On the Ark.

"The guy whose penis was cut off."

Swire and Watson both paused for two seconds, then Swire's expression turned strange, while Watson's face turned very ugly.

"You two adulterers!" Wolfson growled, raising his hand and pointing at Lin Ye and Swire. "I'm too lazy to argue with you anymore. Get them and kill them."

The two musketeers immediately sprang into action, one targeting Lin Ye and the other targeting Swire.

This kind of behavior—fighting when you can't win an argument—is commonplace from infancy to old age. Lin Ye had already begun preparing before Swire and Watson started arguing. He first took two steps back and picked up the sword of the deceased security guard from the ground as a substitute for the fire extinguisher. But he hadn't given up on the fire extinguisher. When the rioters rushed at him, he released the safety pin and sprayed it indiscriminately at the fire-wielding knife-wielder. While the dry ice sprayed from the fire extinguisher didn't cause much harm to the knife-wielder himself, it successfully covered the burning blade, turning it into an ordinary knife.

"That's why it's so important to keep a fire extinguisher at home."

While inwardly marveling at the situation, Lin Ye grabbed a fire extinguisher and swung it at the flaming man's head. However, the flaming man easily dodged it.

That left him with no choice but to grit his teeth and do it. The security personnel's swords and Lin Ye's black steel sword were quite different in weight and length, making them very awkward for Lin Ye to use.

However, his opponent's swordsmanship was not bad either. Lin Ye could feel it the moment the blade clashed. Although he was not as good as Yato, Yato had held back during training, but this thug clearly wouldn't. He was obviously aiming to take Lin Ye's life, and Lin Ye naturally couldn't defeat him. After barely managing to parry five blows, he was forced into a corner by the thug, and he could barely hold his sword.

But the more this was the case, the more Lin Ye told himself he needed to stay calm. The only way to defeat this guy was to trigger the Leaping Wave Strike. So he tried hard to find that feeling, that feeling of facing the waves. He could only use Leaping Wave Strike in a desperate situation, and now he was clearly in a desperate situation.

Facing the long blade that was swinging down, Lin Ye gritted his teeth, and he seemed to hear the sound of waves crashing past.

But the next second, a dull thud replaced the sound; a fire extinguisher, thrown at him, struck the back of the thug's head with pinpoint accuracy. The thug's attack was abruptly halted. Lin Ye immediately seized the opportunity, dodging the attack and then plunging the security guard's sword into the thug's heart. The thug immediately grabbed Lin Ye's shoulder; the terrifying black mask was inches away. Lin Ye could sense the thug's intent to die with him. He gritted his teeth, twisted the hilt of his sword violently, and the thug's heart was instantly shattered. He could no longer exert any force and slowly collapsed in front of Lin Ye. At the same time, the sound of the waves vanished.

Did Leap Strike fail to trigger?

This was the first time Lin Ye had encountered such a situation. He had clearly heard the sound of the waves, but he wondered if the threat had suddenly disappeared.

Thinking of this, he immediately looked at Swire and then his eyes widened.

Another thug had also fallen to the ground, his head also struck hard; he had clearly been killed by Swire using a fire extinguisher. But Swire paid a heavy price for this as well; she was leaning against the wall, bent over, because the thug's long knife had pierced through her body.

"What are you looking at, you loser..." Swire said softly, "Aren't you going to come and help me up?"

Lin Ye finally came to his senses and hurriedly ran towards Swire. But before he could, Swire grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled it directly out of her body.

"Are you crazy?!" Lin Ye exclaimed in shock, immediately supporting Shi Huaiya. "Don't move, please don't move."

"You idiot, are you stupid?" Swire said. "If you don't pull out your knife, are you expecting me to keep fighting in this state?"

The moment Swire finished speaking, applause rang out again in front of the door.

"As expected of Superintendent Poetry." Watson smiled broadly, but his words were full of mockery. "Risking serious injury to save this...pretty boy next to you?"

When Worson remained silent, Lin Ye almost forgot there was a jerk here. He immediately turned his head and stared intently at Worson.

