Chapter 1 Facing the Question

Facing Harold's inquiry, Fang Senyan said calmly, "His body was placed on a small boat according to Viking customs and then set adrift into the sea."

Harold's face remained expressionless, but Armand coldly said, "You would be so kind?"

Fang Senyan said disdainfully, "Believe it or not."

Harold suddenly said, "He is not lying. Under the glorious light of the great Odin, we Vikings have a way to find the bodies of our relatives."

Armand's eyes turned colder.

Harold ignored him and said to Fang Senyan, "In the end, this is a matter of our family, and the warriors of the tribe cannot shed blood in vain. Sailor Rock, if you dare to engage in a blood boat duel with me, then no matter the outcome of our duel, the seven Viking warriors I brought will not intervene!"

Upon hearing this, Armand's pupils suddenly contracted. Harold's proposal for a one-on-one fight was clearly not in his script. He also seemed to have forgotten that not everyone would be as loyal as Scarface Henry, willing to be his pawn.

In the early days of the Viking pirates, when there was a never-ending dispute between the two sides, there was an ancient tradition of silently mooring the ships together. Then, a small boat was lowered, with planks laid at each end. Then, everyone on both ships would take turns fighting one-on-one.

Everyone who stepped onto the plank faced such a fate: either kill all the opponents or die in battle, avenged by their companions. Of course, there was another way: jumping into the sea, but the blood and corpses of the dead would be thrown into the sea, attracting a large number of sharks.

If there were no accidents, then the outcome of jumping into the sea would be to be devoured by fish. Moreover, they would be despised by their clan. Often, in the end, the small boat used as the battlefield would be soaked in blood and called a blood boat.

It is worth mentioning that among the Vikings, the first to take the field at the bow of the ship was usually the most elite warrior. They fought naked from the waist up, roaring wildly, and enjoying the thrill of battle. They knew that the planks under their feet were soaked with the blood of their ancestors, and their descendants would also set foot in the same place.

Anger made the Viking pirates appear powerful and terrifying, and those who could survive many brutal blood boat battles could freely transform their anger, fighting spirit, and injuries into their own strength!

These people were called "Berserkers"!!!

And Harold happened to be a Berserker.

Facing Harold's proposal, Fang Senyan agreed without hesitation: "Good!"

For Fang Senyan, his subordinates were already at a complete disadvantage in this battle. If it weren't for Reef holding on in front, he believed that the enemies would have already attacked the *Sam*. If he could use this opportunity of a blood battle duel to give his subordinates a chance to breathe and gain valuable rest time, the wounded could receive proper treatment.

It should be known that Fang Senyan's ship had a professional doctor, Cato, and he also purchased that miraculous ointment from Sudan. If Fang Senyan could use this delay to stall for more than twenty minutes, then without a doubt, almost everyone on his ship could receive timely treatment. The seriously injured might not die, and the moderately injured would become lightly injured. Their combat effectiveness could at least be increased by more than 50%.

The Vikings were also very quick in their actions. They threw the corpses on the ship into the water one after another. Before long, dark shadows could be seen shuttling underwater. They were all ferocious gray sharks, five or six meters long. Even under the firelight, the teeth in their mouths could be seen with a chilling light. These powerful creatures were tearing at the corpses, and clusters of dark red blood gurgled up, sending a chill down people's spines.

Armand had probably ordered them to seize the time, so in just a few minutes, the Vikings threw the duel blood boat into the sea with a crash!

That blood boat was full of the primitive, fierce, and mighty style of the Vikings. It was made of a whole giant oak tree. The hull was about twenty meters long, but the width was less than two meters. Both ends of the ship had curved statues, somewhat similar to the neck of a swan, but the heads were ferocious and brutal beasts.

After the blood boat entered the water, even the sharks around abandoned their food and gathered frantically around the blood boat at the same time. From this, it could be seen that this blood boat was indeed soaked in blood, so much so that the sharks even abandoned the corpses and were directly attracted by the bloody smell of the blood boat. It could even be seen that the surface of the sea within a few tens of square meters nearby was boiling like porridge in a pot.

Harold took the lead in jumping onto the blood boat and then looked at Fang Senyan, his eyes shining with an extremely fanatical light.

But Fang Senyan's expression was still indifferent. He didn't seem to make any movements. Naturally, the pirates under his command set up a gangway and watched Fang Senyan step by step towards the blood boat with awe in their eyes!

