Captain – Chapter 578 – The Blade That Kills Through Breaking Rain

The warship reversed, so Caine, who had been falling and crashed heavily into the railing, narrowly avoiding plunging into the sea, began sliding toward that man again.

Just as he had said moments before, “See you later.”

In just a few breaths, the distance between the two was shortened to mere inches again.

However, this time, it wasn’t the sword tip thrusting straight at that deep sea, but rather the curved blade meeting the young man’s neck, as if he would be decapitated the next moment.

Blue eyes reflected the captivating cold gleam. Caine looked at the rapidly approaching blade, hearing the Deep Sea Captain’s arrogant, mad laughter, and bent backward with all his might.

Amid the sudden fierce wind and rain, the two crossed paths.

Accompanied by a powerful whooshing sound, the curved blade’s edge passed almost grazing the young man’s nose tip, cutting off several strands of silver-white hair that scattered like dandelion seeds in the wind.

“Thud!”

Stepping forcefully on the railing below, Caine finally managed to stop his fall. Just then the surge was ending, the ground gradually leveling. He kicked off the wooden rail and supported himself with one hand, executing a beautiful flip. After landing, he charged toward Talin who was turning around.

The silver-white rapier was like a striking viper, like blazing lightning cutting through the rain curtain, fast beyond capture, yet ultimately, it still failed to pierce that deep sea.

Only this time, it was blocked by the curved blade.

“Clang!”

A crisp clash rang out, tiny sparks flying between sword edge and blade body, but what was astonishing was that the two seemed evenly matched, locked in midair stalemate.

Not displaying the one-sided situation Caine had expected.

This was impossible.

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This was the young man’s first reaction upon seeing this scene, because there was no reason that could explain why his opponent, with a mortal body, could block this sword.

His wrist didn’t even tremble in the slightest.

“Surprise, First Mate.”

During Caine’s brief daze, Talin laughed loudly and struck back with a diagonal upward slash. Though it didn’t land on his opponent, it broke the rapier with a “crack.”

Forced back several steps by the incoming wind current, the young man glanced at the rapier in his hand that was now only one-third its original length, frowned slightly, then casually tossed it to the ground.

This sword that had accompanied him for a long time was taken from a wooden barrel in the Mermaid’s captain’s cabin. Though reasonably well-crafted, there was no reason it could match that blade.

While its being severed couldn’t be called expected, at least he was somewhat mentally prepared.

What truly puzzled him was still that previous exchange.

Sensing the growing wariness and confusion in Caine’s eyes, Talin lowered his curved blade and spread his hands, saying: “You’re right, First Mate. Perhaps I am indeed as you said, unqualified to be that one’s agent, unworthy of supreme grace…”

“But you shouldn’t underestimate what he bestowed, because it’s far more powerful than you think.”

“Unimaginably powerful.”

As the Deep Sea Captain’s words fell, accompanied by thunder, fierce lightning serpents suddenly appeared, crawling across the sky above them, and even the wind and rain enveloping this place became chaotic, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, as if fearing something.

“Yes, that one didn’t grant me divine blood, but he gave me the authority over life and death.”

“Isn’t that… enough?”

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Looking at the man who tilted his chin up slightly, his face no longer smiling but only showing grimness and contempt, Caine clenched his fists and said flatly: “I think it’s still not enough.”

“Otherwise, how could you have been trampled underfoot by Captain Enzo for more than ten years?”

Hearing this, Talin’s expression suddenly changed, but before he could say anything, the young man who had been more than ten meters away was already breaking through the rain to close in.

Even having lost his weapon, he showed no hesitation, because compared to that sword…

The great power within his body was the most terrifying weapon.

In silent thunder, lightning flashed through the young man’s azure eyes, then that extremely intense radiance unreasonably occupied his entire pupils.

Terrifying might rushed forth, making even the Deep Sea Captain’s pupils tremble involuntarily.

But soon, Talin came to his senses. Whether from jealousy or to vent his anger, he said almost roaringly: “You’re nothing but an ignorant child intoxicated by power. What can you accomplish with just courage alone?”

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his curved blade, pointing it directly at the young man.

As if sensing his fury, the already fierce sea wind grew even stronger, surging from all directions, seemingly condensing into an invisible solid wall.

A wall hiding countless killing intent.

Caught in the wind current, Caine could only hear howling wind in his ears. Even his devil’s eyes that could instinctively see through everything could only glimpse through the nearly fog-like “high wall” a figure slowly retreating, gradually fading like dissolving foam.

Although his powerful physique could support the young man to continue forward, his speed was greatly limited, and those chaotic wind currents gradually became sharp as blades.

Cutting bloody marks across his body.

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But this was merely the beginning.

Just as the Deep Sea Captain said, this curved blade bestowed by the devil was very powerful, incomprehensibly powerful. It wasn’t just capable of affecting the sea as legends described.

But could control everything within a certain area.

Like wind, like rain.

So the rain came.

Rain curtains several times more urgent than before fell unreasonably from above, cold and deep, seeming to want to obscure and distort everything Caine could see.

Wind muffled sounds, rain shrouded vision. At this moment, even though he possessed great power, he seemed to have become a trapped beast, unable to find the slightest possibility of escape.

Much less victory.

But contrary to his situation, Caine remained very calm, his gaze leaping between the rain curtains.

Through the previous exchange, brief contemplation, and the current situation he faced, he knew he had indeed underestimated his opponent, underestimated this divine curved blade.

It could not only affect the sea but also drive wind and rain, and not just simple, crude manipulation, but extremely precise control, even accurate to a single point.

Just like when he thrust his sword and the man blocked horizontally with his blade, the reason his opponent didn’t collapse was because at that point where the blade body was, or rather where the sword edge pointed, there were wind spirals reducing the impact. This also meant…

That captain could very likely use this point to let these chaotic wind currents enhance his blade’s momentum, thus displaying monster-like great power despite having an ordinary mortal body.

That was where the danger lay, but it was also an opportunity.

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Clenching his left fist, feeling the texture of that unknown fabric, the young man’s mind became increasingly tranquil. He slightly lowered his eyelids, carefully sensing everything around him.

Waiting for that inevitable thrust the man would deliver.

Whether wind currents or rain curtains, they could at most be considered interference, insufficient to threaten his current self, even their effect on consuming stamina was almost negligible.

Those blade-like winds meant nothing before his self-healing ability. Those bloody marks couldn’t even last a second, much less make him bleed.

Continuing like this, he was confident he could outlast his opponent for a day.

But did that man have such patience? Or rather… how long could his opponent hold out?

External objects were ultimately external objects. No matter how powerful a divine artifact, it couldn’t be without weaknesses or limits, especially when its wielder was just an ordinary mortal.

So, judging from any angle, that man would definitely seek an opportunity to break this stalemate, trying to use that divine object to end the life of this “ignorant and unconscious” one.

And that opportunity might be…

The next moment.

The radiance in Caine’s pupils jumped violently, reflecting that curved blade thrusting straight toward him.

No conspiracy, no surprise attack. It came so openly and honestly. For the young man bearing the devil’s curse, this gave him ample time to respond.

Because that deep sea was certain that this mortal enemy and kindred spirit, who had nowhere to dodge or hide, facing this blade carrying heavenly might, could only close his eyes and accept defeat.

He had no reason to be able to block it.