Treasure Hunters, Sail the Blue Sea

Chapter 76 The show begins

When Lucilia's words sounded in his ears, Arka immediately looked behind him.

The light of the knife flew past him.

A dagger was stuck in the wall next to it.

Look at people coming.

With flamboyant attire and a clown painting all over his face, he walked towards Alka with exaggerated steps.

That crazy smile on his face and those scarlet eyes.

"Hahaha, I finally caught you again!"

The dagger that was stuck on the wall disappeared, and new daggers appeared in the clown's hand again, one after another appeared between his fingers.

With a flick of both hands, 8 daggers were thrown towards Alka.

Alka rolled and flashed past.

A dagger still cut his clothes on the back.

A card flew towards the clown along the ground, and when it was about to hit the clown, it suddenly flew upwards.

But he was hit by the dagger in his hand.

But it also bought time for Alka.

"It's you, the defeated general."

Arka who got up again looked a little embarrassed, his body was covered with dust from the ground, and a gap was cut in the clothes on his back.

With one sentence, the clown in front of him was instantly enraged.

The figure quickly ran towards Alka, while shaking his hands, throwing daggers one after another towards him.

At the same time, he yelled frantically: "I will cut your mouthpiece and feed you to eat it."

This clown seemed to be even crazier than the ones he met before, and he couldn't calm down at all.

Alka retreated quickly, and kept holding his hands around his waist, shooting one card after another towards the enemy.

The arc of the card is somewhat unpredictable.

Launch from various directions.

Drawing a strange arc, the enemy had to stop.

One dagger after another made Alka tired of dealing with it. He took out the locker on his thigh, flipped the paddle on the back and fired a shot.

The diffused bullets scattered around, and the bullets were like pale white fireballs burning.

Shoot down all the projected daggers.

Alka's other free hand was already holding the pistol, aiming at the enemy and directly emptying the wheel.

Faced with such a situation.

The clown rolled around directly, ignoring the flying cards, even if he was hit by the card and cut on the flesh and blood, he still didn't care.

Then he stepped on the ground and turned towards Alka.

At this time, Arka had already leaned against the wall, unable to avoid it.

A card slipped from the bottom of his trousers and was stepped on by him.

"die!"

The clown who rushed over waved the dagger with both hands, and waved it crazily at Alka.

Alka could only hold the locker and the pistol to block.

But the melee combat methods are obviously not as good as the clown's. Even though he has intentionally trained during this time, he is still quite inferior.

After only blocking it twice, the dagger cut through his wrist and shoulder.

Enduring the pain, Alka squatted down, and then rolled directly beside him.

Such an action made the red-eyed clown ecstatic, he held the dagger in his hand without hesitation, and stabbed it downward.

The flaws in Alka's body now seem to be handing over his life to him.

Only then did he realize that he couldn't move his hands.

Turning his head to look, four water chains appeared from nowhere, connecting to the ground and binding his limbs.

There is a blue card there.

Alka, who rolled up, held the locker without hesitation and dialed the rear paddle again to face the clown in front of him.

"Goodbye, idiot!"

Aiming at the head, a cluster of dense bullets sprayed out from the muzzle.

Squeezed on a group of projectiles, the burning pale white flames mixed together, like a fireball.

"Crack!"

There was a sound like breaking glass.

The projectile hit a thin layer of shield, and then the shield shattered under the attack, but the bullet also consumed all its power.

Followed by the shattered shield chip falling towards the ground.

Behind the broken shield is a clown with a grinning face.

"You're not the only one with this thing."

It's as if the old days reappeared.

It was the shield that saved Arka's life last time, and it was also the shield that saved the enemy this time.

At this time Arka felt the numbness of his left hand.

Looking back, the wound on the wrist and shoulder of his left hand was slightly numb, and there was a different color on it.

"You still put poison on the knife?"

The clown's smile became even more ferocious.

He broke free from the water chain with all his strength, and walked over quickly, while Arka could only staggered up and retreated backward.

"As I said, I will cut off your mouthpiece bit by bit and feed it into your stomach."

"Then cut open my stomach, take out my mouthpiece and sew it on?" Arka asked rhetorically.

"what?"

Alka's sudden answer made the clown slightly confused.

Then the crimson eyes that had faded a bit were filled with blood again, and anger was almost visible to the naked eye all over his clown-like face.

He seemed to be insulted.

Gritting his teeth, he roared angrily: "You really should be damned, damned!"

This person's psychology is much more fragile than I thought, and a few casual words can irritate him.

Alka couldn't help thinking, then controlled his breathing, and stepped back.

The clown, who was already extremely angry, was no longer ready to give Alka any chance, and charged like lightning with a dagger in his hand.

Looking at the rushing clown, a smile suddenly appeared on his originally embarrassed face.

A blue gradient card appeared at the Joker's feet at some unknown time.

After being excited, water chains spewed out one after another, launching out instantly.

Directly tied up the rushing clown in the air, and forcibly pulled him in place.

In addition to binding his limbs, he also wrapped his waist around the same way, firmly imprisoning him in place.

This is the first card he got from Jack.

Compared with the power made by himself, the power is much stronger, and the stimulation is smoother.

After all, the cards he made couldn't even achieve gradient colors.

Arka took this opportunity to reload.

Dense red, thorny lines appeared on the clown's face.

With the sound of roaring.

The chain formed by the water flow began to become unstable, and water stains kept splashing out.

Seeing the clown who had already freed his hands, Arka hit the bomb and dodged directly to the side.

One after another daggers flew towards them.

After wiping Alka, it hit the surrounding mud and walls.

At this time, the clown exerted his strength again, about to break free from the water chain on his legs.

And daggers kept appearing in both hands and threw towards Alka, preventing him from attacking himself.

Run forward and roll to avoid dagger attacks.

The attack stopped suddenly.

Turn around and look.

The clown has broken free from the chains on his legs.

Arka raised his hand to shoot, and the clown, who was breaking free from the chain around his waist, had no time to dodge, and immediately raised his hand to protect his head.

The bullet directly hit his wrist, and the dense ammunition directly festered his wrist and the surrounding area.

The scarlet thorns began to glow, and non-fatal wounds were no longer a hindrance to him.

And Alka didn't know when a magic top hat appeared in his hand, and he put it on his head.

He looked at the clown who was still left with the chain around his waist.

said with a smile.

"The show has begun."

The cards that Alka threw out and nailed to the ground began to emit a faint light.

It is a transparent colorless light.

(End of this chapter)