But just as Fang Senyan was about to step onto the bow of the blood boat, he suddenly stopped. He suddenly looked at Harold and said in a deep voice, "If I engage in a duel with you, it would be a great opportunity for Armand. He can take advantage of this opportunity when I can't command to attack my people, which can be said to be easy. No, you must give me a guarantee."

Harold said coldly, "What guarantee do you want?"

Fang Senyan said, "I want your men to swear by the *hun* (soul) of the Viking ancestors that no matter what happens, as long as our duel is not interfered with by outsiders, and there is no clear winner or loser, they must maintain a neutral attitude. Whichever side makes the first move, they must attack!"

Harold's face changed, turned to look at Armand, and then nodded seriously: "Okay, I'll let you die in peace. But what about your people? What if your people intervene?"

Fang Senyan smiled and said, "If my people intervene, then of course the oath will be void."

Harold immediately turned to his subordinates and loudly ordered a few words.

The seven Viking warriors received Harold's instructions, knelt down one after another, cut a long blood groove in the palm of their hands, and at the same time pressed it against their chests and solemnly swore. For the Vikings, such a blood oath was already the most serious oath!

After they finished swearing, Fang Senyan stepped directly onto the blood boat without waiting for anyone to urge him. At this time, Fang Senyan realized that the texture of the blood boat's planks was actually dark red. He didn't know how many people had died on this boat. The blood had deeply permeated the wood, and no amount of seawater could wash away the color.

As soon as they saw Fang Senyan stepping onto this boat, both sides simultaneously drew away the gangplanks. Fang Senyan folded his arms across his *xiong* (chest) and said indifferently, "You've been plotting to lure me onto this blood boat, and now you've finally succeeded. Take out whatever trump cards you have."

At this time, a mist suddenly rose from the blood boat, a blood-*sè* (colored) mist. The mist went from light to thick. Soon, Harold was shrouded in a dense blood-*sè* (colored) mist. The mist was like his armor, his pet, his partner, his weapon, circling around him.

And Harold's greatsword actually flashed with ice crystal-like light! His size actually swelled crazily as he inhaled the blood-*sè* (colored) mist. The leather armor that had originally seemed loose now looked like a tight-fitting elastic vest.

The bull horn cast iron helmet was stretched so much that the edges became larger, and the skin on his forehead was stretched so tightly. His hoarse voice was even more reminiscent of a dry river, in urgent need of the nourishment of blood!

"The history of this blood boat has exceeded three hundred years. During these three hundred years, I don't know how many Viking warriors have shed their heads and spilled their hot blood on it. Their heroic *hun* (souls) have lingered on this boat, and their spirit has been attached to this blood-soaked warship!"

"And I, the great Berserker Harold, have been practicing my martial arts on this blood boat since I had memories. Now I have fought seventeen times on this blood boat, killing one hundred and twenty-five people. Everyone who dares to stand in front of me has died at my hands because I am not alone in the fight. The war *hun* (souls) of the Viking ancestors are protecting me!!! And you are the one hundred and twenty-sixth wronged *hun* (soul)!"

When Harold let out a pre-battle roar, Fang Senyan wanted to lift his foot and strike a suitable combat pose, but at this moment, an extremely strange thing happened. The blood-*sè* (colored) on the planks under his feet rippled, as if they had completely dissolved, and then formed a strange blood-*sè* (colored) vortex! Two or three thick, muscular palms formed from blood stretched out from the vortex, very simply grabbing Fang Senyan's feet and preventing him from moving!

Fang Senyan suddenly exerted force, and then laboriously lifted his feet, tearing the few blood hands that grabbed his feet into liquid, re-melting into the planks, but when his feet stepped on the planks again, the blood-*sè* (colored) vortex formed again, and the two or three blood hands stretched out again, tightly pinching Fang Senyan's ankles and refusing to let go.

The people next to them almost stared out their eyes. Such a demonically evil boat meant that Fang Senyan had to expend a great deal of effort even to move and walk on it, let alone face the onslaught of the most crazy and powerful Berserker in Northern Europe? This meant that it would be difficult to dodge, and he could only face the Berserker head-on! No wonder Harold had so much confidence in winning!

However, Fang Senyan's face was still very calm, looking quite *xiong you cheng zhu* (confident)!!