This calmness made Armand very uncomfortable. He took a deep breath, then exhaled, a premonition welling up in his heart for some reason.

Clearly, Harold also sensed that something was wrong. The blood-colored mist surrounding his body suddenly faded slightly, as he deeply inhaled all the mist into his body, then it surged and billowed out from his mouth and nose, giving the impression of a dense summer rain, a sky thick with dark clouds, seemingly brewing a tornado!

Instantly, Harold raised his greatsword. One could clearly see that a layer of crystalline ice had formed on his hands gripping the hilt, as if he were wearing a pair of ice and snow gloves!

A layer of misty white vapor also appeared on the greatsword, its blade even becoming colorless and transparent. The sound of ice forming even echoed in the air, like cold lightning flashing across the dark sea, heavily slashing towards Fang Senyan. Even more strangely, two intertwined, mutually biting blood-colored python phantoms trailed behind the greatsword's trajectory!

Fang Senyan suddenly tossed a bottle of curse potion onto the ground. Yellow-green smoke billowed up like a cloud, threatening to adhere to Harold's body, but the blood-colored mist churned and completely absorbed the curse potion's effects! On this blood boat, there was actually a special effect of purifying Harold's body of abnormal states.

Fortunately, the momentary stun caused by the shockwave of the curse potion's shattering was instantaneous and still effective, forcibly halting Harold's attack. At this moment, Fang Senyan drew both his sabers, and a brilliant blue light flashed instantly, timely parrying in front of his body. Harold's strike landed, and sparks flew everywhere, almost blinding everyone for a brief moment!

"Strange."

Most of the bystanders had extremely rich combat experience, and they could all see that Fang Senyan's strength was also extremely high. He only swayed slightly after receiving Harold's strike, appearing to have plenty of leeway. Because of this, they were somewhat surprised at why Fang Senyan's fighting style was so passive.

When Harold was attacking earlier, he had clearly exposed a rather large flaw. If Fang Senyan had seized the opportunity to attack, he would have inflicted serious damage on Harold! According to common sense, if Harold were injured first, then the power of his subsequent attacks on Fang Senyan would be reduced by at least half!

But Fang Senyan just watched such a great opportunity slip through his fingers, using a tenacious, even stubborn, defensive attitude to express his determination to defend to the end. He carefully looked at the opponent in front of him, deeply inhaling the blood mist, and then smiling, slowly pressed his finger on the hilt of the +7 West, bending his finger little by little, gripping the hilt tightly, then releasing it, and then gripping it again.

"Come on, the momentum of that last strike was sufficient, but the speed was a little slow."

Fang Senyan said gently, like a teacher guiding a student.

Harold didn't speak, his expression obscured by the blood mist. The gaze with which he met Fang Senyan's seemed to be clashing in the air, producing dozens of sparks!

Suddenly, Harold pounced again. Every time he stepped on the deck, small blood-colored whirlpools formed, and several large hands formed from mist stretched out from within, pushing him forward and making his movements more agile!

*Shua shua shua!* This time, Harold unleashed three consecutive strikes! Each strike was filled with a tragic intent to perish together with the enemy. He had completely abandoned his own defense to inflict the most violent damage on the enemy, but Fang Senyan stood quietly in place, like a mountain, blocking Harold's greatsword slashes one by one. Fang Senyan's 49 points of extreme strength at this time were definitely not so easily shaken.

"Is Boss waiting for that?" the black guy frowned.

What he meant was clearly the armor's adrenaline injection being activated. One had to know that when Fang Senyan used his weapon to parry the opponent's attacks, he would also suffer some damage himself. Just looking at the fierce momentum of each of Harold's strikes, one knew that his attacks were absolutely powerful. Although parrying with a weapon would reduce the total amount of damage taken, it was definitely not something that could be sustained for long.

At this time, Reef, who was observing the battle, said thoughtfully, "Boss's purpose in doing this is probably even deeper."

Faced with Fang Senyan's unwavering defense, Harold suddenly laughed wildly to the sky: "I really didn't expect that someone would use such a stupid method to deal with me. Then fine, since you fear the berserker's terrifying power, then keep blocking like this! Let's see if my strength will be exhausted first, or if you will be shaken to death alive on the blood boat by me!"

