The corner of Flora Bloom’s mouth twitched. She imdiately shouted to Cynthia Grant, "Quick, pull the vines back! Forget the crate! There’s a shark!"
Cynthia Grant froze for a mont, then scanned the sea, searching for the shark Flora Bloom had ntioned.
Flora Bloom slapped her hard on the back. "Hurry up, retract your superpower, and paddle back toward the yacht." As she spoke, she readied the axe in her hand.
Just from the fin sticking out of the water, the shark didn’t look particularly special—just dark gray with a black tip. But its swimming speed was incredible. In an instant, it shot past the crate Cynthia had abandoned and accelerated toward them.
"Cynthia, what’s the maximum range of your vines?" Flora Bloom asked Cynthia Grant as she paddled the raft.
Cynthia Grant couldn’t see the shark’s location, but seeing how tense Flora Bloom was, she paddled with all her might. "Less than four hundred ters."
Flora Bloom glanced at the yacht, which was also about four hundred ters away. The two of them paddled frantically for over three minutes. The shark seed to be playing a predator’s ga, toying with their nerves by following closely without surfacing to attack.
"Quick, quick, quick! Grab the railing on the yacht with your vines!"
Cynthia Grant obediently shot a vine toward their yacht, wrapped it tightly around a railing on the edge, and quickly retracted it. Their raft instantly accelerated toward the yacht.
The shark sensed its prey was escaping faster than it had anticipated. With a flick of its massive tail fin, it instantly appeared beneath Flora Bloom and Cynthia’s raft. Its triangular dorsal fin rely scraped against their boat, but it was enough to tear a gash in it.
With a PFFFT, the sound of the raft deflating echoed out. One side of the raft lost most of its air in an instant, causing the vessel to lurch to the side.
Flora Bloom lost her balance and grabbed Cynthia Grant’s arm.
"Quick, grab my waist! I’ll get you back to the yacht," Cynthia Grant said, her voice trembling as she stared at the enormous shadow beneath the raft.
Aided by Cynthia Grant’s vines, the two abandoned the raft and swung directly toward the yacht. At the sa ti, the massive shark finally revealed its true form.
The triangular dorsal fin that had been visible above the water shot upward the next second, revealing its full length. A fin a full two ters tall erged from the sea, followed by the enormous shark’s head, which flicked upward, launching the small raft—a re tenth of its head’s size—into the air. The raft tumbled several tis before splashing down in the distant water.
Cynthia Grant managed to get herself and Flora Bloom onto the yacht’s deck. The next second, the vessel shook violently, sending them both sprawling to the floor.
Jade ca down from the deckhouse, pulling Caleb along. Irvin Holden erged from the cockpit. They all gathered on the deck, staring at the giant shark beneath the yacht.
"It’s... it’s a tiger shark! A huge tiger shark!" Irvin Holden’s voice was filled with terror. He had no idea why a tiger shark would be in this part of the sea. "That’s not right. Tiger sharks are deep-sea creatures. What is it doing here? This isn’t scientific."
"Wake up. It’s the apocalypse. I wouldn’t be surprised if sharks started walking on land," Cynthia Grant quipped at Irvin Holden, though she herself was still incredibly tense.
Whenever the tiger shark’s massive body broke the surface, its cavernous mouth opened toward them like an abyss, revealing rows of jagged, triangular teeth. Black scales, starting near its eyes and spreading to its dorsal fin, glinted with a dark, gloomy light in the faint moonlight, creating a deeply oppressive sight.
It relentlessly ramd the yacht. With each impact, its huge, sinister eyes stared at the five people on deck, as if eager to tear the boat apart and devour them.
In the yacht’s bilge, Caleb Bloom and Sherman Lynch’s expressions changed drastically when they heard the heavy impacts. They wanted to go up and see what was happening. But the collisions grew stronger each ti, and a large section of the yacht’s tal hull was already dented inward.
The two knew sothing must be happening outside, but Flora Bloom had told them to reinforce the hull. This was a critical mont, and they couldn’t afford to be distracted. So they increased their power, continuing to fortify the side of the hull that was taking the brunt of the impacts.
On deck, Flora Bloom yelled to Irvin Holden in the cockpit, "Irvin Holden, start the engine! Full speed!"
’The giant tiger shark’s frequent, powerful impacts still haven’t disintegrated our yacht. It seems Dad and Sherman Lynch’s Gold Ability has done a great job reinforcing the hull.’
’But if our yacht stays here and takes continuous hits from the tiger shark, I can’t say what will happen once Dad and Sherman Lynch’s superpowers are depleted. After all, we don’t have any Crystal Cores to restore their superpowers, and running out is too dangerous.’
At Irvin Holden’s command, the yacht roared to life at top speed and began to follow its original course.
But despite its imnse size, the tiger shark was unbelievably fast. Irvin Holden had already pushed the yacht to its maximum speed, yet the shark kept pace effortlessly beneath them. From ti to ti, it would even jab the bottom of their hull with its hard dorsal fin.
’This tiger shark is undoubtedly the culprit behind all the wreckage on the sea. If we can’t shake it, our yacht will eventually end up in pieces too.’
Irvin Holden, drenched in sweat, piloted the yacht while the tiger shark periodically ramd the hull with its head. On deck, the four of them clung to the railings to keep from stumbling and falling.
Just then, Caleb grabbed Flora Bloom’s hand. His little face was serious as he looked at her and said, "Sister, I can control it."
Upon hearing Caleb’s words, Flora Bloom suddenly slapped her forehead. ’Right! For the past few days, I’ve fed all our Crystal Cores to Caleb’s amazing superpower.’
’This shark may have evolved to a certain extent, reaching Level 3 or maybe even Middle Level, but it can’t have developed true intelligence yet.’
Flora Bloom knew that if the yacht broke apart and they ended up in the water, they would be no match for the tiger shark. Killing it would be incredibly difficult. ’The best solution is to capture it!’ she decided, turning to Caleb.
"How confident are you?"
"I’ll try, Sister." After he spoke, a strange field emanated from Caleb, sweeping toward the tiger shark beneath the yacht.
"It’s no good, Sister. My superpower has a range limit. The shark is too big. I need to get closer to control it with my superpower."
Flora Bloom pondered for a mont, then looked at Cynthia Grant. "Cynthia, use your vines to wrap around and Caleb and lower us closer to the tiger shark."
"What? No way!" Jade was the first to object. The tiger shark below was so big it could swallow them all in one bite. If her daughter and Caleb got too close, it would be a suicide mission.
Just then, two sets of footsteps approached from behind. A deathly pale Caleb Bloom appeared, supporting an even paler Sherman Lynch.
"What on earth is going on?" he asked. It was clear their superpowers were depleted.
Flora Bloom handed them two bottles of spiritual water. Although spiritual water couldn’t restore a depleted superpower, it could help them recover so physical strength and ntal energy.
"We’re being targeted by a tiger shark."
The two n looked at the giant tiger shark under the yacht, and their faces turned another shade paler. They looked at Flora Bloom.
"Caleb’s superpower lets him communicate with living creatures. He can make the tiger shark stop moving. If we can just get close to the target, I can take the opportunity to pull the shark into my space."
"What are the chances of success?" Sherman Lynch asked.
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