Cruel cheers and barbaric howls imitated the terrifying cries of the Cannibal Tribe.
In the East Sea Domain, a lawless place through and through, too many madmen who danced on a tightrope of life were born.
Liszt summoned the Junlin Sword, a sword of infinite ingenious uses. As the eerie black light swept over, the wounds on his body burned with a strange black mist, and in a moment, the injuries were healed, though they left marks like burns.
This completely subdued all the pirates under the Black Sail Captain.
Just as Liszt had said.
This was fair... A true man-to-man fight.
As the leader of this band of outlaws, Liszt switched faces faster than flipping a book, then chatted merrily with the key members aboard, not taking the earlier brush with death seriously at all.
