'These idiots.'
If Sigurian had had limbs right now, he would have definitely covered his face, unable to bear the sight, 'Can you be any more foolish?'
'Bang.'
Under the shocked gazes of countless people, Bailuo sheathed the Eastern Truth Cross Sword and then returned it to his senior sister.
'Quite arrogant,' the senior sister said, 'They don't take us seriously at all.'
'Are they dead?'
'Not yet.'
Bailuo could sense that the Eastern Truth Cross Sword had not felt the response of slaying an enemy, obviously, the pirates weren't dead.
'It seems they are of the Miracle Troop Type above Heroic Level.'
The senior sister knew that Bailuo was not acting out of anger, he was using this strike to test the strength of the opposition.
'The Secret Technique of Master Level, after all, is too dispersed. Against Heroic Level, unless it's an exceedingly concentrated force, they cannot be slain.'
To be correct, unless it was like Sigurian, in an unguarded state.
