Fake Yang Dingtian! Making a Move...

Immediately, Yang Dingtian, who was at a side, was given a scare. What did it have to do with me? How were these pirates involved with me?

"Blow the horn, get ready for battle." Ling Wu spoke.

After which, she suddenly took out a bent blade, "Yan Nantian, I can tell that you know some martial arts. As for whether you wish to stay behind and help or to stay inside the cabin, the choice is up to you."

Yang Dingtian replied, "I will stay behind to fight. However, let me go and get my weapon."

Yang Dingtian pretended to walk to his cabin as he took out his youngling sword from his ring of storage before returning back to Ling Wu's side.

When Ling Wu saw the youngling sword on Yang Dingtian's hand, she couldn't help but feel slightly startled, "This is your weapon? This iron rod doesn't look like an iron rod. It seems like an iron ruler, but it isn't. It's so ugly. I have better weapons here. I will get someone to grab one for you."