"...You fucking dare challenge me to a breath-holding contest?"
Fang Mo looked at the captain as if he were staring at a brainless idiot.
"Huh?"
The other man was clearly stunned for a moment, hesitation flashing through his eyes. "Y-You can't bluff your way out of this!"
"I'm bluffing?"
Fang Mo nearly laughed out loud. He simply lay down on the seabed and stopped moving. "Fine. Then let's see who can hold their breath longer down here. Whoever goes up first for a breath of oxygen, may Old Feng's whole family die while he flies into the sky..."
"You!"
The captain could no longer hold back. "Don't tell me you think that's the only trick I have?!"
"What else is there?"
Fang Mo lay sideways on the seafloor, looking utterly unconcerned.
"Then let me show you!"
With a thought from its user, Dark Blue Moon swam like a ghost toward the cruise ship, then punched the propeller beneath its hull.
"Crack, screech... BOOM!!!"
Dark Blue Moon's fist collided violently with the propeller, friction and impact unleashing a tremendous surge. When the churning current finally settled, the propeller had been twisted completely out of shape.
Dark Blue Moon's fist, meanwhile, was completely unharmed.
"Did you see that?"
The captain smiled with absolute confidence. "As long as it is in the ocean, Dark Blue Moon's scales and fins can tear through steel with ease!"
"So, in your understanding..."
Fang Mo remained sprawled across the seabed, his expression calm. He even yawned. "...Steel is supposed to be some kind of hard material?"
"You...!"
Sure enough, the captain grew furious again, but then he sneered. "Hmph. Before you keep talking big, you'd better take a look at your left hand first, idiot!"
"What?"
Fang Mo glanced at his left hand and found that quite