Chapter 1742: Chapter 57 Blade Empress’s Warship

Li Yuan, as a key subordinate of the Low Dragon King, was naturally a prime target. Tang Zheng would rather abandon chasing others to eliminate him.

The Spirit wrapped around Li Yuan’s body, continuously injecting Life Energy, making him dart through the seabed like a marlin.

“Chase him.” Jiang Xiuming ordered, but unfortunately, the Skeleton Sailors ignored him and only listened to Tang Zheng’s commands.

Li Yuan fled in the direction his allies had gone. Because he was underwater, Cannon Shell fire weakened, but he couldn’t stay for long. Once he surfaced, he was sure to face concentrated Firepower.

Wheeze, Li Yuan, panting heavily, caught up with the fleet, leaping out like a whale surfacing, trying to board the battleship.

Bang, Xiang Ning unleashed a Mental Attack, causing Li Yuan to shudder and fall back down.

“Crazy woman, what the fuck are you doing?” Li Yuan was furious; he had relied on momentum to jump, and standing still wouldn’t reach the deck height.

“Nothing much, just slowing you down for the Warhammer Team.” Xiang Ning didn’t believe Tang Zheng would spare them out of past cooperation. His Ghost Ship could sweep a fleet, and even proposing an alliance had no Temptation.

“You want to kill me? Go fuck yourselves!” Li Yuan changed direction, swimming to the right. He recalled a Reef group thirty miles away, thinking it might help him escape.

The remaining pirate ships scattered, each hoping the others would attract the Ghost Ship’s Firepower.

“Bone Hand Capture!”

Tang Zheng’s chest swelled as he exhaled a white gas that coalesced into a Model Ship, launching his ultimate ability.

With a roar, a giant bone hand emerged from the sea, grabbed the nearest pirate ship, and dragged it into the Seawater.

In the creaking noises, cracks formed in the ship.

Li Yuan hadn’t swum even a mile before Tao Ran and Jiang Xiuming intervened. A Psychic Illusion swept the nearby sea surface, causing a brief daze, while the Sword of Damocles appeared above Li Yuan, ready to strike.

Li Yuan, to his credit, dodged the lethal attack but took a hit that colored the Seawater red with his blood.

Tang Zheng gave a commanding grab, activating the Hand of Gravity, pulling up a water droplet like a whale spouts, with Li Yuan helplessly struggling inside.

“Did you really think we couldn’t handle you?” Tang Zheng squeezed with his right hand, crushing Li Yuan with the Hand of Gravity, then released a Magic Bullet Bombing.

“Have the guts to duel me one-on-one?” Li Yuan fell into the Seawater, battered and torn up, frustrated and unwilling but helpless.

With big fish still on the hunt, Jiang Xiuming had no time to waste with Li Yuan, unleashing the highest power Spiritual Slaughter.

Tao Ran and Yin Shangwu delivered the final blows, sending Li Yuan on his way.

After speeding for over ten minutes, Li Kelun relaxed, thinking they were safe, when he noticed a fleet pursuing two sea ships.

“Yo, luck is good today, three more fish.” Buddha Bead Man laughed, “Let the Indian girl lead the hunt.”

“Sister Ah Meng, look, they’ve split up.” Zeng Fanghai nudged Su Ameng’s sleeve, urging her, “Speed up the escape!”

“That Buddha Bead Man might as well be chasing shit, so close behind.” Lin Chen grumbled, regretting following Su Han into the Holy Land War. They expected benefits, but only found dead ends.

Su Ameng was dazed, completely ignoring Zeng Fanghai.

“Sister Ah Meng, speak up. The Group Leader is dead, everyone counts on you now.” Zeng Fanghai pushed Su Ameng, trying to shake her out of her stupor.

This team was quite unfortunate. Initially prosperous, but while treasure hunting, ran into the War King’s fleet. If Vasily and Bingxu hadn’t faced off and chased after the treasure, Su Ameng wouldn’t have escaped.

The remaining Group Members’ morale plummeted, drifting for two days before bumping into Buddha Bead Man’s team, worsening their situation, chased like stray dogs.

Li Kelun and Zeng Fanghai racked their brains, trying to devise a retreat strategy, only to suddenly see the ships behind them retreating rapidly, leaving them dumbfounded.

“Abandoning a sure thing?” Xiang Ning quickly realized her worries were unfounded, as the Ghost Ship appeared in sight, and the fleets fled, obviously fearing it.

“Fuck, it’s the Warhammer Team again.” Buddha Bead Man kept a cool head, knowing those allies had been scared stiff by previous combat. Even if he wanted to fight, they wouldn’t agree.

Tang Zheng could defeat a Ghost Ship with a few sea ships; now, owning it, anyone could guess he’d be exceedingly powerful.

No signal flags exchanged opinions; the ships began fleeing rapidly.

“Meeting old friends once again, what are we waiting for? Let’s take them down.” Jiang Xiuming whistled cheekily, laughing proudly as he watched the others flee.

Li Kelun and Su Ameng’s battered team had no chance of lasting, prompting Tang Zheng to focus on Buddha Bead Man.

The Magic Cannon thundered, submerging the last ship in Cannon Shells, setting flames ablaze.

Buddha Bead Man’s gang hadn’t been idle these days; they paid a hefty sum to buy Props from the Old Man that could accelerate a sea ship while replenishing at the Harbor. Now it came in handy.

Li Kelun looked at the ghost ship completely ignoring him and relentlessly chasing a fleet, feeling a bitter taste on the corner of his mouth as he realized he was treated like a minor fish.

