Looking at the giant blade slashing towards his face, Gangplank didn't have any thought of confronting it head-on in his heart—don't look at the game where a three-barrel combo destroys heaven and earth, light fighter squishy AD touched is injured, hit is dead. But in the real world, just the terrifying kinetic energy produced when that black stone giant sword swung wasn't something the small broken knife in Gangplank's hand could rival.
Without any consideration for demeanor, Gangplank dodged Riven's slash with a roll. Then in the process of getting up, taking advantage of Riven unable to withdraw the sharp blade, he raised the pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger.
Accompanied by a tongue of fire splashing out, propelled by gunpowder, the solid bullet also broke through the air towards Riven. But under the effect of highly concentrated spirit, let alone Gangplank's attack, even the trajectory of the bullet passing through the air was clear in Riven's vision.
Although just like Gangplank thought, the current Riven couldn't easily withdraw the giant sword swung out—similar giant weapons were hard to be as flexible as one-handed swords in combat. Even if the body had been strengthened, Riven's muscle memory was still using her own body as the counterweight for the giant sword, blade moving with body, body dancing with blade. And in this process, the flying blade body would also become Riven's most reliable shield. And like now, facing an enemy launching an attack while taking advantage of her post-attack recovery opening...
"Hah!!"
Without dodging, or even trying to change her center of gravity, Riven let out a roar on the spot. Accompanied by the sound wave spreading from her throat, tough fighting spirit gathered with the surrounding storm, forming a layer of invisible shield. And that solid bullet upon hitting was like a clay ox entering the sea. The original high speed slowed down visibly, and in the end fell weakly on the ground turning into a copper bean spinning aside.
And seeing this scene, Gangplank's eyes also shrank slightly. Then without any hesitation, he cast his gaze at Faen on the side.
To this, Faen raised his eyebrows somewhat surprisedly. Immediately following, Gangplank leaped to Faen's side, raising the pistol in his hand aiming at Faen's head and shouting at Riven: "Stop it all!!"
Hearing Gangplank's voice full of vitality, the originally chaotic Dreadway also restored a brief calm. And turning her head to look at Gangplank holding Faen hostage, a look of astonishment also appeared in Riven's gaze. For a moment she didn't even know whether to continue swinging the sword.
In contrast, noticing the astonishment on Riven's face and the stopped blade, Gangplank secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart—although not knowing what background this woman wearing a bunny girl uniform had, just the terrifying destructive power displayed in these few minutes of confrontation already made Gangplank secretly alarmed.
Fortunately, her companion looked like a fool... well, saying fool was a bit arbitrary, but more or less a soft persimmon.
Gangplank thought—is it a dandy from some big family? Should be, right?
No wonder Gangplank would think so—without sufficient understanding of the spirit realm, let alone Gangplank, even in Ionia, probably not many people could recognize at a glance that the pale blue flowing water streaking across the sky came from Faen's hand.
Under these circumstances, from landing on the Dreadway to the start of the battle, Faen looked idle, just giving combat orders to Riven from the side. Moreover, the current Riven was still wearing a bunny girl uniform. Although the style was unknown how much more conservative compared to when in the High Tower Manor, one could still see this was just useless dressing up to cater to someone's bad taste.
Thinking this, Gangplank also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, rejoicing that this sudden attack might just be a momentary delusion of this dandy not knowing the height of the sky and the depth of the earth.
And seeing Riven on the side stop her hand movements, and seeing their boss had already taken a hostage, the pirates who were outlaws became active on the spot, gathering in twos and threes looking at each other. A moment later someone let out a sneer:
"What, looks like another stupid noble dandy? Looks like we can make a big fortune again this time!"
"Damn it, this group of lords in Piltover really have money, actually able to find this kind of woman to be a bodyguard, causing us to lose quite a few brothers!"
"Compared to this, this woman looks a bit familiar to me..."
Roaming the seas, Gangplank's crew members, not to say carefully selected, knew the basic survival rules on the Dreadway under Gangplank's authority. For example, all loot confiscated uniformly, distributed uniformly. For example, without Gangplank's order, prohibited to launch attacks at will, etc. Under these circumstances, Gangplank wasn't worried about his subordinates being blinded by lust, stupidly wanting to force this woman to submit obediently by controlling Faen—bodyguard was just a job after all. In this current situation, if this woman really got ruthless, Gangplank had no confidence to win.
Precisely based on this point, even having held Faen hostage, Gangplank still dared not act for a long time. And Gangplank originally didn't care much about these subordinates' words, but after hearing the conversation of the lackeys, soon Gangplank discovered the key point of the matter.
"You know her?" Gangplank looked at the pirate who found Riven familiar and said: "Think carefully, who is she."
Wearing Noxian black steel armor, although somewhat dilapidated, judging from the tattoos on his exposed skin, it could still be seen that this should be a deserter from some Noxian legion, or a former legion soldier who felt being a pirate in Bilgewater was more carefree than being a soldier in Noxus.
Now hearing Gangplank's order, that former Noxian soldier also stared at Riven for a moment, then looked at the black stone giant sword in Riven's hand twice. A moment later, even that soldier's gaze revealed a touch of disbelief.
"You are... you are Riven?! Runic giant sword, that's right, this is indeed that sword, I saw it at the awarding ceremony! This is indeed this sword! And you indeed have silver-gray hair!"
Realizing Riven's identity, a look of disbelief and shock appeared on that soldier's face as he said: "You... how come you appear here? Didn't Noxus withdraw troops? And... you actually became a follower of a dandy? Even wearing this outfit? Am I dreaming?! Damn it, Boss, we seem to have caught a big fish!!"