Just as Lafitte said.
Saving two innocent civilians during a battle was nothing more than an insignificant matter.
And this statement also revealed, from another angle, Lafitte's confidence that he could defeat Drake one hundred percent of the time.
That was precisely why, when Drake revealed an opening, Lafitte had given up the chance to end the battle with a single sneak attack.
In Lafitte's view, no matter what the battle looked like, the result would not change in the slightest.
"Looks like I'm the slowest."
Even without turning around, Lafitte could judge from the sounds behind him that his companions' battles had already ended.
"I can't keep the captain waiting. I'll finish you within a minute."
Lafitte leveled his cane sword. His upper body began transforming into a siren form, while fluorescent light shimmered along the blade.
Drake's expression turned grave, and he began considering retreat.
The main force that had come to Dressrosa with him had already been defeated by the Maud Pirates. As a Marine undercover agent, how could he possibly fight to the death?
Just as Drake began to retreat, Lafitte's attack arrived before him.
A straight, razor-sharp streak of sword light pierced toward the depths of Drake's eyes.
"Axe Bite."
Drake's gaze tightened. His double-sided axe caught Lafitte's blade tip at a strange angle.
Clang—!
The clang rang out, and a spark blossomed.
"An opening..."
After successfully catching Lafitte's cane sword, the rapier in Drake's other hand stabbed straight toward Lafitte's chest.
In this situation, unless Lafitte abandoned his sword, he could only take Drake's thrust aimed directly at his vital point.
At this critical moment of choice, the blood-red corner of Lafitte's lips curved into an exaggerated arc.
He revealed a dangerous smile.
"Phantom Sword."
"!?"
Drake's body suddenly trembled, and his vision spun