CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 71: THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THE WHITE SHARK (PART 2)

As Skuk hurled upward along a parabolic path, reaching the highest point, Aiven decisively fired his gun.

In the orange-red gunfire, a bullet drew a brilliant fiery line through the air. In "Strong Strike Mode," concealment is not considered at all, only the pursuit of faster, stronger, and more lethal shots!

In less than half a second, before even the sound could spread, it viciously drilled into White Shark Skuk’s right shoulder with a "boom," exploding a blood hole larger than a bowl.

"Aroo—"

"Wha...t...?"

Had he not instinctively shrunk his body with strong Beast Intuition at the critical moment, the bullet would have pierced through his chest. In this airborne, effortless state, even though he had sensed Aiven’s killing intent while aiming, he had no room to dodge.

Even until he was shot, White Shark Skuk had not anticipated that someone could interfere in the Peak Knight’s battle on his side!

Despite Skuk’s strength being almost six times the human limit, calling him a Superman is not an exaggeration. However, even if there were a whale shark with strength ten or dozens of times beyond human capability here, it likely wouldn’t be able to withstand this "Strong Strike" shot.

With its concentrated power, it only created a bowl-sized hole which was already a testament to his extraordinary constitution.

But that was not the end; just as the White Shark was about to fall back into the water, the second bullet followed closely.

"Ah! Never...!" Skuk’s already monstrous face twisted grotesquely at this moment, the deadly threat causing him to emit an inhuman roar.

Clang—

In a long resonant metallic sound, this bullet was narrowly blocked by the already prepared White Shark using a curved blade held in his left hand, but the cost was the blade being knocked out of his hand.

Splash!

His life was temporarily spared.

But for the White Shark, whether the shot landed on the shoulder or chest, whether it was one shot or two shots, the ending had long been destined.

For his enemy wasn’t just a Sniper Musketeer. Gel, watching like a tiger from the side, wouldn’t give him any more opportunities.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

This stretch of water began to boil anew, the battle more intense than at the beginning; evidently, the dying struggles of White Shark Skuk were not easily overcome.

Five minutes later, the sea area in the scope finally returned to calm.

After a while, with a "bang," the sea surface exploded.

Gel broke through the waves, dragging the seemingly shrunken White Shark Skuk swiftly across the water while waving at Aiven.

However, looking at his torn and blood-stained uniform, with several wounds still seeping blood, victory was clearly not easy.

Nonetheless, an ugly victory is still a victory; the notorious life of White Shark Skuk finally ends here!

"Whoosh—!"

Only now did Aiven finally let out a deep breath, lying back limply on the lookout tower. With the robust body of an Official Knight, he felt he couldn’t even lift his arms now.

A profound exhaustion nearly drowned him, not wanting to speak or move, only wishing to sleep soundly on the spot.

But soon, the cheers from below the mast woke him up.

"Ah—victory—"

"Hahaha, long live the Captain!"

"Oh—!"

Turns out the melee on the deck had ended long ago; the surviving sailors had already seen their Captain dragging Skuk’s corpse racing across the sea.

This scene, akin to the return of heroes in ancient myths, may linger in their memories for a long time...

Soon, Aiven was also discovered by the sailors; the cheers rose again, the sailors tossing him into the air repeatedly to celebrate the victory.

"Long live Captain Aiven!"

The achievements of Aiven in this battle were evident to all. Besides Gel personally slaying "White Shark" Skuk, the remaining three Extraordinary Knights all directly or indirectly perished by Aiven’s hand.

Moreover, witnessing the emergence of a Sniper Musketeer, using several Extraordinary beings as sacrificial offerings, defeating two Pirate Ships and hundreds of Pirates, it was simply a great moment that could be inscribed into a hymn.

"Long live Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Long live the Captain! Long live Captain Aiven!"

Having finally broken free from the overly enthusiastic sailors, Aiven’s sleepiness had long vanished. Just as he stood firm on the deck, he noticed Uncle Gel, already back on the Silver Wings, smiling at him.

Despite looking somewhat bedraggled, he stood as straight and reliable as a javelin.

"Aiven, you are the pride of the Galliot Clan, and my pride too!"

"Hahaha, thank you, Uncle Gel!" Although it’s true, receiving such praise from Gel made Aiven a bit embarrassed.

Gel didn’t say much more, patting Aiven on the shoulder. The young man’s shoulders are solid and broad, already capable of handling things on his own and even turning the tide.

"By the way, I damaged Sawfish’s helm, don’t let them get away." Aiven suddenly remembered that despite the situation being settled, there were still at least a hundred pirates on Sawfish that couldn’t be ignored.

"No problem, I’ll handle it myself. I’ll assign you a task: lead a team to clear the ’Shark Tooth.’ Got any issues?" Gel blinked at Aiven, especially emphasizing the word "clear."

Aiven instantly understood, gathering the spoils in advance! This time, not only is the ship filled with their own members but also several people under Vice Admiral Snite; after paying such a high price and almost being heroic, not grabbing some benefits would be a disservice.

This is a shared understanding between uncle and nephew.

Although Gel is righteous, he’s not rigid; if there’s profit to be had, he surely would grab a bite first; after all, a captain who fails to bring benefits to his crew can hardly gain their support.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Receiving this task, Aiven felt the pain in his body lighten a bit; others may not know, but he’s aware that "Shark Tooth" might still be hiding another Ocean Treasure! The mysterious fog at the beginning didn’t come out of nowhere.

Calling on Gary and Uncle Gel’s confidant Chris, along with seven or eight useful sailors, a group of people crossed over to Shark Tooth via tackles between the ships.

At a glance.

This Pirate Ship seemed empty, as if during the initial boarding battle, they had already sent out all their troops.

Flutter—

A few Needle-tailed Swifts dispatched by Aiven, relying on their small size, flitted in and out of the portholes on "Shark Tooth," exploring every hidden corner of the ship.

As Aiven stepped onto the deck, they flocked around him, continuously conveying the information they’d gathered.

"Captain Aiven not only possesses great strength but is favored by the Elf Swift in the heart of the storm; surely he will become a great figure on the oceans."

"Indeed, Big Brother Aiven is already a mighty Sniper Musketeer, a rare and fierce character even more impressive than a Great Knight on the seas!"

"..."

Ignoring the sailors’ conventional flattery, Aiven waved his hand for Gary and Chris to each lead a team, searching separately as he headed directly towards the Captain’s cabin.

The images transmitted by Needle-tailed Swift earlier made Aiven feel he must verify them personally.

"Don’t disappoint me, pirate sir!"