Chapter 1

Although the werewolf's swipe was swift, the shield-bearer was even faster. With a loud "peng," three deep gouges appeared on the leather shield, which trembled violently and shattered, sending fragments of tough cowhide flying everywhere, but it managed to withstand the blow.

The giant werewolf, finding its claw unable to penetrate the leather shield, immediately changed its attack. It performed a somersault in mid-air, bringing its right foot down in a fierce arc! Its furry tail swept toward the shield-bearer's eyes.

Clearly visible, as Sun Jian met the foot with his shield, three sharp, dead-yellow bone claws suddenly extended from the pads of the werewolf's right foot, slashing at the leather shield again.

Although the shield's surface was made of thick, multi-layered cowhide, the support inside was steel. Sparks flew everywhere! The bone blades were incredibly sharp, piercing deep! Even the iron frame twisted and broke. The leather shield could no longer withstand the immense impact and immediately shattered.

However, the man behind the leather shield had already kicked Governor Swann away, sending him stumbling into the protection of several sailors. Having grabbed the shield, he must have also managed to snag a weapon. After a roll, he executed a textbook English épée lunge, piercing the werewolf's chest!

The thrust seemed simple, but it was as swift as lightning. The werewolf's thick hide was pierced as easily as tofu, the tip of the sword even protruding from its back. At this moment, Fang Senyan, who was watching from a distance, suddenly said:

"When the map is exhausted, the dagger is revealed."

No sooner had he spoken than the werewolf's agonizing roar of pain echoed. Blood spurted from its mouth as it wildly clawed at its opponent, but the man had already rolled away with incredible agility. His features were delicate, but his mouth was set in a tight line. It was Will Turner, whom Governor Swann had raised from childhood. The governor's daughter was his childhood sweetheart, the object of his fantasies. Will Turner, for both public and private reasons, would naturally step forward at this moment.

Most importantly, his swordsmanship was on par with, or even better than, that of Jack Sparrow!

Though it was just an ordinary épée, in Will Turner's hands, it was as nimble as a snake. The werewolf's claw missed its mark, and Will Turner spun around, thrusting the épée backhand into the werewolf's armpit. As he withdrew the sword, a jet of blood shot out, spraying nearly two meters.

The werewolf roared again in pain and terror.

"Monster, repent for your sins," Will Turner said coldly.

But at that moment, a faint scream echoed from the smoke-filled hall. The hall was already incredibly noisy. The explosion had left people's ears ringing, and there were screams, shouts, and commands everywhere. The faint scream was easily overlooked.

However, after the scream sounded, at least three people's expressions changed. Among these three men, two held positions of great importance, and the remaining one was also a significant figure in this world.

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

Only one thing could cause all three of these men to change color simultaneously.

The woman whom all three men deeply loved! Miss Elizabeth Swann!

The Contractor who designed this scheme had obviously thought everything through with meticulous care:

First, a barrage of gunfire forced the sailors to take cover. Then, detonating pre-planted bombs caused horrific damage and chaos. Next, the werewolf emerged, drawing the attention of the few enemies who could still calmly and rationally respond to the changes. Finally, under the cover of smoke, the real target, Elizabeth Swann, was quietly abducted.

His plan was intricately linked, each step anticipating and exploiting everyone's normal reactions. If Elizabeth Swann hadn't screamed, they probably wouldn't have discovered the disappearance of the first lady of Port Royal until after the battle was over.

Hearing Elizabeth's scream, Will Turner seemed to see red. He unleashed three rapid thrusts, but the werewolf, seemingly aware of the danger, endured two hits and then leaped backward. Its speed was already considerable, and with a few bounds, it plunged into a cloud of smoke and fled. Though the werewolf's size was bizarre and enormous, it could revert to human form at any time, allowing it to easily hide in the chaos and escape.

When Elizabeth screamed, she had already been forced onto a carriage. However, Norrington and Will Turner frantically pursued it, especially Commodore Norrington, who moved with composure and grace through the enemy ranks, quickly closing in on the carriage.

