CHAPTER 1732: 48. GHOST SHIP

"Fifteen sea ships against eight, what are you afraid of?" The provocative captain, already dissatisfied with Buddha Bead Man’s command, immediately directed his subordinates, fiercely pouncing toward the Warhammer Team.

"Open fire, sink them." The captain arrogantly held the monocular telescope, pointing at the enemy.

Boom!

A cannon shell was fired for a test shot, followed by adjustments to the cannon gate.

The captain thought the opponent wouldn’t dare to retaliate, not escaping would be considered good luck, but in the blink of an eye, the thunderous cannon fire echoed across the sky, followed by a piercing whistle.

Cannon shells, with ripping-air noise, slammed into the captain’s flagship.

Boom, boom!

Most shells landed on the deck, scattering wood chips, leaving sailors with bruised heads and bleeding wounds.

Except for the group who had seen Tang Zheng exert his power before, all the other newly joined fleet captains were stunned, staring dumbfounded at their tortured companions.

"What are you waiting for? Fight back!" The captain shouted.

"Report, Captain, still not fully calibrated." The artillery captain was nearly frantic.

Just ten seconds, and the second wave of bombardment arrived, even harsher, the targeted flagship was directly riddled, its side leaking water.

The captain couldn’t dare to brag anymore, yelling hoarsely for sailors to quickly open the ship and retreat.

"Hit accuracy up to eighty percent, too terrifying, how did they do it?"

"It must be Seed Ability."

The captains all took out telescopes to observe, they weren’t foolish, seeing the firepower almost coming from the opposite flagship, guessed the reason.

"FU~CK, these eight ships are actually all part of the Warhammer Team’s fleet, how did they do it?" Finally, someone noticed something amiss; at most, they had only acquired five ships, but compared to the Warhammer Team, it was still an insurmountable gap.

"Why did only a fraction appear? Could the others be in ambush?" A deputy team member’s comment immediately heightened everyone’s nervousness; they were few, not knowing that Trojan for balance broke up those teams with large numbers.

Though this trial tested team strength, Trojan wouldn’t allow strong teams like the War Kings to gain an advantage right away.

The Alliance side was overthinking; Tang Zheng did not stop the bombardment. To avoid being attacked, he needed to instill fear in them, show strength and believe these guys wouldn’t take action.

Fifteen against eight, even with female musketeer assistance, Tang Zheng’s side was destined to lose since his flagship was targeted and couldn’t withstand.

Tang Zheng’s aim was to give the opponent a warning, to make them understand even if his side was defeated, they’d pay a heavy price, at least the first wave of targeted people would certainly suffer.

The Alliance was certainly disjointed; once hesitant with fear, it was Tang Zheng’s chance.

Sure enough, after the initial provocative captain ended in disgrace, the others fell silent, mentioning not sea battles but continuing sailing toward Redbeard Island.

The booming cannon fire ceased, the two fleets engaged in a fierce battle saw two suddenly appearing fleets, decisively stopping the attack, withdrawing a kilometer, like fierce Evil Wolves licking their wounds.

The sea surface was already dyed with blood, full of floating corpses, wooden splinters, various debris, over a dozen Sharks showing dorsal fins, delightfully feasting.

This was an island covered with coconut trees, golden sand sparkling under the Sun, paired with blue Seawater, astonishingly beautiful, complemented with some Bikini-clad women, simply the most perfect vacation paradise.

Yet now, the smell of blood pervaded, eyes eager to kill opponents collided in the air.

Tang Zheng’s hawk-behind-plan failed, around the island lingered over a dozen forces, nervously observing the Pirates.

"Look quickly." Dong Zixuan tugged Tang Zheng’s sleeve.

Not only Buddha Bead Man’s fleet, those two fleets recently battling also couldn’t wait to lower small boats, sailors striving to row toward the island.

"Sister Shangwu, you take command, Brother Xiu Ming, we’ll take a trip." Tang Zheng wasn’t in a hurry to plunder treasures; his main aim was to muddy the waters, kill some people.

"Don’t go, too dangerous." Fang Zhiwen advised, mainly worried Tang Zheng left and others couldn’t stabilize the situation.

"Stay quiet." Tang Zheng glared at the white, rich, and beautiful, and then selected twenty sailors, boarded a small boat, and rowed to the small island.

Footprints and corpses were the best signposts; several waves easily found the entrance at the bottom of a cliff.

The Conquerors were iron-hearted ruthless; bringing sailors was for cannon fodder. After lighting torches, they forced them to enter.

This was a naturally formed grotto, stalactites resembling bamboo shoots everywhere, apart from breathing sounds, only water drops.

The coolness pervaded, instantly dissipating the humid heat of the sea.

"Be cautious."

Tang Zheng and Jiang Xiuming walked in the middle, ensuring they weren’t the first to encounter an attack.

Some scavengers were gnawing on corpses, and upon seeing the living, they immediately pounced.

