Chapter 560: The Red Hair Pirates Who Were Driven Away
Rayleigh was well-acquainted with Posadong.
Holy Knight Posadong, a wandering holy knight, spent most of his ti traveling the world.
His ability allowed him to construct large-scale buildings with minimal decoration.
During the founding of the Hunter Association, he leveraged other Holy Knights’ abilities to move swiftly across the globe.
He set a staggering record by building hundreds of large stronghold buildings for the association in just three days.
This feat significantly contributed to the world economy’s growth.
Since then, Posadong had been active in global construction projects.
It was both his duty and his passion.
"That man is a very upright guy..." Shanks said, beginning to recount the past to Rayleigh.
Posadong rarely returned to the Kingdom of Miracles, spending most of his ti sailing and building.
This was common knowledge.
During one such journey, the Red Hair Pirates crossed paths with him, leading to a clash.
At the ti, Shanks had already earned the title of one of the Three Masters of Kendo at the Third Kendo Tournant.
Posadong was rely a two-star gem-level hunter then.
When the Red Hair Pirates visited an island for resupply, they encountered Posadong in a town.
He was engaged in construction, and the pirates joined the crowd to watch the spectacle.
That glance proved their undoing.
Posadong spotted them imdiately.
After finishing the building, he stood before Shanks, declaring their eting was fate.
The nature of that fate was clear: a trip to prison.
A conflict erupted.
Initially, the Red Hair Pirates saw no need to back down.
A two-star gem-level hunter wasn’t daunting; they weren’t pushovers.
But the fight was a shock.
Posadong wasn’t just strong, he was overwhelmingly so.
His power restrained their magic, rendering it ineffective against him.
In that battle, a group against one, they still fell short.
When Posadong’s n arrived, capable individuals in their own right, the Red Hair Pirates were forced to retreat.
But fleeing didn’t end it.
Relying on his abilities and an advanced ship, Posadong pursued them relentlessly.
Neither Beckman’s ice nor Navigator Snake’s fierce winds could slow him.
It was a single ship chasing the Red Hair Pirates for hundreds of kiloters.
Posadong’s stern expression from that ti still gave Shanks a headache to recall.
As Shanks shared this story with Rayleigh, the Thunder Spear guild, led by Bashan, prepared to fight in the sandy arena below.
Facing Bashan and his team, Posadong flashed a grin, revealing two rows of white teeth.
That smile gave Bashan and his crew an ominous feeling.
Their instincts were correct.
From the mont he took the stage, Posadong’s attention had been on the guest contestants in passage five.
Though distant, his keen perception caught their complaints about him.
A hunter refereeing a magic pattern user event naturally drew criticism.
As an upright man, Posadong didn’t resent these remarks.
But lack of hostility didn’t an tolerance.
The more they complained, the more it sparked his playful side.
Thus, he took direct control of the earth and stone dolls for the first match.
Originally, the dolls had the strength of an early B-level magic pattern user.
With Bashan’s team, equipped with magic weapons and potions, defeating them wouldn’t be too difficult.
But with Posadong controlling them, the outco was uncertain.
"The battle begins, everyone!" Posadong shouted, showing his toothy grin.
"Show us a passionate fight! I won’t hold back!" he declared, laughing heartily.
His dazzling white teeth nearly blinded Bashan and his team.
They had no ti to complain now.
The chubby earth and stone dolls, looking like hundreds of kilograms, glowed with red eyes.
Three dolls hovered above the ground, their massive stone arms swinging powerfully.
One wielded sand, another stone, and the third a swamp.
An earth and stone doll launched an attack.
Thunder Spear’s mbers faced a violent sandstorm obscuring their vision.
The ground sank into a swampy mire.
Amid the swirling sand, several massive rocks, ters wide, shot through the air like teors.
"Damn it! How sneaky!" Bashan cursed.
His light yellow hair practically stood on end with anger.
He strongly condemned Posadong’s underhanded tactics.
"Thunder Spear!" Bashan roared.
Magic patterns glowed across his body.
Blue lightning enveloped him, forming fluid armor.
Boom!
As thunder erupted, the mire gripping his legs exploded.
Bashan surged forward with terrifying speed, a streak of blue light.
The magic weapon armband on his right arm glowed, amplifying the thunder around his fists, boosting his attack power.
Bang bang bang!
He shattered the incoming rocks.
With the crisis averted, Bashan exhaled in relief.
His attack felt smooth, overpowering the enemy.
But why was his energy consumption so high?
He felt puzzled and shocked.
Posadong, however, wasn’t surprised.
The Holy Knights of the Kingdom of Miracles had long known their holy power and magic countered each other.
Like water dousing fire, when holy power was stronger, it was water; when magic was stronger, it took that role.
It was less restraint and more mutual negation.
Stronger power canceled the opponent’s, enabling swift victory.
The earth and stone dolls’ inherent holy power was weak.
Their controlled attacks carried little holy power, easily overwheld by Bashan’s magic weapon.
But Posadong had a counter.
If holy power-generated objects had weaknesses, using holy power to control them for attacks could mitigate this restraint.
This was precisely Posadong’s expertise.
(End of this Chapter)
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