The Ultimate Evolution

Chapter 557: The true objective of the interlocked stratagems

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Though the fury swipe of the werewolf was swift, the one holding that leather shield was swifter.

Psst! Three deep lacerations were ripped through the leather shield as it trembled incessantly; tough leather was ripped apart, but ultimately, the shield managed to withstand the blow.

When the massive werewolf realized its claws couldn’t sink deeper into the leather shield, it immediately switched to execute a somersault in the air. Then, swiping down its right leg down from mid air, it carved a deadly beheading arc in the air! Following that, its hairy tail whipped horizontally towards the eyes of that individual wielding the shield.

One could vividly see that before its feet smashed against the shield, three yellowish razor-sharp claws poked out of its footpad and cleaved against the leather shield.

Though the leather shield was laced with an extremely thick leather hide, its internal structure was metal. When the incomparably sharp bone claws cleaved in, sparks instantly scattered out!

The interior metal was completely distorted and finally snapped. The leather shield could no longer withstand such a monumental impact, as it burst into four fragments.

However, the individual behind the leather shield had already kicked Governor Swann back into the protection of several marines.

Probably, this individual had picked up a weapon before retrieving the leather shield, and right now, the individual rolled backwards before fencing forth with a cutlass!

With one thrust, the individual stabbed into the werewolf’s chest!

That one stab appeared simple and unadorned, but executed with electrifying fieriness like an extinguishing brilliance. The tenaciously tough skin of the werewolf was easily punctured through like tofu, as the tip of the cutlass thrusted out of the werewolf’s back.

Meanwhile, Sheyan, who was observing from far, abruptly murmured.

"Since the picture is foiled, naturally it is time for the dagger to appear."

While Sheyan concluded his statement, the werewolf was howling in anguish and bitterness as blood spewed out from the corner of its lips. It continued waving its claws viciously at the opponent ahead. Instead, that individual darted to the side with unmatched nimbleness.

That individual boasted of delicate and pretty features, and his lips appeared tightly pursed. Indeed, he was Will Turner, the one whom the governor had brought up since young; the childhood sweetheart of the governor’s daughter, the picture she used to imagine when easing herself.

Will Turner was an impartial individual and thus would obviously step forward bravely in such circumstances.

Yet more crucially, he possessed formidable sword arts that were not inferior to the main lead, Jack Sparrow, at all!

Although it was just an ordinary cutlass, it seemed as nimble as a snake in Will Turner’s hand.

The werewolf slashed forward with its claws, prompting Will Turner to respond with a thrusting cutlass; stabbing deep into the werewolf’s armpit. When he drew back his cutlass, a trail of blood followed its tip and curved nearly 2 metres away.

Once again, the werewolf released an anguished and bitter howl! Its eyes brimming with fear and agony.

"Monster, confess your crimes." Will Turner coldly admonished.

Yet at that moment, a feeble shriek echoed out amidst the churning fumes of the battlefield.

The battlefield was presently drowned in a state of chaotic upheaval. After the explosion, everyone’s ears were still buzzing, coupled with the blood-curdling screams, wails, and shoutings of commands. Hence, if one didn’t carefully take notice of that feeble shriek, one would miss out on it easily.

Yet when the shriek pierced out, the countenance of three individuals fell. Out of those three males, two held influential statuses while the last one would become an important character in this world.

Their names were - Norrington, Governor Swann and Will Turner!

There was only one factor that could cause their countenance to change unanimously.

That was the maiden whom the three males loved deeply! Lady Elizabeth Swann!!!

It was evident, the contestant who devised this ploy was exceedingly meticulous.

First, create an upheaval with random shootings to bait the marines to take cover, at the areas where explosives had already been buried beforehand; resulting in gravely disastrous damages and insinuating further chaos.

Next, the arrival of the werewolf would attract the attention of foes who could still contain their composure to the aforementioned variations. Finally, laying hands on the true target through the masquerade of chaos and smoke - Elizabeth Swann.

Interlocked stratagems of several ploys. Every step hinged on the expected reactions of individuals. If Elizabeth Swann didn’t release a shriek, they would probably only discover the grievous news of her disappearance after the battle concluded.

When he heard Elizabeth’s cry, Will Turner’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

Shua Shua Shua! He thrusted his cutlass thrice consecutively. However, the werewolf also understood his formidability, as it endured two stabs before turning to flee backwards.

Its speed wasn’t slow at all. Several pounce was all it took to dive into the regiments of smoke, before finally escaping away. Even though the werewolf had a freakishly massive body, it could return to its human form anytime. Naturally, it successfully concealed itself within the chaos and fled.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth had already been captured and placed into a carriage when she issued her shriek. Yet at this moment, Will Turner and Norrington were both frantically pursuing over.

