On the vast and desolate sea, the half-sunken sun dyed the endless waters a mottled golden yellow. Amid this breathtaking natural spectacle, two ships that had just come alongside each other were beginning an all-out melee battle.
Wang Zhifan was merely a passenger on one side; he had no obligation to join the fight. However, driven by a personal goal, he took the lead, charging at the forefront.
Narrow planks, just over a foot wide, had been placed across the sides of the two ships. These makeshift bridges were not particularly stable, and anyone without enough agility and decisiveness could easily fall into the sea below. At that moment, Wang Zhifan stepped first onto one of these planks with steady steps, seemingly walking on solid ground. Holding a crescent-bladed black-handled scimitar, he advanced at a pace slightly faster than a normal walk, heading straight for the opposing ship.
"This guy is out of his mind…"