"Oh ho, your little rich girl got injured, and that makes you angry, doesn't it?" Watson slowly walked towards Lin Ye and Swire. His two henchmen were already dead, but he didn't seem worried at all. "Tsk tsk tsk, how pathetic. Beatrice Swire, you actually ended up like this trying to save your wild man. I have to think more highly of you."

Swire looked up at Walson and said slowly, "I am Swire, a senior superintendent of the Guard Bureau."

"Ha, the Guard Bureau, just a dog kept by Lungmen, what's there to be proud of?" Wollson's expression gradually turned ferocious. "Beatlex Swire, what you did to me back then, I'm returning to you today. I told you, you won't leave this place alive today, absolutely not!"

"Keep chattering," Swire said calmly. "I'm still alive and well, aren't I? Your henchmen are all gone, and now all I have to deal with is you, you loser."

"Really? Do you really think so?" Wolsen smiled strangely, then clapped his hands.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, and soon, more than a dozen thugs appeared behind Watson.

“I told you,” Walson laughed, “you’re not leaving here tonight. You’ll die here with your little man.”

……

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Author's rant: Writing battle chapters is such a pain. I'm still not good at it. I need to take it slow.

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Chapter 168 The Power to Split the Waves (3K)

This is really difficult.

Lin Ye, supporting Swire, looked at the dozen or so thugs standing beside Watson and felt a headache coming on. Although their attire differed from the two musketeers from before, resembling the two Swire had defeated with a fire extinguisher in the middle of the corridor, their individual fighting strength was likely inferior. However, the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming, and Swire beside him was clearly unable to fight anymore. Even breathing had become extremely difficult; maintaining consciousness was a struggle.

However, Swire's physical abilities are truly terrifying. When she was stabbed by the attacker at the beginning, Lin Ye thought she was incapacitated, but ten minutes later she single-handedly took down two enemies with a fire extinguisher, and just now she took down an even more formidable one… no, to be precise, two. According to Watson, if Swire hadn't been so focused on Lin Ye's situation, worried about him being killed, the other fire-wielding attacker might not have been able to harm her.

If those injuries had landed on Lin Ye, he would have been absolutely dead. Even if he had miraculously survived, without a medical operator, he would have been practically useless. Therefore, it's easy to see how outstanding Swire's strength is. No wonder Yato once told him that in many situations, hard work can't compare to innate racial advantages, and pure-blooded humans are almost at the bottom in this regard.

However, the fact that Swire has managed to hold on until now, based solely on the claim of racial superiority, is an absolute insult to her. This seemingly wealthy young lady would actually risk her life for Lin Ye, someone she's only known for a few days. Of course, there's some self-reproach involved in dragging Lin Ye into this incident, but Lin Ye feels that it should be attributed more to spirit, the spirit of a senior superintendent in the Lungmen Guard Bureau.

Swire finally realized that she had reached her limit and that no matter how hard she tried, she could no longer wield the knife.

So she said softly, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for," Lin Ye shook his head. "You just saved my life."

"Tsk, no need to comfort me like that. I dragged you into this, so I'll take responsibility for my own actions," Swire said. "Looks like we can't get out of here. There's no other way. I'll be your slave in hell. If you don't like slaves, I'll be your mother in the next life."

Lin Ye was initially somewhat moved by what he heard, but he quickly realized something was definitely wrong: "Huh?"

“I said, I’ll be your mother in my next life to make it up to you,” Swire said slowly. “If you become my son, and anyone dares to bully you, I’ll smash their head in.”

"...I think you're tired, you should rest for a while."

Lin Ye felt his eyes had truly been opened. He had heard of being reborn as a slave or a servant, but this was the first time he had ever heard of being reborn as someone's mother. From this perspective, Miss Swire's thought process was indeed somewhat different from ordinary people, although Lin Ye knew that she was speaking from the heart.

Watson had obviously heard what Swire said and laughed exaggeratedly.

"Swire, Swire, I've discovered that you really are kind of cute."

"Really? But I don't find you cute at all," Swire said calmly. "If someone like you were to be my son in the next life, I'd probably shove your head right down the toilet."

