The sounds of the sea reached Jin An's ears, but he didn't even furrow his brow.
He said in a low voice:
"Surrender?"
A cold light flashed in his eyes, his voice piercing the other party like a sharp blade,
"When you ravaged the weak, did you ever give them a chance to surrender?"
Before his voice faded, the sword in Jin An's hand had already drawn a meteor-like brilliance, pointing directly at the core cabin of the command ship.
"Boom!!!"
Subsequently, a earth-shattering explosion swallowed the enemy ship's hope of survival, and also pushed the screams in the entire sea area to the highest peak.
The tragic sounds converged into a depressing wave of sound, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Loki chuckled, shaking off the debris on his war hammer:
"That's more like it."
He turned to look at Jin An, his eyes still burning with fighting spirit,
"What's next? Shouldn't we go to a more lively place?"
Jin An slowly retracted his long sword, casting a cold glance at the battlefield:
"Cleanup complete. Continue forward."
His voice was like this dead starry sky, cold, resolute, and irresistible.
The wreckage and firelight quietly floated in the void, like a finished fireworks feast, silent and chilling.
The atmosphere inside the ship was in stark contrast to the outside world, with many people wearing undispersed excitement on their faces, and some even throwing away their weapons with a laugh, casually leaning back on their seats, and lazily complaining:
"Is that it? It just warmed up, I thought the World Government's fleet could last longer!"
"Tsk, I didn't even use one-tenth of my strength, too unsatisfying."
These voices intertwined, carrying a kind of fearless frivolity, as if the great battle just now was just a trivial skirmish.
Everyone's movements and expressions revealed a composure and disdain, which was the attitude that only people with absolute strength could show.
However, in contrast to this noisy scene, was the tranquility in a corner of the warship.
The blind swordsman sat peacefully and steadily in an inconspicuous seat, his figure thin, but his back was straight, as if even the aftermath of the battle had not shaken him in the slightest.
He held a plain and unadorned sword in his hand, the blade neatly sheathed, revealing only a bit of the hilt, like his aura, restrained but unfathomable.
"Yo, Brother Yisheng, the battle is over."
A casual voice came from the side, the man waved his hand as he spoke, seemingly wanting to break this overly calm atmosphere.
Yisheng did not respond immediately, but slightly turned his head, his pale eyes as calm as water.
He nodded lightly, his voice low and gentle: "I know."
His tone was firm and natural, as if there was no need to confirm with the naked eye at all.
In fact, his Observation Haki had already enveloped the entire battlefield, taking in every destruction of enemy ships and the fall of wreckage.
He couldn't see, but the battle situation was constructed in his mind more clearly than anyone else.
The speaker chuckled lightly, and said half-jokingly:
"I really don't understand you. You obviously have such strength, but you don't even unsheathe your sword, don't you feel suffocated?"
Yisheng slightly raised the corner of his mouth, his smile shallow, but with a bit of profound meaning.
He slowly stroked the surface of the scabbard, his movements as gentle as if he were comforting a sleeping beast.
He replied in a low voice:
"The sword is not unsheathed because there is no need to unsheathe it.
The outcome of the battle has already been decided in my heart."
These words were extremely plain, but they made the other party swallow unconsciously.
Those warriors who were clamoring that they hadn't had enough fun might be able to laugh at the destruction of the enemy, but they never dared to show the slightest contempt for Yisheng's strength.
Those who had seen him draw his sword understood that it was an indescribable terror, a sword edge too fast to be captured, precise enough to pierce any loopholes, as if what he was holding was not a sword, but the rules of controlling life and death.
Yisheng put the sword back beside him, with a faint composure on his face.
Although he did not draw his sword himself, every explosion and every fracture of the ship was like a cut in his consciousness.
He knew that this battle had already been settled, and the enemy had been defeated without any suspense.
"Still not enough."
He muttered to himself, as if responding to others, and as if talking to himself,
"If there is really a day when I need to draw my sword, that will be the real battle."
His voice was extremely soft, but it seemed to strike everyone's heartstrings.
Those warriors who were still laughing couldn't help but be quiet for a moment, their eyes complexly sweeping over the blind swordsman sitting quietly in the corner.
They understood that their revelry just now was only because someone like him was sitting quietly in town, like an insurmountable mountain.
In the warship's command cabin, the atmosphere was slightly dignified due to the return of the reconnaissance personnel.
The reconnaissance personnel's exhaustion could not conceal a trace of heaviness in his tone:
"According to the other party's personnel configuration, these... are just the advance troops."
He paused, glanced at everyone, and added,
"In other words, most of them are just cannon fodder."
His voice echoed in the cabin, contrasting with the silence of the wreckage floating outside the window.
However, this news did not cause the expected surprise.
Instead, after looking at each other, everyone showed a faint smile.
It seemed that those broken ship bodies that covered the sea and starry sky were just a warm-up.
"Tsk, that's right."
A team member shrugged indifferently, pointing out the window,
"We didn't feel any challenge in the battle just now.
If the World Government only uses these people to perfunctorily deal with us, wouldn't we be too disappointed?"
"Yes,"
Another person took over, the corner of his mouth raised in a provocative arc,
"This kind of battle can't support their reputation.
The advance troops are only at this level."
Although the atmosphere was relaxed, Loki, who was standing in the center, did not speak, his expression rarely sinking a bit.
He leaned against the command table, the war hammer in his hand was casually placed on the ground, making a low sound. He looked up at the window, lost in thought.
"I'm just afraid they split up their forces."
Loki suddenly spoke, his voice low, but it could not be ignored.
As soon as these words came out, the laughter in the cabin gradually subsided, and everyone's attention refocused.
Whitebeard, who was standing aside, pondered for a moment, his thick palm stroking his calloused chin, and said in a deep voice:
"If that's the case... Elbaf is probably under attack."
His voice was as steady and powerful as the waves hitting the rocks, but the content made it impossible to ignore the hidden crisis.
Elbaf, that was their base camp, the pride of the Giant tribe.
Whether in terms of status, resources, or significance, once it was lost, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Elbaf?"
A young warrior was stunned for a moment, and looked at Loki with a complicated expression,
"Do you think it's possible? After all, there..."
"Don't underestimate their cunning."
Loki waved his hand, interrupting the other party's words.
Although his tone was still calm, a trace of imperceptible anxiety was burning in his eyes,
"If I were them, dispersing firepower to attract our attention, and then suddenly attacking the rear base, would be the most effective tactic."
Silence spread in the cabin.
Everyone was digesting the weight brought by this sentence, and a trace of unease was faintly revealed in their eyes.
Jin An was standing aside at this time, always silent.
He calmly swept over everyone, crossed his arms, and frowned slightly.
Hearing this, he raised his head and said briefly and decisively:
"We must hurry."
This voice was not loud, but it was like sounding the war drum.
Loki turned around and nodded slightly:
"That's right, now is the time to cut the Gordian knot quickly.
We can't let them lead us by the nose anymore."
Whitebeard gripped the long knife in his hand, his aura suddenly changed, and his loud and firm voice echoed in the cabin:
"Elbaf will not be lost! In any case, we must ensure that this mission goes smoothly."
As the voice fell, the anxiety that permeated among the people was quickly transformed into the determination to act.
The ease and carelessness just now were swept away.
The warriors checked their equipment one by one, their movements were crisp and neat, and their eyes revealed not only fighting spirit, but also a determination to win this mission.
And Yisheng in the corner was still sitting still, his hand gently resting on the hilt of the sword, as if sensing something.
Then, he said in a low voice:
"The direction is already very clear.
Next, it's time to get serious."
