The Eerie Night Guest drew the large cross sword from behind his back, his muscles suddenly bulged, and the blade emitted a golden glow. He put all his strength into a slanted slash, and with a clang, the sword rebounded off at an angle. There was only a faint white mark left on the skin of the Devil Fish's corpse, without even an indentation.
In contrast, the holder of the cross sword, the Eerie Night Guest, felt numbness in his hands, with a faint trace of blood around the base of his thumb. With no other options, he turned and shook his head in resignation.
"My word, my Secret Martial Art's full-strength strike, Holy Light, couldn't even breach the defenses of this sea monster. That's terrifying..." The Eerie Night Guest shivered suddenly, a chill running through his feet, a hint of fear arising in his heart. Even though it was just a corpse below, it was still the remains of a fearsome monster.
He lost much of his boldness in an instant and leapt back onto the ship right away.