Especially Commodore Norrington, who gracefully infiltrated into the opponent’s territory, and approached the carriage in a blink of an eye.

Although he was ten plus metres from the carriage, one could notice a white glow congealing at the tip of his sword. When he thrusted forth with his sword, a white globe spinned forth and clashed towards the direction of the carriage.

Through the holy sensation and luster of that white globe, one could judge that Norrington was probably a devout catholic. That shining globe appeared identical to holy light of cathedrals.

Yet in this moment, a figure shuttled out from the besiding building!

Similar to the appearance of the werewolf previously, this surfacing figure offered not a single trace of sound nor aura. It was just like a phantom!

Norrington’s white globe was intercepted midway by a palm concealed with a scarlet red glove! As that divine light ball struck against the palm, the palm exerted strength and deemphasized the ball; causing the ball to transformed into outburst of radiance before dispersing away. Nevertheless, Sheyan noticed threads of cyan fumes wafting up from the palm.

He was a tall figure dressed in a black gown. His outer appearance was that of a mediocre middle aged male with disheveled hair. Although his features didn’t appear old, the excessive wrinkles on his face dawned an impression of aging.

Facing Norrington who was sprinting in, the left sleeve of that tall and skinny figure was originally long and fluttering. Instead, it ripped apart in a flash, coupled with the rumbling ignition of a motorcycle sound. Then, he revealed his signature weapon - an electric saw!

The sawtooth of this electric saw were dyed in scarlet, and contaminated with dull red rust over its surface. As he abruptly hacked towards the sprinting Norrington, it felt like if the electric saw landed, it would undoubtedly saw a person into two from head to bottom!

The electric saw whirled speedily as it released a piercing sharp sound in the air; as though carrying an invincibly alluring strength that one could never evade.

Though Sheyan and buddies were several tens of metres away, they could observe light miscellaneous objects being sucked up. Objects like paper, bags and so on were all drawn into the terrifying glow of the sawing electric saw, only to be grinded and discharged out as powder!

Norrington expressionlessly raised his sword to block when facing such a scene. The chafing friction of metal pierced into the air, as sparks sprayed 2-3 metres high! At the instance sword and electric saw crossed paths, a horrifying violent shudder impacted out; threatening to forcefully blow the sword away.

Meanwhile, the distant Sheyan realized that operating such a powerful electric saw was absolutely not an easy feat. He could notice the violent trembling of that tall and skinny male, as though his strength had scarcely met the threshold of his weapon. Hence, he was expending a great deal of energy, and most of his strength was ushered towards maintaining the stability of the electric saw.

Yet at this very moment, Norrington suddenly released grip of his sword! Instantaneously, his sword was struck high into the sky, while the freed electric saw descended down onto Norrington. Instead, Norrington slightly tilted his body, as he fiercely stomped against the kneecap of that tall male with his right feet.

Evidently, that individual was presently concentrating his energies into the stability of controlling the electric saw! Thus, he would be caught off guard pertaining to other factors. This was a simple logic. Still, Sheyan had only realized this from a composed view of a spectator. Instead, Norrington was analyzing his opponent while engaged in gruelling battle!

Fighting judgement between the two!

This was also the reason why Norrington was already a Commodore at such a tender young age. He could frequently determine the weakness of his opponents, and directly combat the root of the problem with a spurt of energy; thus triumphing over his opponents!

That contestant groaned miserably, as his knee joint was forcefully stomped into an obtuse angle by Norrington. Evidently, his stomp was executed with full might, and the anxious Norrington couldn’t be bothered with any gentlemanly demeanor. He no longer spared any chance.

Even a contestant wouldn’t be able to withstand a severe blow to one’s knee joint. That contestant directly lost balance and fell to the ground. His electric saw drilled against the ground; drilling out a piercing and clamorous ruckus, as dust pervaded up and sandy sediments splattered 7-8 metres afar! A deep crevice had been sawed out on the glossy and solid slab of this honor plaza.

Norrington’s move appeared rather effortless. Witnessing that, Sheyan and others frowned. Norrington’s entire move of abandoning his sword and stomping………how he seized the time, the strength displayed and his execution had truly been brought to the point of perfection!

One could fathom that the combat prowess of this newly promoted Commodore was absolutely not discountable. Even on dry land, he was similarly an existence that could contest an official Growth-hunter. With mere gestures, he could beat to death or cripple any ordinary contestant!

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