How dare you touch melons...!?

Commander Half bra had been a pirate for most of her life.

This was not the first time she was encountering the Selechi people.

These were shark-men that did as much as pirates did with merchant ships.

Raid and steal.

However, their own was to raid and kill.

Normally, they would avoid this part of the sea, after all, she was aware of the safe routes of the sea.

However, for some unknown reason, her ship had been unlucky enough to have attracted their sight.

What's more, these beasts were usually only stronger than human beings by their natural strength, and therefore easy to get rid of.

Cultivators amongst their kind were actually rare.

But somehow, she had been unfortunate enough to have come in contact with firstly, a herd of them. And secondly a cultivator amongst them.

And this cultivator, from her fight with it was a higher cultivation than herself.

This for her was not good news.

The first rank of cultivation in this world was called the soul disciple. It was under the primary cultivation soul realm.

It was divided into twelve ranks. Commander half bra was at the eighth rank of the soul disciple cultivation.

She was young, and regardless of the fact that she had to climb her rank of cultivation with hard work and a scarce source of cultivation material she had harvested from the sea, she was doing pretty well for herself.

This was the reason why she was a commander.

She had managed to climb up to the latter half of the soul Disciple rank.

Normally, she had the right to raise her head proudly and survey a part of the sea with high shoulders untouched.

However, she had been unlucky enough to have met her match today.

Her opponent was also of the eighth rank of the soul disciple realm. But unfortunately for her, it came with the advantages it had from being part beast.

Demi-humans or beast men had a strong advantage in a fight against human beings. That distinction was only further focused along the lines of cultivation.

Also, these shark man did not need to worry about having its weapon knocked out like her.

In fact, it had multiple weapons attached to its body.

From its hard head to its terrible-unforgiving jaws, to its claws and even body and feet was a deadly weapon.

There was only so much that a gun and a sword could do against such a form-up.

And that was what led to the unfortunate situation she had now found herself in.

First came the clawing at her back.

Even as she continuously fought for her life, it ached and bled badly. Which in turn slowed down her fighting prowess.

Then came a hit from the back of the arm.

That one almost made her black out, but she was too stubborn to faint.

After all, she was the strongest person aboard the ship. This meant that aside her, no one could defend or fight against this shark man with cultivation.

If she fell here, then all her crew members were as good as dead.

This was not a desirable outcome a captain of a ship would want for their crew members.

Even though it was hard, she had to persevere. She had to hold on to the faint possibility that she could at least land an attack that would make her side have a better chance at survival.

At least if not for herself, she could do it for her crew.

Even if it meant mutual destruction, she had to fight harder.

Unfortunately, her gun had long proven to be useless against this beast.

Her double barrel only carried six bullets. She had used some on the first set of attackers that came for her, and the one she shot at the shark man with cultivation, but had unfortunately missed as a result of the shark-man's quick reaction speed.

She was in the middle of a fight. There was obviously no time for her to reload her double barrel.

She had no other choice than to fight with just the sword.

However, that too had just been rendered useless. It was flung from her hand like a mother scolding a child to stop playing with sand.

She fell on the floor.

The shark man towered over her.

All around her, there was fighting and shouting. Evidently, everybody was too busy with killing to even look her way.

She looked clearly into the eyes of the shark-man.

It looked at her body, and its eyes stopped at her exposed chest. She was a woman and from experience, she could tell what was going through the beast's mind, especially after the sly smile at one edge of its mouth.

It raised its arm up in the air.

Its sharp claws looked as if a line of arrows had been plastered on its fingers.

And then it came down.

Instinctively, she shut her eyes not to see the blooming of her own demise.

It was at this moment that she heard the annoying but eloquent voice of an old man she currently disliked.

"How dare you touch melons I already have my sights on!?"

She opened her eyes.

To her surprise, the shark-man's claws were only inches away from fetching her fleshy chest.

However, the curvy end of a walking stick held it from descending.

She traced the walking stick to the person holding it.

Her eyes opened further at the realization of the identity of the person that had just saved her life.

The shark-man also paused and took a look at Eros in surprise.

It tried to use its other hand, Eros quickly, used his walking stick to pull commander half bra by a boob out of the way.

She rolled to the side. In confusion whether to be happy that he had just saved her life or angry that he just touched her with a stick.

The shark-man was angry. Its prey had just been snatched directly from its eyes. It turned to Eros.

It screamed to the sky. It was really angry.