Humans could never move as freely in the sea as they could on land.
Aside from the fatal weakness of being unable to breathe underwater, seawater also offered considerable resistance. Whether it was punches, kicks, or slashes, their power would be greatly diminished.
No matter the circumstances, Wood had always worn an absurdly heavy set of weights. His daily activities and training had already made him accustomed to moving under such a burden.
So even now, underwater, the resistance of the seawater didn't affect him as much as one might expect.
As soon as Wood plunged into the sea, he saw several fish-men of various appearances ramming the underside of the ship with their fins or fists.
Wood's arrival underwater immediately caught the fish-men's attention.
There were five fish-men attacking them. The leader seemed to be a tiger-shark fish-man. He had a fin on his back and a mouth full of fearsome teeth.
As for the others, one seemed to be a swordfish, judging by his highly distinctive nose, and another looked like an anglerfish.
Wood couldn't identify the rest. There were too many kinds of fish in the sea, and even fish-men of the same kind could look different.
The fish-men had been busy breaking through the hull, and probably hadn't expected a human to be so reckless as to come down and fight them. Now, as they stared at Wood, cruel smiles spread across their faces.
The fish-men had no idea how strong the main fighters aboard the ship were. To make sure they rescued their companions without taking unnecessary risks, they had planned to break through the hull methodically and sink the ship.
But the ship hadn't even sunk yet, and their opponent had come down to meet his death. Naturally, the fish-men saw no reason to