No matter how tough the body was or how refined one's Armament Haki, the seven orifices were still a person's greatest weaknesses.
Whitebeard Jr.'s vitality had been extraordinarily tenacious, and his body was nearly impervious to blades and bullets. Yet a tiny thread had still burrowed into his eye and churned his entire brain into pulp.
A moment later, Bakin, who stood below in anxious unease while surrounded by a group of enraged residents, suddenly saw a dark shadow fall from the sky.
"Ha ha ha, my son has come down! You lowly scum, prepare to—"
With a thunderous crash, dust erupted from the ground. Whitebeard Jr.'s body slammed into the earth, leaving a massive crater.
But Bakin's words abruptly stopped. The Whitebeard Jr. who had fallen was already a headless corpse. The blood flowing from his neck had turned black and reeked of rot; even a whiff of it made one dizzy and disoriented.
Cold sweat instantly streamed down Bakin's forehead. While the residents' attention was drawn to Whitebeard Jr.'s corpse, she turned and fled at once.
It was not that she feared those furious residents. No matter how old she had become or how unskilled she was at fighting, dealing with ordinary civilians would still have been effortless. But the enemy had killed even her son, who was as strong as a monster. Killing her would naturally be just as easy.
However, in her panic, her Observation Haki had been severely weakened. She suddenly felt her neck tighten, and her heart jolted as she tried desperately to struggle. Then sharp pain erupted in her neck, and the world began to spin. As she tumbled, she saw a short, headless body spurting blood.
"Eh, why does that body look so much like mine..."
That was the woman's final thought.