The sounds of commotion from the upper deck reached my ears as I absorbed Cairo's words. Guards from the VIP section rushed toward the upper deck, implying that the situation was critical. Then a Huge figure, even bigger than Julius, appeared. This newcomer had distinct Asian features and was accompanied by a group of guards.

As my gaze was drawn to this imposing figure, a familiar cold feeling gripped my heart, just as it had in Ringheer.I couldn't help but wonder if I was finally grasping the nature of this sensation. Maybe as a signal.

Despite Cairo's interruption, I was drawn to the imposing figure, curious as to what was going on. He stood on the deck, and one of the guards said, "Sir Yang, you identify that ship?"

"Ah, Eblistan's ship," he said, "They must have known I was aboard this merchant vessel."

The guards asked Yang if he could defeat the attackers with his Psychic powers.

"There's a strong signal of a psychic coming from that ship, and also..." He paused briefly before turning his gaze to me "In this ship."

His statement perplexed the guards, who sought clarification. "Pardon?" asked one of them.

Sir Yang, on the other hand, chose to concentrate on the task at hand. "Anyway, let's get started," he said. "You all help the sailors, and I'll handle the rest." He conjured a fireball in his hands with a quick motion.

A profound sense of dread washed over me as Sir Yang's intense gaze bore into me. However, I reasoned that Yang may have thought I was harmless, which is why he had left me alone.

I watched Yang's battle preparations. He started by stretching himself back. The fireball in his hand grew brighter and more intense, resembling a miniature sun.

Yang adjusted his shot as if aiming at a distant target. He threw the fireball with such force that the impact of his foot on the deck echoed like a crack. The bright fireball soared into the sky before exploding, casting an eerie red glow that blanketed the skies. The explosion created a slew of fireballs that descended on the enemy ship like rain.

However, just as the barrage was about to hit its target, a massive wave surged in front of the enemy ship. Defying the incoming fireballs, this massive wall of water absorbed and extinguished them. It was a power show that left me speechless. The battle in front of me was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Never knew the psychic battles could be this intense. I was also feeling the cold feeling from before, it confirmed that it signalised psychic activity near me, the true ability of perucolysis.

Sir Yang sighed with resignation. He was prepared to launch another attack to repel the enemy.

Marco emerged from his cabin just as Yang was about to make his next move. He barked orders for the sailors to change the ship's course to take advantage of the wind's direction.

Yang, on the other hand, had other Plans. He stopped the sailors in their tracks and issued his own command, "We will be facing the enemy ship head-on," he declared

Marco attempted to assert his authority, "I am the captain of this ship," he stated, "not you."

Yang used his psychic powers to silence Marco's voice mid-sentence before he could.

"When I issue an order, the entire fleet follows it." He declared "Also get all the crates of gunpowder in a cover, don't let them enemy see it."

The sailors quickly fell in line and began carrying out Yang's orders. With cannons aimed and mortars ready, our ship turned, knotted its sails, and steered headlong toward the approaching Eblistan ship.

As our ship approached the enemy, for a counterattack, the Eblistan ship launched its attack. Cannonballs rained down on us, and the sailors scrambled to defend the ship . Yang flicked his finger, conjuring a massive wave that surged in front of our ship i. The ship followed the wave's lead, attempting to intercept the incoming cannonballs while riding the protective shield. While the wave helped to mitigate some of the damage, several cannonballs still struck our ship, causing damage.

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Yang wasted no time as the wave dissipated. He directed the sailors to launch a retaliatory attack. The cannons fired, sending projectiles hurtling toward the enemy vessel. In response, the Eblistan ship attempted to form a defensive wave, but they were unable to stop the mortar attack. The mortars hit their target with pinpoint accuracy, causing critical damage to the enemy vessel.

Yang wasted no time after the successful assault, his urgency obvious. He quickly issued an order to the sailors to prepare for another round of attacks.

Yang's orders were quickly carried out, and our ship launched another devastating barrage of attacks on the enemy ship. The attack caused significant damage to the Eblistan ship, with cannonballs and mortar strikes wreaking havoc.

As the smoke of battle began to settle, the two ships drew closer. Yang, with his focus, turned his attention toward the enemy ship. He searched for something specific and, upon locating it, pointed a finger at the target. He snapped his finger, generating a colossal blast that inflicted severe damage to the enemy vessel.

But Yang wasn't done yet. He triggered another powerful explosion on the Eblistan ship with a simple movement of his finger. The intensity of his abilities left me and the crew perplexed.

Engulfed in flames, the enemy ship's sails turned to ash, and its sailors desperately attempted to flee the fire by leaping into the water.

In the midst of our ship's brief triumph, we were abruptly thrown into another problem.

A strong gust of cold wind swept past me, evoking the unsettling sensation, a presence of psychic powers. Yang and I both turned behind. As we did so, a stealthy figure appeared seemingly out of thin air, leaving me to wonder if I that was teleportation.

Yang didn't waste any time. "Shit, catch him!" he said to the guards.

The intruder moved with incredible speed, evading the guards' attempts to apprehend him. He moved carefully, uncovering various chests and crates on the ship's deck. Finally, he discovered a crate containing gunpowder, which set off and made me realize something in my head.

One of our ship's guards aimed his musket at the intruder, ready to fire, but the enigmatic figure unleashed a fiery blast into the sky before he could pull the trigger. The musket's gunshot and the searing projectile shot him dead, making him fall into the ocean.

As Yang and I scanned the horizon, a palpable sense of foreboding gripped us, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Before, maybe Yang observed the barrels of gunpowder that had been placed on the enemy, I realized he'd devised a plan, to remotely ignite the gunpowder using his Pyro abilities.

As Yang and I scanned the horizon, a palpable sense of foreboding washed over us, as if something terrible was about to happen. The enemy ship approached, its intent foreboding.Yang, our Pyromancer, observed the barrels of gunpowder we had strategically placed on the deck. With a calculating look in his eyes, I realized he'd devised a daring plan, ready to remotely ignite the gunpowder using his Pyro abilities. It was a brilliant, but risky, strategy.

Suddenly, the realization struck me. The enemy might have devised a similar scheme.

"Darn it," I grumbled to myself as I took quick steps away from the explosive gunpowder barrels.

Then it happened in the blink of an eye. A deafening roar of waves spread through the air, louder than any cannon or musket fire. All eyes were drawn to the source of the commotion.

A colossal figure emerged from the depths of the sea. The enemy ship was engulfed in the grasp of the massive creature. We were taken aback by this unexpected turn of events as the sea creature returned to the depths.