Captain – Chapter 505 – Worthy of the Name “Night Curtain”

“Damn, the ‘surprises’ I’ve encountered today exceed those of the past ten years combined.”

His gaze piercing through the night fog, Enzo looked at the Mermaid slowly turning around, positioning itself for counterattack, and at the youth standing on the nearshore side of the ship’s rail, issuing loud warnings. He muttered: “Isn’t this boy supposed to be in hell already?”

That hoarse declaration, full of threatening undertones, was indeed from Richi.

This youth with eyes like blood-fire, now the nominal captain of the Taranhof, appearing here naturally meant that ghost ship had arrived.

From his words, it seemed even the Ghost Scythe had fallen into his hands.

Already facing the Golden-Eyed Devil and the curse-bearing former Imperial Lion alone, now inexplicably confronted with another legend, with the status of his own warship and crew unknown—an ordinary person would have lost all fighting spirit by now.

Unfortunately, Night Curtain Enzo was no ordinary person. To outsiders, he was a madman.

An extreme madman.

“The old man didn’t mention this boy was still alive before I came. Does this count as deliberately concealing the mission’s difficulty? Not that it matters much.”

The man withdrew his gaze and looked back at the young man, smiling to himself and muttering, then praised the young woman without turning: “I must say, your ability to train people is impressive. His style is at least ninety percent similar to yours.”

“Just as shameless and unscrupulous.”

As he finished speaking, giving the young woman no chance to stall, Enzo lunged forward, suddenly attacking. His black cloak danced in the flowing wind, like the surging darkness, followed by a blade flash so fast it was almost impossible to track.

“Damn it, couldn’t he find a better excuse to buy time?”

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Complaining to herself, Roy hurriedly followed, knowing the little bastard’s psychological tactic had no effect. Instead, her momentary daze had given him the opportunity to successfully isolate her from the battlefield.

Even just a few seconds was enough for Enzo to make several moves in a one-on-one fight.

His goal was to use this fleeting opportunity to directly incapacitate the young man, then turn around to deal with her afterward.

It was an incredibly mad plan.

Yet beneath the madness lay chilling rationality.

Disregarding Richi’s warnings, disregarding the safety of his own warship and crew, in a situation where he was outnumbered two to one, he launched a violent attack the moment he spotted an opening. His judgment aside, such confidence was admirable.

It bordered on blind faith.

“Caine!”

With no time to further analyze the source of his confidence, the captain knew she wouldn’t make it in time. She forcefully halted her steps and shouted loudly while powerfully throwing her curved blade, sending it ahead to reach the young man first.

To resist the oncoming fierce blade, another curved blade would clearly be more suitable than the slender rapier, perhaps even offering a chance to counterattack.

Captain Enzo’s judgment was decisive, his movements clean and extremely swift, but even so, he couldn’t outpace the speed of sound, nor could he spare attention for the curved blade flying over his head.

Thus, the Iskavian curved blade successfully approached the First Mate.

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With the enhancement of partial devil powers, Caine’s reactions already exceeded those of ordinary people. Through that faint thread connecting them, his understanding of the young woman’s intentions was even faster than sound, so he responded almost immediately.

He similarly threw his rapier high into the air.

It looked exactly like a theatrical dance performance as the rapier and curved blade crossed over the Night Curtain captain’s head before quickly diverging toward their respective targets.

“Tak-tak-tak…”

Catching the handle of the curved blade accurately, the First Mate retreated several steps urgently, successfully creating an opportunity to turn the blade and slash diagonally, perfectly countering before that fierce blow could land.

Blade met blade, sparks flew, and the sound of metal collision was clear and piercing.

“Not bad at all.”

With a small leap, Roy caught the falling rapier. As she rushed toward the two, seeing the unexpected battle situation, she couldn’t help but grin.

She truly hadn’t expected that facing the Night Curtain captain’s fierce attack, her First Mate would not only withstand it but also not retreat a single step, effectively halting the opponent’s forward momentum and reducing the number of potential strikes by half.

The two men not retreating also meant the young woman could reach the battlefield sooner.

The contest between blades continued.

The more they fought, the more surprise grew in Enzo’s eyes.

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He could sense that in terms of bladework, his opponent was as new as could be, a complete beginner. Logically, even if he could parry one strike, it should have been impossible to hold ground against the following attacks without retreating.

Yet the fact remained that he failed to force the young man back even half a step.

The reason for this situation was simple, yet stating it would be astonishing.

There were only two points.

First, relying on the devil’s blessing, in this brief period, the young man had successfully overpowered him in strength, physique, and other aspects.

Second, he was improving at a terrifying rate.

Each blade exchange served as the best tutorial and practice for the young man before him. Except for the first few strikes, which he parried somewhat awkwardly due to unfamiliarity, he soon transformed, becoming increasingly at ease.

What truly astonishing divine grace.

Thinking silently, the surprise in the man’s eyes quickly transformed into excitement and madness as the intense blade exchange continued. He laughed wildly as the originally bright blade gleam grew darker with night climbing up the blade.

Eventually, the blade’s shadow disappeared, replaced only by dancing, raging black flames. Even the boundless power of the devil lineage began to show signs of fatigue.

“Boy, the blessing on you seems to be gradually leaving you.”

The man’s originally deep, magnetic voice was now extremely high-pitched, full of wild intent, and even the quiet night danced according to his will.

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Black as an abyss, terrifying, limitless power—truly worthy of the name “Night Curtain.”

Enzo’s words were not psychological warfare, but fact.

Caine could feel that as the battle progressed and the rapid flow of power through his body continued, the pocket watch serving as the curse’s medium began to gradually fail. Eventually, even the “tick-tock” sound became irregular.

Sometimes heavy, sometimes light, sometimes fast, sometimes slow—no one knew when it would stop.

“Don’t worry, I’ll end this quickly.”

Despite knowing this, the First Mate’s expression remained solemn. The sea in his eyes showed no ripples, only the lightning flashing above it gradually revealed a more fierce and indifferent aspect, with faint sounds of thunder.

At this moment, in both posture and temperament, he was approaching that unfettered pirate in the old photograph in the pocket watch, unconsciously shedding many inhibitions.

Therefore, even though his bones began to tremble slightly with signs of fracturing, Caine had no intention of stopping the magical power within. Instead, intentionally or not, he controlled it to flow even faster, and the consequence of this decision…

Was that his hand gripping the blade grew stronger, and the flashing blade light became more dazzlingly terrifying.

Even the Night Curtain captain began to retreat.

And then, the young woman’s sword arrived.