Pirate Kingship

Before the giants knocked away could fall back into the sea.

Bang!

The sea reverberated with the crack of a thunderous bowstring; a flash of lightning appeared, and the storm giant, the incarnation of Byron, appeared behind the flame giant.

The chest’s [Storm King’s Seal] emitted a roar more intense than a zero-level whale oil steam engine.

The hearts of the nearby sea creatures seemed to be in sync, resonating, their blood vessels ruptured, exploding into a mist of blood.

Withdraw your elbow! Swing your fist!

The surrounding atmosphere was instantly evacuated, then launched together with the force of Byron’s two fists.

The air in front, before it could escape, was blasted by the supersonic speed of the fists, exploding into air blast rings capable of easily tearing steel and stubborn stone.

The waves smoothed out, and the white vapor billowed, transforming into thousands of grand white ribbons shooting out for thousands of meters together with Byron’s full power.

Each white ribbon seemed light as nothing, yet even the collateral impact they unintentionally caused far exceeded that of siege crossbows.

In one instant, everything from the peaks of ocean currents to the sky’s vapor within hundreds of meters was crushed into pieces.

Where the fists reached, all turned into a forbidden zone for life.

The flame giant’s six arms had been broken, the shattered ribs could barely protect the chest’s fiery heart, fortunately without any sense of pain, otherwise, it would have long lost the ability to fight.

In the rush, it could only rally the surging flames around it into six fiery arms by instinct.

A dim blue divine light burst from the heart at its limit.

Though the flame giant lacked wisdom, it had grown to be a first-level Curse Spirit comparable to a Fifth Order Pseudo-God, and its combat experience far surpassed that of the twenty-year-old Byron.

Moreover, most of it transformed into instinct ingrained into its bones.

The six limbs swung with a piercing whistle, like a long whip of flame that gets faster from tip to end, thick to thin, trying to compensate for its lack of technique by using more to overwhelm less.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

The wind roared, heat waves surged, and the sea water was about to be boiled by the six long whips.

The mud gas mine that had lain quiet on the seabed for countless years also released a constant stream of bubbles, fueling the might of the [Core of the Melting Furnace].

Byron borrowed the power of the storm, and the Curse Spirit, which had dominated the underwater ley lines for years, showed no signs of weakness, borrowing the mud gas mine’s power, as this was ultimately its home ground.

The two giants overturned the seas with their movements, and the nearby [Golden Deer] had to retreat further.

Violet also immediately ordered:

"Extinguish all open flames on the ship."

This command revealed the flaws in the strategy of relying on collective power.

If someone could resist strong enemies, it would be fine. If the collective system collapsed, then mud gas, tsunamis, or even just slightly stronger calamities could wipe them out.

Luckily, this time the opponent wasn’t something that could make them worry greatly.

Thunder and fire exploded violently.

The flame giant had six arms, but when facing Byron’s two arms, it couldn’t keep up with his speed at all.

Flames collapsed, air currents dispersed, shoulder blades fractured...

Byron’s punches and kicks from the start far surpassed the firepower of coordinated heavy coastal artillery.

Each time his fists passed through the magnetic field coils, they accelerated further, and the speed of his punches became faster and stronger through repetition.

Byron poured his whole being into it, incredibly focused; the Mind Realm of "Unity of All Things" rose steadily.

2.1...2.2...2.4...

His understanding of his own Strange Arts [Magnetic Catapult] deepened, becoming intimately aware of even the slightest changes in the surrounding magnetic field.

This is the unique power that intelligent life in the Material World, represented by humans, can master even without the Sea of Origin Matter, and it is the prerequisite for becoming a "Harmonizer of All Things".

After stepping into the Divine Domain, by continually accumulating Authority, he didn’t fear the complexity of power.

As long as the Mind Realm kept up, the use of moves and Authority could reach exquisite perfection with ease.

Thus, at this moment, the series of Mystic Arts of the Storm Sword Technique: Fingertip Spear, No-thought Spinning Slash·All Living Beings are Equal, Peacock Feather, Siege Hammer... flowed one by one through Byron’s mind.

These Mystic Arts of mere mortals now seemed outdated to him.

But amid the high-focus chaotic battle, Byron effortlessly innovated, gradually perfecting a New Mystic Art most suited for himself through a series of moves.

Moreover, it held great potential for exploration, the first gear was just the beginning.

"Inhale—Exhale—"

To help those mass-produced soldier persons awaken "Flow State" faster, Byron had studied the [Breathing Method: Storm King’s Seal] most extensively.

He prepared to simplify it and teach it to soldier persons and whale oil mechanics.

Let them imitate the Knights’ Fourth Order Dragon Taming Technique to control [Prosthetic Limbs], automated assembly lines, steam battleships, steam locomotives... and other mechanical creations.

Now, using [Storm King’s Seal], which unified internal and external magnetic fields, as the core, with his body’s magnetic field as the negative pole and the external world’s magnetic field as the positive pole.

Employing dual opposition, to mobilize the archetypal "one" that is the origin of all transformation.

On the surface it looked like a magnetic storm, but its essence was still an extension of [Transformation] Authority.

So even in an explosive "overload" state, everything was under Byron’s control, without affecting his "usable life." Pre-setting buffers, warning values, was not a difficult task either.

Of course, such techniques were not beyond the imagination of the Lancaster Family and the Storm Knight Order’s legendary figures throughout history.

The main issue was that even with the power of the collective backing them, normal human bodies couldn’t utilize it.

Walking with three legs, besides maintaining absolute stability and balance, allowed Byron to take full advantage all the way.