Pirates: I was born to be a king

There was a trace of surprise on Noah's face. He held the short blade in his backhand and slashed it in the air a few times. It felt quite smooth, and then he rushed over with breathless concentration.

This group of boys saw Noah suddenly conjuring a short knife. This magical scene made them look at each other with hesitation. They didn't know what was going on?

Could it be magic?

But when the younger brothers saw that Noah just conjured a short knife and then rushed towards them without retreating, the younger brothers felt that it was nothing more than that, and their faces showed morbid excitement. You thought it was a dozen Seven, now it's seven against one, how do you think we lose?

"Kid, don't think you can scare us away by conjuring a short knife with no magic or circus tricks. Who do you think we are?!"

The younger brothers shouted and pressed forward, but their momentum did not drop at all.

Noah had a relaxed and comfortable smile on his lips, his eyes revealed firmness and calmness, and he held a short blade in his hand, looking full of confidence.

Noah used magic to strengthen his physical fitness, and then his figure became like black lightning and rushed over. His movements were so fast that people could not see clearly.

The younger brother who bore the brunt felt that Noah's figure was blurred, and then a touch of warmth came from his throat. His hand couldn't stop trembling and he wiped it on his neck, which was stained with blood. He hurriedly covered his neck, but it was a pity that Noah's The blade had already cut his windpipe, and he could only kneel down with regret.

Noah's figure did not linger for a moment. Every time he swung the knife, he accurately hit or cut open the vital points of these gangsters. Too many attacks were quick and decisive, without any sloppiness.

The two hooligans following behind were so frightened that they stopped and turned around and ran in the direction of their boss.

Noah smiled disdainfully and left his back to the enemy. This would not make him die faster. After all, their speed was nothing compared to Noah. Of course, if he didn't run, he would definitely die, but Noah still didn't like to see this. People, because such people are the same.

"Oh, miscellaneous cultivators are just miscellaneous cultivators, boring souls!"

Noah dodged and swung the short blades in his hand one after another, and the two gangster boys fell to the ground with a scream.

The whole process went smoothly, and the gangster leader was stunned for a moment. By the time he reacted, all his younger brothers were already dead.

"Okay, uncle, you're the only one left. It's time to send you and your old brothers to reunite. After all, they are your lovely little brothers. I believe you won't let them down."

Noah said innocently to the gangster leader in front of him in the cruelest words.

"Um, um, little...little...little brother, I think we can talk."

The gangster leader looked at Noah, who was approaching step by step, and spread his hands on his chest, expressing his hope that Noah would calm down.

"Little brother, I can explain!"

"Please~, uncle, you have drawn your sword, doesn't it mean that you are ready to risk your life? Don't show such an expression, it's so shameful!"

Seeing that the gangster leader was so frightened that his eyes and noses ran out, Noah felt very bored. Even his original idea of ​​​​moving his muscles a little faded away.

Now Noah just wants to end this battle quickly, and the murderous intention in his heart begins to emerge. For him, the fight just now was just playing a game, but now Noah is really murderous when he sees the scene in front of him. .

"Do you regard attacking me as a game that can be stopped at any time? Go to hell, miscellaneous cultivator!"

Noah glared with red eyes, then poured magic power into the dagger and threw it out.

The short blade was blessed by magic and shot towards the gangster leader's head at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Before the gangster leader could react, the short blade had already penetrated his head. Then he came back with snot, tears and an incredible expression. Fall down.

As soon as it hit the ground, the short blade exploded with a "boom", and the whole head was blown into a piece of black coal.

"Oh? It seems that because this short-blade prototype is not a Noble Phantasm or a powerful weapon, it contains too little magic power. As a result, the disillusionment did not even blow up the head to pieces, but the human brains in this world are also Pretty hard.”

Noah was still observing the body of the gangster leader with great interest at this time, and found that his physical fitness would be much better than that of the gangster leader without the blessing of magic power, but the people here are very resistant to beatings.

"It seems that people in this world don't know how to use the energy in their bodies."

Noah recalled the scene during the battle, and he found that while they were fighting, this energy had been sleeping and did not move at all.

"But this power should have some connection with spiritual will!"

Then, Noah guessed with a certain tone.

Because there was a slight fluctuation in the energy when the group of people were about to die, and when the gangster leader was frightened, although the reason for the weak energy was very subtle, Noah still captured the power becoming even more dead. There was even a slight reduction.

"Um, Noah...you, are you okay?"

Bart came over at this time, and he witnessed the entire fighting process, or the torture process.

Although Bart knew that Noah was extraordinary, after all, no normal child could beat him to the door with one punch, but when he really saw Noah's strength, he realized that he had to thank Noah for not killing him before.

Now Bart no longer dares to call Noah "Noah brat".

Noah heard the change in Bart's tone, and of course he knew the reason, but he didn't correct it. This kind of psychological pressure could not be relieved by a single consolation, as long as he spoke the same as before.

"I've said it all, Old Man Bart, these people are just low-level characters. You just happened to be here. Come and help me clean up the bodies. I don't want to touch them."

Noah spoke to Bart with a relaxed expression, and there was a hint of childish showoff in his tone, which made Bart gradually relax.

Noah then took out his wallet from the King's Treasure, took out two gold coins and threw them to Bart, and then motioned for Bart to come over and wash the floor.

After getting along with each other for a period of time, Bart came to understand Noah's view on money. He put away the gold coins unceremoniously and said to himself:

Make money legally and there is no shame.

Bart pushed out a small cart from the edge of the house that was usually used to transport fish. Of course, the fish in this world are relatively big, and they are not much smaller. Then he threw these people into the sea in batches.

There are many sea beasts in this world. If a body falls into the sea, sea beasts will soon come smelling the smell of blood. This method of disposal is much safer and more environmentally friendly than burying it in the soil.

After watching Bart finish processing, Noah was also very hungry, so he immediately proposed to go to the town to have a good meal and offered to treat him.

Of course Bart had no problem hearing that he could eat at a wealthy restaurant, so he immediately took Noah to the most expensive restaurant in town.

Noah randomly chose a table by the glass and motioned to the waiter to come over and take orders.

"This, this, and this..."

The waiter took out a small notebook and took notes while listening.

"Remember, I don't want what I ordered just now. Give me two portions of everything else."

Noah looked through the menu and removed a few things that he didn't like, and ordered two portions. The main reason was that Noah didn't like to share the same dish with others, except for those who agreed. Although the Bart family saved him, But Noah didn't find any resonance between them and himself.