It turned out that a large part of the berserker's terrifying combat ability lay in their fearlessness of injury. The more seriously injured they were, the stronger their attack power! This was like the saying that an injured beast was even more dangerous. For these guys who could transform pain into combat power, the lower their health, the higher their attack power.

The reason why Fang Senyan was unmoved by the various flaws Harold exposed was because he knew that once this person saw blood, the injuries would instead generate even more violent attack power for him. Therefore, he responded to all changes with constancy, substituting offense with defense, so as not to give Harold the opportunity to unleash his greatest combat power.

However, Fang Senyan's approach was also too passive. It was completely like drinking poison to quench thirst, completely not attacking the enemy, only focusing on defense. Moreover, his own flexibility was completely suppressed by the blood boat! Unless both sides had agreed to a limited-time battle or something like enduring a certain number of the enemy's strikes without dying, this method was almost the same, but the battle between him and Harold at this time was a fight to the death!

To put it bluntly, if this continued, Fang Senyan was completely giving up the opportunity to survive in exchange for a few more minutes of life. If one went all out, there would still be a glimmer of hope, but the outcome of doing this was a certain death.

Harold laughed wildly and continued to slash fiercely with his sword, like a storm, leaving no room for breath. Those watching from the side felt frightened and broke out in cold sweats, let alone Fang Senyan, who was in the midst of the battle.

Suddenly, a flash of blue light appeared on Fang Senyan's body. Mogansha and Reef, who were familiar with him, knew that this was the sign of the Swift Beast Hormone Injection being activated. At this time, Fang Senyan, who had been on the defensive all along, was undoubtedly waiting for the activation of this passive ability. And what would he do next? Would he immediately launch a strong counterattack, or would he continue to defend without attacking?

After the Swift Beast Hormone Injection was triggered, Fang Senyan instead drew out Ambition!

Because of its excessively long ammunition reloading interval, Ambition could not enjoy the Swift Beast Hormone Injection's passive skill bonus. What's more, Fang Senyan was directly using Ambition's own skill: Rum Song!

The sea immediately became turbulent, and the dark gun spat out dazzling tongues of fire. A roaring lead bullet struck Harold, stunning him. Large团s of black appeared immediately from the point of impact, enveloping Harold's entire body and causing him to start to stun.

But at the same time, Fang Senyan, who had no way to parry, was also struck on the right shoulder by Harold's sword.

A muffled sound of cutting into flesh and bone resounded instantly! Fresh blood erupted and spurted out, but before the blood could hit the ground, it congealed into pieces of red ice flakes, scattered all over the ground!

Fang Senyan's expression remained unchanged. The +7 West reappeared in his hand, and a deep blue saber light flashed, slashing straight down from top to bottom with the force of sweeping away everything. The target was none other than the keel of Harold's blood boat under his crotch!

Yes, from the very beginning, Fang Senyan had set his target on this strange blood boat!!!

Harold was willing to compromise and fight him on the blood boat, which made it clear that this "terrain advantage" had a huge bonus effect on him. In fact, it was indeed the case. The red mist on the blood boat now seemed to greatly restrain enemies, purify abnormal states of allies, enhance the individual strength of allies, and it was estimated that it would also have the special effect of rapidly healing injuries later on.

Fang Senyan was a person who never played according to common sense, so he wanted those Vikings to swear first, so as to avoid them finding excuses to break the contract. It was true that berserkers became stronger with injuries, so he would not injure you. He would destroy your broken ship first, and then we would change the battlefield and start over!

Yes, the battlefield that Fang Senyan had chosen was the center of the sea teeming with sharks!!

In this battlefield, even if Harold was also familiar with naval warfare, he would at most be on par with Fang Senyan. However, the hundreds of sharks swarming around were not a great threat to Fang Senyan, because Fang Senyan's damage reduction had now reached 51%, plus the 40 points of extra damage absorption from the Talent Barrier. It was estimated that even if those sharks could cause damage to Fang Senyan, it should not be very heavy!

But Harold, as a berserker, was a typical example of high attack and low defense. Being in the sea and bitten by hundreds of frenzied sharks was a fatal threat to him!

At this time, Fang Senyan revealed his true intentions. Those around him grasped his thoughts, and a chill couldn't help but rise in their hearts. Such a scheming mind! It was truly chilling!