The battle erupted suddenly. Due to the gloom, the sailors’ vision was impaired, and in just one encounter, several bodies were left behind, unable to maintain formation, they kept retreating.

The Conquerors made their move. Although there was some chaos, they quickly controlled the situation.

After nearly an hour, they hadn’t reached the end of the cave, having encountered over a dozen ambushes, with even some corpses suddenly springing to life and attacking.

The sailors, witnessing this, were nearly collapsing. If not for the Conquerors’ brutal suppression, they would have fled.

The sound of fighting finally reached them. The end of the natural passage connected to a large cave, which only emerged during low tide.

At this moment, more than two hundred people were locked in fierce battle, including several fearless warriors. Their ferocity was unmatched, and with each strike, the cave seemed to quake, rocks crumbling.

"These people have controlled their power; it seems they don’t want to destroy this cave," Jiang Xiuming licked his lips, "Who do we kill?"

"Tang Zheng, I’ve been waiting for you, come quickly, or the ghost ship will be taken," Miranda was commanding a group of sailors to besiege the South American man with braids, teetering on the brink of danger.

Each time the braided man punched, he would knock a sailor flying, but these natives had evidently been hypnotized by Miranda, turning into zombie-like monsters, devoid of pain receptors, left only with combat consciousness.

Doctor Jack, with a moral obsession, was clad in white steel armor, resembling a medieval knight, wielding a long sword, persistently entangled with the braided man.

"Tang Zheng, we meet again," the braided man, who had once been fooled by Tang Zheng, showed a vicious smile upon seeing him.

The others also watched Tang Zheng warily.

Milan’s intention was to force Tang Zheng to stand with her; even if he disagreed, these people wouldn’t believe him.

"It seems you’re in a hurry to die," Tang Zheng shot a glance at Jiang Xiuming, who understood, cursing at the braided man, seemingly about to attack him, but actually targeting the nearest Conqueror, unleashing a full force psychic illusion.

Bang, the guy’s head was like being hit by a speeding high-speed rail, causing a brief dizziness.

Tang Zheng fired out, a white dwarf star above his head, gravity suppression fully unleashed, berserk, launching a fierce assault on him, Jiang Xiuming assisting from the side.

The unlucky one targeted had decent strength but stood no chance against a pinnacle of the third order and a strong one already stepping into the fourth order.

The daylily appeared, granting various bonus halos to the two, while casting debuffs on the enemy. The female musketeer and warrior appeared, causing interference and distraction.

Not only the targeted guy, but others also felt chills seeing Tang Zheng’s offensive. His ability was too comprehensive; he was a one-man team, controlling the field, healing, combined with ample firepower.

Without suspense, Tang Zheng took twenty seconds to crush him.

"Who’s next?" Jiang Xiuming showed a fierce expression, deliberately pointing to a weaker one, "How about this one?"

The named guy’s heart skipped a beat, and a momentary distraction allowed his opponent to seize the opportunity, a slash with a curved knife wounding him.

"No, choose this one," Tang Zheng randomly pointed at one.

"Don’t panic, this guy’s playing everyone," someone spoke up, "Stop, we haven’t even seen the treasure, don’t engage in a pointless fight."

After the tide receded, piles of gold coins, various gold and silver jewelry, jewels appeared in the cave. However, to the Conquerors, these would-be riches for ordinary people were trash, not worth fighting for.

"The real treasure is in the lower cave, it’s a ghost ship," Miranda persuaded Tang Zheng, "Kill these people, take the ship, it’s yours."

"That ghost ship’s combat power is equivalent to twenty sea ships; once obtained, you’d surely score high in this game," Jessica flirtatiously winked at Tang Zheng, trying to seduce him.

"Dream on, that ship is mine," the braided man exerted force, punching Jack away, suddenly turning and shooting toward the passage.

The braided man’s strength was formidable, blocking adversaries solo, letting his companions seize the ship, but after so long without news and wary of Tang Zheng’s strength, he altered tactics.

"Advance!" Miranda called Doctor Jack to lead the pursuit.

The others temporarily ceased hostilities, all chasing the braided man.

Rumblings echoed through the cave, as rocks continuously fell, striking the sailors and leaving their heads bloody.

This was a gradually ascending passage. As they reached the end, the view before them opened up; a crack like a scar in the sky greedily absorbed sunlight.

"How could this happen? Who did this?" the braided man raged, discovering that the group members he sent out were all dead, yet no one was supposed to be ahead.

No one cared about his roar; everyone’s attention was on the black ghost ship.

"What are you waiting for? Take the ship!" someone shouted, and those present, like enraged hornets, madly surged forward.

"Miranda, let’s cooperate," Tang Zheng unleashed gravity suppression; he wanted that ship.

"No problem, you block them, I’ll take the ship," Miranda didn’t intend to suffer losses; alliances were clearly no longer possible.

Tang Zheng wasn’t a god; he couldn’t control a large area, letting some Conquerors slip through, nearing the ghost ship.