Watson's smile immediately turned into a vicious grin: "You filthy bitch..."

Lin Ye put Shi Huaiya down and said, "You should rest well. I appreciate your kindness. I don't want to find a mother for my next life yet, so it's better for you to stay alive."

"Alive?" Watson clenched his fists. "This bitch wants to live?"

Swire ignored Watson and looked up at Lin Ye, then suddenly broke down emotionally.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Her eyes reddened. "I really didn't want to involve you, really."

This young lady from Lungmen, a senior superintendent in the Imperial Guard, didn't cry when she was stabbed by an attacker, didn't cry when she was insulted, and didn't cry when she was seriously injured. She was as resilient and resolute as a warrior.

Only at this moment did she cry; only at this moment did she seem like a girl, finally showing her vulnerable side.

Lin Ye nodded without saying anything, but simply picked up the longsword of the previous fire-wielding soldier.

This knife is easier to handle than the security personnel's sword, and it will probably be faster to wield.

Witnessing Swire's emotional breakdown and seeing Lin Ye pick up the knife, Worson couldn't stop smiling.

"What do you think you're doing, you weakling?" Watson laughed. "If I'm not mistaken, you're human, the most ordinary kind. Tsk tsk tsk, what right do you have to raise a knife, you lowly, weak race? How about this, you cut off Beatrice Swire's head right now, and maybe I'll spare your life. What do you say?"

"Shut up, you dead eunuch," Lin Ye said calmly. "NMSL."

"You...you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!" Worson, no longer wanting to play along, pointed at Lin Ye's nose and roared, "Chop those two scoundrels down!"

Lin Ye stared at Worson.

He was furious, so furious that he wanted to bite Wolsen hard in the neck, even if it meant death, just like he had felt that night when he faced the thugs who attacked Nightingale.

However, he told himself to stay calm, to be absolutely calm.

He is no longer the person he was that night.

He had to get out, get out alive, and take this rich young woman who wanted to be his mother with him. So he couldn't just throw his life away recklessly; he had to do everything in his power and make use of everything he had.

He couldn't possibly defeat more than ten thugs, not even if he fought with all his might.

Therefore, there is only one way to solve the current predicament, a tiny possibility, which he must seize.

So as the mob charged at him, he lowered his center of gravity as much as possible, as if trying to transform himself into a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

He held a long knife in his right hand.

With his left hand, he picked up another long knife from the ground.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Trying to capture the sound of the waves.

……

He still remembered that two weeks ago, when he had just learned the Leap Strike and was about to return to his dormitory, Lin Ye asked Skadi, "Does this technique consistently increase combat power by two to three times each time?"

“It depends on the person,” Skadi said.

"What do you mean?"

“For me, this number is already the limit,” Skadi said calmly. “But for you, it may not be. Two to three times may not be your limit. It could be three to four times, or even higher.”

Lin Ye was overjoyed: "So I'm this talented?"

“No.” Skadi shook her head, then said seriously, “Because you started from a low point.”

Lin Ye: "..."

……

Can humans stop ocean waves?

This shouldn't be a problem.

Aside from those ancient, colossal ocean predators, no creature should be able to withstand the waves; for humans, waves should be considered a natural disaster. Faced with natural disasters, humans are but ants.

This is only what should be.

Lin Ye finally heard the sound of the waves.

It was more imposing than ever before. Even though nothing could be seen, one could still feel the overwhelming pressure, as if it were about to engulf everything.

Lin Ye stood in the middle of the waves, looking pitifully small.

However, he swung his knife at the waves.

Even if it's incredibly overconfident, he still wants to split the waves.

……

Lin Ye rushed out.

This was the first time he had used dual swords, and dual katana at that. He had no prior experience with this, but now he wanted to be like a cheetah, with both hands as deadly claws.

As if he had no formal instruction, he swung his two swords, and a crisp humming sound followed. It was the sound of blades cutting through the wind, using the power to slice through ocean waves; the blades emitted a series of cries as they cut through the air. This had nothing to do with swordsmanship, but simply the purest, most extreme form of "force." This force allowed him to swing his swords at speeds exceeding the speed of sound.