Pirate Martial Emperor

The strong and the weak are treated differently. !

When the weak are bullied, everyone will always sympathize with them.

But when the same treatment is given to the strong, the onlookers will reveal their stingy side - not even cheap sympathy will be given.

Of course, unlike the weak, the strong need no sympathy at all.

"Ahem~~This guy, ahem~~You do it or I do it!"

Staring at Sal Valdo holding a musket across from him, Ohta Sasaki coughed hard and spoke calmly.

In his heart, even if he is seriously injured now, it will not prevent him from killing the opponent.

"Do you still have the strength?!"

Wang Yue clearly understood that human beings are creatures that often overestimate themselves, just like Ota Saaki now.

He had no idea that Wang Yue's fist, which was packed with nine levels of power, even displaced his internal organs at the moment when the power burst out.

At this moment, in Wang Yue's eyes, he was a useless person with no power to move.

"Then, leave it to you!"

After trying several times but failing to get up from the ground, Ota Sasaki stared at Wang Yue's face seriously and spoke to Wang Yue in an unusually serious manner.

"Oh, leave it to me?!"

Feeling that his own physical condition was also not optimistic, Wang Yue felt a touch of bitterness on his face.

"I will be shot to death for the rest of my life. This life..."

My heart surged wildly like an overwhelming river.

But just like at the last moment of his life, Wang Yue didn't have any fear in his heart.

The muscles all over the body swelled wantonly at this moment, and the fine blood vessels were tightly entangled in the muscles like tiny green horned dragons.

At this moment, Wang Yue no longer even cared about his wounds, which were instantly filled with blood due to the tangled muscles. He held his head high and proudly, as proudly as an emperor reviewing his own army.

Wang Yue is now proud of his qualifications. After defeating the strongest person in the elite class, Wang Yue has now become the undoubted strongest person.

At this moment, no matter how gorgeous and dazzling Sal Valdo is on the opposite side, he will always be overshadowed by the shadow of Wang Yue, the strongest man in the recruit camp.

At this moment, he was proud, he was arrogant, and he was undoubtedly the strongest individual soldier present.

Wang Yue spoke, extremely coldly:

"At first, I was very disappointed with this school."

Wang Yue paused and continued to speak.

"Because there are too many people here!"

Wang Yue spoke coldly and stepped forward: "It is said that the naval training camp has cultivated 30% of the navy's combat strength for nearly [-] years. However, everyone knows clearly that the real elite will never be most!"

Wang Yue's words were like the sharpest blade, cold and bone-chilling, carrying the power to deeply strike people's hearts.

However, this power is so cold that even just words can cause goose bumps all over the body.

However, the next moment, Wang Yue suddenly smiled, his smile was as warm and bright as the spring sunshine.

"When I knew there was an elite class, I was happy inside, not because of anything else, just because of two words, screening!!"

Wang Yue spoke domineeringly: "Real gold is not afraid of fire. Only those who survive through the screening are worthy of being called elites, the best sailors!!"

Suddenly, Wang Yue's voice deepened: "However, I found that I was wrong. Waste dregs can only become more useless after being tempered, and it is impossible to become real gold."

Silence, except for Salvaldor opposite who looked increasingly gloomy, the only color left on everyone's face was silence.

There was no applause, no encouragement. All Wang Yue had at this moment was his own fists, the thoughtful gazes of everyone around him, and finally, Sal Valdo's almost crazy expression.

Elite, in Sal Valdo's view, if he can enter the naval training camp and the elite class, it proves that he is an elite better than his peers. But now he is called an elite by a recruit from the ordinary class. What an insult this is, what an anger this is! ! !

"To shut up!!!"

An explosive roar erupted wantonly from Sal Valdo's throat, and at the same time, the musket in his hand, which was originally as steady as a rock, began to shake as if he was drunk.

"What qualifications do you have to criticize me? You were just a naval handyman before. How do you have the qualifications to teach me, the only male heir of the Sal family, a lesson!!!"

Ferocious, Sal Val is infinitely ferocious in many ways.

At this moment, the blue veins on his cheeks popped out like a ghost from hell, ferocious and terrifying.

"Qualifications, you ask me what qualifications I have!!!"

Staring at Salvaldor who looked crazy across the way, Wang Yue spoke with a serious face and slowly approached.

There is a saying in the Boxing Sutra: If you are close at hand and the enemies are exhausted, the common man will be angry and his blood will flow for five steps! ! !

This is not an empty talk, at least for Wang Yue.

As long as he is five steps away from the opponent, the experienced Wang Yue can kill him completely before the opponent pulls the trigger.

That's why Wang Yue spoke so impassionedly, even touching the softest part of the other person's heart.

There are only two steps left! !

Staring at the distance between him and Sal Valdo, Wang Yue's eyes flashed.

boom! ! !

However, before Wang Yue could finish his words, Salvaldo, who was facing him with a ferocious face, had already raised the muzzle of his gun and suddenly pulled the trigger in Wang Yue's direction.

With a muffled sound, a soft lead bullet traced a perfect curve and hit Wang Yue's left chest and heart.

Wang Yue had rich experience in fighting enemies. He even lost his life under the siege of dozens of modern guns in his lifetime. Although Wang Yue's strength at this moment had not reached the height of his lifetime, the muskets on the opposite side were not fired by his lifetime. Modern guns that travel faster than the speed of sound.

Even the moment the opponent fired, Wang Yue felt a sense of terror that made his scalp numb.

At the critical moment, Wang Yue and Qian turned their bodies sideways slightly, but Wang Yue's action was not completed yet.

Because Wang Yue at this moment was not intact as he was 10 minutes ago. He suffered two stab wounds and his movements were a little slow.

"asshole!!"

After a low roar burst out from between his teeth, Wang Yue smelled the familiar smell of gunpowder smoke, and at the same time, the tearing pain was transmitted to Wang Yue's nerves.

"kaka~"

Although Wang Yue was shot, he did not fall to the ground. At this moment, he was still standing, so he could clearly see Sal Valdo's reloading action.

Wang Yue wanted to move forward, wanted to take two more steps, wanted to kill him completely, but in the end Wang Yue was still half a step slower. At the moment when his palm turned into a mouth and was about to stab, Sal Valdo's His finger was already on the trigger.

Done! !

At that moment, this was the only word that came to Wang Yue's mind.

Clang!brush! !Snapped! ! !

However, Wang Yue never felt the pain that came as promised. The moment Salvador pulled the trigger, Wang Yue clearly saw a bright silver sword with an unknown position, like an antelope hanging its horns. It swept forward elegantly and cut Sal Valdo's wrist in an instant.

His hand was broken, and the musket fell to the ground with a clatter.

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