Whitebeard didn't even glance at the-soon-to-be dead assassin when giving out his command.

And in the next second, hundreds of people ran towards Landon in flash. 

Looking at their movements, even if Lucia and the rest didn't understand the language, they could tell that these shameless pirates were unfairly targeting their saviour.

Panic spread through their hearts, as they felt that even if he was their saviour... he was human too.

So how can he handle all those men without sustaining any injuries?

They tried to help their saviour, but the enemies before them didn't even give them a chance, as they also engaged them in battle.

"You shameless bastards!

How dare you gang up on our saviour?"

"Yeah!

If you all are so tough, then why don't you fight one at a time?

Despicable!"

They angrily fought while releasing their dissatisfaction on the matter.

How was any of this fair?

They quickly turned their anger into motivation and fought with all their might.

As for Landon, he was like the wind.

His every move and strike was a terrifying one that instantly killed his opponents.

'Peu! Peu! Peu!'

The enemies dropped like flies in shock and confusion.

What the hell was going on?

Landon didn't even give them time to think, as he released several bullets from his silencers towards their vital parts.

The fortunate men only felt a sharp unbearable pain that seemed to firmly grip their heart as if trying to squish it mercilessly.

What sort of feeling was this?

They had never felt like this before.

Even sword injuries don't feel like this.

So what magical things injured them from those black sticks?

At this point, everything was a mystery to them.

Their bodies turned cold and their breathing began heavy.

Everyone felt stumped.

F***!

With this kind of weapon, how were they supposed to fight?

After being hit, it didn't even take up a second before they became lifeless.

They had been shot right in the skull, hearts and other quick-death regions.

How can this be happening?

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Lucia, who had been standing in the middle of a circular pile of dead bodies, had been utterly astonished.

That is, Landon had built a fort with the dead to keep her safe.

He would kill and throw their bodies in the air as if they were tiny pebbles of stone.

What was more miraculous was that the bodies landed the way he wanted them to.

And all his time, he had been fighting around the fort he had just built.

Lucia wanted to fight, but Landon refused because she would only be dragging him down since she was already injured.

She had been brutally kicked in the belly and also had several sharp sword wounds on her body.

So she wasn't in the right conditions for battle.

All she could do now was anxiously pray that everything went well.

And like a tornado, Landon uprooted everything in his path.

'Chack! Chack!'

Dammit!

He was out of bullets.

He looked at the many incoming enemies and quickly took action.

"Die!!!"

'Swish!'

Landon ducked, causing the enemy to accidentally stab an already dead enemy on the fort's wall.

"You good-for-nothing son of a b**ch!

Why won't you just die?"

'Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!'

Landon continued dodging the attacks from his enemies while reloading his silencers.

And when he was done, he smiled broadly.

That smile from him made his enemies shudder.

"You!

What the hell are you trying to do?

How dare you look at me in that way?

Die!!!"

'Peu! Peu! Peu! Peu!'

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More bullets rained on the scene, causing those who saw this to subconsciously step back in fear.

Lucia's men watched everything in awe and surprise.

As expected of their saviour, he wasn't an ordinary person.

And what was up with his immense strength?

What sort of warrior training had he undergone?

While Lucia's men felt the flames of hope in them grow fiercely, the pirates felt the opposite instead.

Whitebeard grabbed the railings of his ship angrily, as he watched everything unfold.

Who exactly was this assassin?

"I underestimated this rogue.

Nonetheless, his stamina should have gone down now.

So it's only a matter of time before he falls.

And when that happens, we'll have him right where we want.

So be prepared.

I don't believe that he will be able to take us all."

"Yes, Captain." 

Whitebeard stroked his white long curly beard while patiently waiting for Landon to break down just as planned.

They had 5 ships in total with at least 400 men in each ship (excluding the chained up slaves who were supposed to row the hips).

So they had roughly 2000 warriors on board.

As for Lucia and her men, they had lost so many people after leaving their home.

And now, they only had a little over 800 people that survived.

And presently, the pirates had already taken one of their lives, dwindling their numbers down to 400.

Of course, they too had killed several pirates as well.

But the pirates still outnumbered them.

So Whitebeard felt like they could still win this.

With time, he felt like both Landon and these dark-skinned people would lose their stamina.

But he soon found out that he was completely wrong.

Especially in the case of this arrogant assassin.

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As time flew by, Whitebeard's confident smile began cracking slowly.

This wasn't possible.

He opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Was he seeing this right?

Just one person had killed over 500 men in such a short period?

How?

If you had this skill, then aren't you the equivalent of an entire army alone?

The battleground soon evened up, and later became advantageous to Lucia and her men since they now outnumbered the pirates.

Sure enough, the table-turning technique of their Saviour was too inconceivable.

"Die!"

'Peu!' Peu!'

"No! No!

You're clearly cheating!

How are we supposed to fight against this?"

'Peu!'

"You tell us the truth, are you human?"

'Peu!'

"My name is Farshaw.

Remember my name because I will be the one to end... Ahhhh!'

'Peu! Peu! Peu! Peu!'

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