“The Warhammer Team is really powerful,” Pan Hui envied exceedingly. How great would it be to be with Tang Zheng? She has long wanted to leave the game, but Li Kelun threatened her, leaving her no choice.

The fleet’s speed varied, and half an hour later, they were distanced from each other, which inadvertently benefited Tang Zheng.

Though not afraid of being besieged by the enemy, there’s nothing quite as satisfying as concentrating firepower on a lone sea ship. While moving at high speed, the hit rate decreased, yet on average, five minutes was sufficient to destroy a ship.

Allies couldn’t hold out any longer, seeing they couldn’t shake off Tang Zheng, they broke apart without hesitation; they weren’t fools, recognizing that Buddha Bead Man was most likely the target.

Tang Zheng wasn’t in a hurry, trailing Buddha Bead Man’s team like a dull knife, gradually slicing away his strength. After half a day, the original fleet of eleven ships was reduced to seven, making Buddha Bead Man feel as if his heart was bleeding.

“Group Leader, we can’t keep going like this; otherwise, we’ll be defeated one by one,” the chief mate suggested, not intending to go hard against Tang Zheng, but rather suggesting Buddha Bead Man throws out bait to let the flagship escape.

Buddha Bead Man was defiant before, besieging Tang Zheng, with the result of losing two ships, leaving nothing but wooden debris on the sea surface while not even hurting a strand of the ghost ship’s hair.

“You fool,” Buddha Bead Man kicked over the chief mate. If they split up, the bait would definitely be himself; Tang Zheng, even if foolish beyond cure, would know the greatest advantage of killing a group leader.

Just as Buddha Bead Man was anxiously pacing, an opportunity appeared; a fleet of thirty warships emerged on the horizon, flying the UK national flag, speeding toward them.

“Haha, there’s hope!” Seeing their compatriots, Buddha Bead Man instantly regained his spirit, “Quick, charge up, signal them, ask for help.”

The pioneer didn’t signal the flagship, knowing the group leader’s character, he definitely wouldn’t attack fellow countrymen.

“One ship chasing seven into a panic-stricken retreat, the opponent seems formidable,” Blade Empress exclaimed, dressed in a white military uniform, with a ship-shaped hat, stunningly charismatic.

“Elizabeth, your Highness, the opponent is the Warhammer Team, their ride is a ghost ship; please be careful.” Under protection, Buddha Bead Man stood on the deck like a servant, saluting the flagship remotely.

“Your actions embarrass the British Empire; please leave!” Elizabeth chastised Buddha Bead Man, issuing a decree of eviction; she hated cowards.

Not intimidated by the demon ship opposite, Blade Empress issued an attack order, the fleet deployed in a line, moving to attack the Warhammer Team.

Buddha Bead Man didn’t argue back, inwardly hoping they’d fight to mutual destruction.

“Be cautious, it’s the British Seed Team,” Jiang Xiuming worried Tang Zheng would face thirty alone, hurriedly reminding, “Should we compete on ship speed first?”

“Mm,” Tang Zheng didn’t want to act rashly. Through the telescope, he observed the neatly dressed soldiers on the opposing deck, all spirited, working orderly, perfectly like a machine.

“Send the fast ship to tie them down,” Elizabeth commanded.

Nightmare Loli, unable to contain herself, shouted, urging the sailors to move faster, charging forward.

Although having a good impression of Tang Zheng, Mirene wouldn’t sacrifice the small for the big; she planned to help her sister win the Holy Land War championship.

“These are no ordinary ships,” Fang Zhiwen’s expression changed as she saw the warships speeding like sharks rushing forward, “We should escape quickly.”

Yin Shangwu quickly strode to the white, rich, and beautiful woman and slapped her cheek.

“If you say such things again, a beating will be the least of your concerns.”

Fang Zhiwen snuck a glance at Tang Zheng, realizing he didn’t pay her any attention, causing her heart to break and tears to fall.

“Open fire, open fire,” Mirene’s crisp shout pierced the air, as the artillery started its thunderous roar. These were evidently purchased magic cannons, with long range.

“Aim accurately,” Mirene complained.

Cannon shells fell around the ghost ship like raindrops; occasionally, one landed on the deck but caused no damage.

“Push forward and counterattack!” This time, three hundred teams would pass through the test to acquire the ghost ship, indicating Tang Zheng almost set foot into the fourth game.

Given the opposing team was a seed team, Tang Zheng didn’t want to start a conflict rashly, pointless consumption of strength; however, with the opponent so overwhelming, hesitating to strike back would be shameful.

“Stay calm; Blade Empress’s flagship is likely also a demon ship. If we engage, we might lose our previous advantage,” Jiang Xiuming cautioned, face-saving counts for nothing; passing the level matters most.

Tang Zheng shook his finger, signaling him not to speak further.

Skeleton Sailors retaliated after a trial shot, serving with magic bullets, precisely hitting, making Bullet Rain fall on Mirene’s warship.

Buzz, a layer of golden shield shone out, protecting the warship; despite the magic bullets blooming into flames, they hadn’t breached.

Elizabeth naturally wouldn’t have her sister out unprotected without preparing defense props; otherwise, she wouldn’t have allowed her to engage.

“Interesting, this kind of enemy is worthwhile!” Tang Zheng waved his hand, the Skeleton Sailors understood and maneuvered the ship, ready to turn around. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets on qidian.com; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users are invited to read on m.qidian.com.)