of cutting was like ten thousand silkworms devouring mulberry leaves at the same time.
On the deck shrouded in black mist, the sound made one's scalp go numb.
Tens of thousands of scalpels, condensed from pure Mental Energy, shuttled through the air.
They flickered with a dim purple light, carrying a deadly elegance.
They landed precisely on the thugs of the Skinning Cult.
“Ah!! My hand!”
“My face! Stop cutting! Help!”
The pig-slaughtering screams rose wave after wave.
These lunatics, who usually took pleasure in skinning others, finally experienced the despair of the prey.
Jiang Chen's Mental Energy scalpels did not directly slit their throats.
Instead, they acted like the most precise surgical instruments.
First, they shredded the Protective Aura they were so proud of.
Then, they sliced open the bloody leather armor stitched from human skin on their bodies.
Finally, the blades, thin as a cicada's wing, pressed against the edge of their flesh and gave a gentle flick.
Piece after piece of intact skin was neatly peeled away.
Blood gushed out, instantly staining the entire deck of the frigate red.
This was paying them back in their own coin.
“Devil... You're a devil!”
The Blood Hand Butcher lay in a pool of blood, watching his subordinates being skinned alive one by one.
On his fleshy face, the arrogance from before was long gone.
In its place was deep fear and madness.
His crushed right leg was still constantly gushing blood.
The intense pain stimulated his nerves, making him realize that if he didn't fight for his life now, it would all be over!
“I am a fifth-tier Grandmaster! I am the overlord of the Endless Sea!”
The Blood Hand Butcher let out a hysterical roar.
He suddenly slapped his chest and spat out a deep blue bead from his mouth.
That was a precious water-attribute treasure he had plundered in his early years—the 'Siren's Tear'.
“Blood Sea Raging Tide! Die for me!”
The Butcher directly crushed the bead, burning half of his Grandmaster essence blood.
Boom!
The surrounding seawater seemed to receive some kind of summons and began to boil frantically.
A blood-colored wave dozens of meters high rose into the sky from both sides of the frigate.
The waves converged in mid-air, transforming into a massive blood-colored Great Shark.
The Great Shark opened its bloody maw, large enough to swallow a house, and bit down towards Jiang Chen with world-destroying pressure.
This strike drained all of the Blood Hand Butcher's strength.
It also drained all the moisture around him.
“Hahaha! Let's die together! Pretty boy!”
The Butcher slumped on the ground, letting out a mad laugh.
He didn't believe that a freshman could block this life-overdrawing strike!
Facing the blood-colored Great Shark that blotted out the sky.
Jiang Chen stood in place, not even moving his feet an inch.
He just slightly raised his head.
Those eyes, burning with the black flames of annihilation, coldly glanced at the giant beast in the sky.
[Ding! Detected low-level water-attribute Divine Ability attack.]
[System evaluation: This little amount of water isn't even enough to wash the host's feet.]
[Warning: Target is attempting to use water to wet the host's spongebob pajamas. This is unforgivable!]
[Counterattack Mode: Nightmare Flame.]
A mocking, cold smile curled at the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth.
The temperature in the air didn't rise, nor was there any burst of scorching heat.
But the moment that aggressive blood-colored Great Shark came into contact with Jiang Chen's gaze.
It was like melting snow under a blazing sun.
The massive flow of water didn't even have time to fall before it directly vaporized in mid-air!
“Sizzle—!”
A large amount of white steam rose, filling the entire deck.
The blood shark, capable of heavily wounding a Grandmaster expert.
Hadn't even touched a single strand of Jiang Chen's hair before it was forcibly evaporated completely.
The Blood Hand Butcher's laughter was like being suddenly cut off by a rusty saw.
It came to an abrupt halt.
He widened his murky eyes, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.
“This... This is impossible...”
The Butcher's lips trembled violently, “What exactly is your Realm? Are you a War God?!”
A single glance.
Just one look had shattered the strongest strike of his life!
This absolute gap in strength completely crushed the Blood Hand Butcher's final Dao Heart.
