Stabilizing the Sailor's Long Saber dancing in his hand, he swung fiercely in Akka's direction. Invisible attacks shot forth.
"AH!"
Another scar appeared on Alka's chest. He screamed involuntarily and staggered back a few steps, clutching his chest as blood flowed like water.
"See? You can't even see my attacks. What can you possibly do?" the Pirate Captain said, shaking his head helplessly, and unhurriedly walked towards Alka.
Just then, he suddenly straightened up and leaped a few steps to his right. A spatial rift abruptly appeared where he had just been standing. It began to absorb the surrounding matter, then vanished after a second or two.
He turned his head to look at the surprised Alka, whose expression now showed a hint of despair.
"So, this is your solution? This is why you waited for nightfall? It seems you truly don't understand the gap between stages. For me, these spatial rifts, though sudden, are not imperceptible. Truly pathetic."
