“What is this kid trying to do?”

“Why isn’t he swimming back?”

“This kid is either crazy or a warrior. Looks like he’s getting ready to take on the shark!” The first mate, with sharp eyes, spotted the dagger in Rowland’s hand and guessed his intention.

Underwater, Rowland saw the shark was now less than five meters away from him, and information about sharks kept flashing through his mind.

“Porbeagle shark.

Level 5.

Physical quality: Elite.

Attack skills: Bloody Bite, Tough Skin.

Evaluation: In the sea, it is a natural-born killer. Its skin is slippery and tough, able to withstand ordinary blades and swords.”

A level 5 elite-quality shark—Rowland’s heart sank. His iron dagger couldn’t even pierce the shark’s skin. In other words, he couldn’t break through its defense… Wait, he still had a scroll that could enhance his weapon’s attack power!

Chapter 6: The First Bucket of Silver (Part 3)

In the sea, Rowland was extremely glad he had brought the scroll with him. He quickly pulled the scroll from the strap on his thigh, opened it, wrapped it around the dagger, and rubbed it back and forth a few times. The scroll immediately emitted a faint white glow, which flickered and then disappeared—this meant the spell had been cast. Afterward, the scroll became a useless piece of tattered parchment, but the dagger in his hand was now coated with a layer of white radiance.

The dagger’s information appeared in his mind.

Sharp Iron Dagger.

Special attribute: Sharpness.

Sharpness: Raises the lower limit of attackable target level by 3, usable five times.

Rowland felt reassured. With this, the dagger could now kill targets up to level 7. This shark was level 5, so it was enough to break through its defense.

At this moment, the shark had already charged to within two meters, its bloody maw wide open, lunging at him.

Rowland focused all his attention on his opponent. His combat instincts, honed in the game, told him the shark would reach him in just over half a second, while his basic thrust would take one second to execute. If he wanted to hit the target, he had to anticipate its movement.

These thoughts flashed through Rowland’s mind like lightning. Almost simultaneously, he adjusted his body slightly, then, without hesitation, launched his thrust.

In the blink of an eye, just as Rowland activated his skill, the shark was already upon him. Its speed was incredible, and Rowland could clearly feel the rush of water against his face.

His wealth of combat experience as a legendary warrior helped him once again. In that split second, he immediately followed the force of the current, spun his body, and narrowly dodged the shark’s sharp teeth. At the same time, using the momentum of the spin, he successfully thrust his dagger.

Rowland didn’t know exactly which part of the shark he had hit. He wasn’t familiar with the shark’s attack patterns and couldn’t predict where the dagger would land. He just aimed for a vital spot as best he could, and whether he hit it or not was up to luck.

With a “pfft,” the dagger struck its target.

Gripping the dagger in a reverse hold, he drove it in with great force, like a chisel, plunging it deep into the shark’s side, all the way to the hilt!

The shark’s body convulsed violently from the intense pain, and the tremendous force almost tore the dagger from Rowland’s hand. He could even clearly hear the crack of bones in his wrist, and a wave of excruciating pain flooded his mind.

“Damn, this body is too weak. The strength gap with the shark is huge. Now my bones are injured… I absolutely can’t let go of the dagger!” Even though his wrist hurt terribly, Rowland still gritted his teeth and held onto the dagger’s hilt.

Fortunately, he was using a reverse grip, so the dagger was still in his hand.

In real combat, the most basic rule is to strike while the enemy is down—never give your opponent even a moment to catch their breath.

Those who babble on in life-and-death battles are all idiots!

Ignoring the pain in his wrist, Rowland quickly pulled the dagger out of the shark’s body, spun his body again, and launched another thrust at the shark. The dagger stabbed toward the shark once more.

But this time, there wasn’t enough time. The wounded shark darted away at incredible speed, causing Rowland’s second strike to miss.

“Damn, the beast got away!” Rowland was startled and immediately adjusted his posture, preparing for the shark’s counterattack.

In the clear seawater, Rowland saw the wounded shark still swimming at high speed, trailing a long stream of red blood behind it.

It was badly hurt, bleeding profusely, but the shark showed no sign of retreat. If anything, it seemed even more ferocious, circling in the water before lunging at Rowland again.

Rowland took a deep breath through his breathing gel, then switched the dagger to his uninjured left hand, ready to face the shark’s second attack with all his might.

Once again, the shark lunged fiercely. Its speed seemed completely unaffected by its injuries, and the current it stirred up was as violent as ever, slamming into Rowland’s face so hard it actually hurt.

But this time, Rowland was much calmer. After the first clash, he had roughly figured out the shark’s attack pattern, which allowed him to anticipate its moves more accurately.

The shark attacked.

Rowland once again dodged using the turbulent current stirred up by the shark, and with his left hand, he fiercely stabbed the dagger at the shark.