They all call me Great Master-Chapter 669 - 666 Crazy Freeman!

"Well done.

Albert, you'll soon be able to become a qualified captain!"

Barry said with a smile.

To which, Albert responded with a wry smile.

This first mate of humble origin was pushed into the limelight, a role that should have been filled by Barry as captain.

But Barry had directly handed it over to him.

This made Albert realize that Barry was really about to retire.

And him?

He truly was favored by luck.

No!

He was favored by the Big Boss.

Subconsciously, the young first mate looked up at the top level of the "Oriental".

There, their Big Boss was holding that chubby orange cat, gazing at the sunset.

Seeming to notice his gaze, their Big Boss looked down and smiled at them as a gesture.

Immediately, the young first mate respectfully bowed in salute.

Barry did the same beside him.

Even Barry, who was about to retire, was more respectful than the young first mate next to him.

After all, the captain knew a bit more.

As Arthur watched the two bowing in respect while holding Pendragon, he smartly moved from one part of the terrace to another.

He didn't want to disturb the two sailors' rest time after this.

"Want to go have fun in Xilongde?

I know a bar where the strippers are incredibly spicy!"

As Arthur left, Barry immediately extended an invitation to Albert.

"No, I..."

"Then let's go to another bar, the male strippers there are incredibly spicy!"

Albert, of civilian origin, immediately declined, but before he could finish, Barry interrupted him.

Immediately, the young first mate flashed a wry smile.

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He knew his senior and superior was nicknamed 'Big Mouth'.

But it wasn't until this moment that he finally understood why the nickname was so apt.

However, clearly, the young first mate still underestimated 'Big Mouth' Barry.

"Neither?

Then would you like to try something else?

For example: The story of the big goose!

When I was still a sailor, I saw that very special performance once..."

Barry wrapped an arm around Albert's shoulders and began whispering.

After a brief moment, Albert's face showed shock.

"What?"

"Don't be surprised, it's normal, not everyone is wealthy. A big goose is also worth considering, and even sheep!

Let me tell you!"

Faced with his shocked junior, 'Big Mouth' Barry began to impart his wisdom.

These words should have only been heard by the two of them.

But they completely underestimated the power of those from the Mystic Side.

At least, Arthur and Old John could hear everything.

Regarding this, Old John scoffed disdainfully.

Geese? Sheep?

What's this supposed to be?

Back then, a piece of flesh was all they needed.

And Arthur?

He pricked up his ears to listen while covering Pendragon's ears with his hands.

"As a pure little kitty, you mustn't listen to such stories; you'll be tainted."

Meow?

Pendragon's cat face scrunched inward, resembling an old man peering at a cellphone in the subway.

It knew its owner was using it to relieve stress.

And so...

Pendragon rubbed against his owner.

Then, the kitten's eyes turned to the dense woods on the riverbank, where there was an unusual airflow, tinged with threads of malice.

Arthur noticed Pendragon's expression and immediately a smile appeared in his eyes.

Clearly, the griffin physique and spirituality had taken effect.

When the faint scent of blood arose, Arthur whispered to Pendragon, cradling it in his arms—

"The show's about to begin!"

...

Freeman, having vanished into the tree canopy and relying on the Blood Gladiator's secret technique, clearly locked onto a knight with ill intentions.

With no finesse, but sheer brute strength and his claws, Freeman twisted the knight's neck sharply.

Crack!

Amid the crisp sound, sharp claws sliced off the head like a knife.

Fresh blood spurted out like a fountain.

Freeman's face, neck, and chest were all drenched in such fresh blood.

A thick scent.

An old, familiar scent.

A sweet scent.

This caused Freeman, who had always been suppressing his bloodthirsty nature in Mouse Alley of South Los, to burst into maniacal laughter—

"Haha!

What lovely sunshine today!"

An arrow whistled through the air, and Freeman caught it with his hand, but the immense force and hidden power still left fine wounds in the palm of his hand.

Crimson blood belonging to himself mixed with the original crimson, and Freeman laughed even more heartily.

"Damn, pretty strong bite!"

In his maniacal laughter, Freeman flung the arrow back whence it came.

At the same time, he lunged at the knight who was charging at him, sword in hand.

Without dodging, Freeman caught the longsword.

Ignoring the blade nearly severing his palm completely, Freeman, towering above, slammed his forehead against the knight's helmet with force.

Bang!

It was like a heavy hammer swung in a full circle, flattening the helmet; brain matter and blood sprayed from the gaps in the helmet like a crushed tomato.

"I'll bloody well not lose! Not gonna lose!"

Freeman shouted while lapping up the blood.

Instantly, the wound in his palm began to heal rapidly.

Even a newly born Blood Gladiator still possessed all sorts of incredible powers.

Feeling his transformation, Freeman's laughter grew even more deranged; he covered his face with both hands, tilting back so far that his body almost lay parallel to the ground.

Anyone witnessing this scene would think they had encountered a madman.

And that's exactly what Catherine thought.

This 'Pain Church' Saintess snorted coldly.

"Kill this lunatic."

At the Saintess's command, the Disaster Knights charged in unison.

Thump thump thump!

The unique charging sound of the cavalry rose, like battle drums, intimidating and heart-stopping, making one involuntarily retreat.

But the crazily laughing Freeman didn't care; he kept on laughing.

A madman!

The people of the 'Pain Church' became even more convinced of this, but only Amiel could see clearly through the gaps between the fingers covering the face, those blood-red eyes that were bloodthirsty yet unbelievably calm.

It was the cold bloodedness of waiting for prey to step into a trap.

In his heart, Freeman quietly counted down—

Three, two, one...

Boom!