Jiang Chen slowly withdrew his gaze and stepped forward, walking toward the Butcher.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of cotton slippers stepping in blood was exceptionally clear on the silent deck.
“Thump!”
The Blood Hand Butcher could no longer hold on.
Ignoring the sharp pain in his broken leg, his only remaining left leg knelt on the ground.
His intact left hand braced firmly against the deck as he frantically kowtowed to Jiang Chen.
“Great one! Ancestor! Grandfather!”
The Butcher kowtowed while weeping bitterly, “I was wrong! I had eyes but couldn't see Mount Tai! I'll be your dog!”
“I have a lot of money! The Skinning Cult's treasury all belongs to you!”
“Please just let me go like a fart!”
This scene left the heavily injured Su Qingyue and Little Fatty Chen in the back dumbfounded.
The murderous Devil King, who had been so arrogant just now and threatened to skin them.
Was now like a stray dog wagging its tail for mercy, humble to the extreme.
Jiang Chen stopped in front of the Butcher.
He looked down at this blood-covered, pathetic piece of scum.
In his eyes where black flames flickered, there wasn't a single trace of pity.
“Pay me?”
Jiang Chen's voice was extremely hoarse, carrying an undisguised loathing.
“My dreams are very expensive. Your stinking meat isn't worth that price.”
He slowly reached out his right hand.
Purple-black Mental Energy gathered in his palm, transforming into an invisible giant hand.
It directly grabbed the Blood Hand Butcher's head.
“No! Don't kill me!” the Butcher let out a final wail.
“Which hand did you use just now to injure my butler?”
Jiang Chen's gaze sharpened.
The invisible Mental Energy hand suddenly exerted force.
“Crack!”
The Butcher's left arm, from shoulder to fingertips, shattered inch by inch, turning into a pile of mush.
“Ah!!!”
“And which foot did you use just now to kick my air conditioner?”
“Crack!”
The Butcher's only remaining left leg was also completely crushed.
Jiang Chen's movements were very slow, like crushing a disgusting cockroach.
Every sound of bone breaking was accompanied by the Butcher's shrill, distorted screams.
He was like a broken ragdoll, slumped in a pool of blood, barely breathing.
“Finally.”
Jiang Chen leaned down, his gaze cold to the extreme.
“In your next life, remember to walk quietly. Don't disturb other people's sleep again.”
As the words fell.
Jiang Chen's fingers suddenly clenched.
“Bang!”
The Blood Hand Butcher's head, along with his evil Soul.
Under the pressure of Mental Energy, directly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, completely dead.
The notorious pirate leader had met his end.
Without even a complete corpse remaining.
Watching that headless corpse fall, the remaining lackeys of the Skinning Cult had their psychological defenses completely collapse.
“Devil! He's not human!”
“Run! Get off this ship!”
Someone shouted.
Dozens of still-living, terrified pirates scrambled toward the ship's railing.
They threw away their knives, not even daring to return to the ghost ship.
To save their lives, they jumped over the railing into the churning deep sea like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
“Splash! Splash!”
The sound of falling into the water was continuous.
They would rather feed the sharks in the cold seawater than face this living Yama in spongebob pajamas.
Jiang Chen stood by the railing, not making a move to stop them.
The sea breeze blew against his spongebob pajamas, which were stained with a few drops of blood.
He quietly watched those pirates struggling in the waves and swimming away.
The black flames in his eyes gradually receded, turning into a cruel, cold smile.
[Ding! Detected a large amount of trash attempting to pollute the marine environment.]
[System hint: Releasing tigers back to the mountain is inadvisable, and releasing pigs back to the sea also pollutes the water quality.]
[Suggestion to host: Perform harmless disposal.]
Jiang Chen rested his hands on the railing, the sea breeze lifting the stray hairs on his forehead.
He looked at the sea surface, his voice so soft only he could hear it.
“Jumping into the sea?”
“Do you really think... the sea is safe?”
He slowly raised his right hand, palm down.
Across a dozen meters of void, facing that churning black sea surface.
He gently pressed down.
A true deep-sea funeral was about to begin.