Although he was still more than ten meters away from the carriage, a white light began to coalesce on his sword. He then flicked the blade, sending a white orb spiraling toward the carriage.

From the orb's color and faintly sacred aura, it could be assumed that Norrington was a devout believer. The orb seemed very similar to the Church's Holy Light Orb.

But at that moment, a figure darted out from a nearby building! Compared to the werewolf's imposing entrance, this figure's appearance was almost silent, like a ghost!

Norrington's white orb was intercepted mid-flight, blocked by a hand wearing a bright red glove! The Holy Light Orb struck the palm of his hand, and the hand casually squeezed, causing the orb to dissipate into scattered light particles. However, Fang Senyan also noticed a wisp of green smoke rising from the palm.

The tall, thin figure wore a black robe. He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with thinning hair. Although his features were not too old, the many wrinkles gave him an aged appearance.

Facing the rapidly approaching Norrington, the tall, thin figure's left sleeve, which had been long and trailing, ripped apart in an instant, revealing a signature weapon accompanied by the sound of a motorcycle engine starting: a chainsaw!

The chainsaw's teeth were blood-red, and even the rust on it was a dark crimson. As it spun at high speed, it fiercely struck at Norrington. If it were to hit him squarely, it would undoubtedly cleave him in two from head to toe!

The chainsaw spun at high speed, emitting a sharp, piercing sound in the air, seeming to possess a powerful attractive force, making it impossible to avoid. Even though Fang Senyan and the others were dozens of meters away, they could still see light objects around them, like pieces of paper and plastic bags, being blown away, sucked into the menacingly gleaming chainsaw blades, and directly ground into a cloud of dust!

Faced with this situation, Norrington expressionlessly raised his cutlass and forcefully parried. Sparks flew in all directions amidst the screeching sound of metal scraping against metal, shooting two or three meters high! The collision between the chainsaw and the cutlass also created a violent vibrating sensation, threatening to knock the cutlass away.

However, at this moment, Fang Senyan also realized that controlling this powerful chainsaw was by no means an easy task. He saw that the tall, thin man in the black robe was also trembling violently, his strength clearly barely enough to handle the weapon. As a result, he used it with considerable difficulty, pressing all the strength in his body into his hands to maintain the chainsaw's stability.

Just then, Norrington suddenly released his cutlass! The weapon was immediately flung into the sky, and the pressure on the chainsaw lightened, pressing down heavily on Norrington. But Norrington slightly shifted his body and kicked out with his right foot, striking the tall, thin man's knee.

Clearly, the man had concentrated his strength on controlling the chainsaw's stability! Therefore, his defenses in other areas would certainly be weak. The principle seemed simple, but Fang Senyan calmly noticed it from the perspective of an observer, while Norrington discovered it while fighting fiercely!

The difference between the two was immediately apparent!

This was why Norrington was a Commodore at such a young age. His intuition often allowed him to anticipate his opponent's weaknesses and then strike directly at the heart of the matter, defeating them in one fell swoop!

The Contractor screamed miserably as his knee joint was forcibly bent into an obtuse angle by Norrington's kick. Obviously, the kick had been delivered with full force. Norrington, anxious and furious, no longer bothered with gentlemanly conduct and held nothing back.

The severe injury of a shattered knee joint was unbearable even for a Contractor. He immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground, the chainsaw slashing into the ground, emitting a deafening, chaotic sound. Dust filled the air, and soil was thrown seven or eight meters away! The smooth, hard stone pavement of the awarding square was directly sawed into a deep groove.

This attack seemed to be done effortlessly by Norrington, but Fang Senyan and the others frowned. Norrington's timing and power application for that previous kick after abandoning his cutlass were truly masterful!

It could also be seen that the newly promoted Commodore's strength was definitely not to be underestimated. Even on land, he was a powerful existence that could only be rivaled by a formal Colonizer. With every move, he could kill or cripple ordinary Contractors! ro!.