Why Can't This Bastard Keep His Mouth Shut?

Seeing that Merry's bow and arrow could not be twisted, Diamante completely gave up on the idea of crippling her weapon and turned his attention to Rebecca.

Then, he revealed a mocking expression.

"Rebecca, did you come to challenge me again because you lost to me at the Colosseum?" Diamante sneered. "To challenge the enemy who... personally killed your mother!"

"Crack!"

Veins immediately bulged on Rebecca's forehead, and an incomparably intense killing intent burst from her eyes.

"You bastard!"

"Hahahaha~"

"Not a bad look!"

Diamante's gaze grew excited, and his expression gradually twisted.

Then, he slashed apart the Arrow Feather Merry had fired at him.

Only then did he continue, "Looks like you're prepared to fight me to the death. Then come on!"

"I'll give you the chance to challenge me. Come on, Rebecca!"

"You can have that little thing over there help you take revenge too!"

"Hahahahaha~"

By the end, Diamante was laughing uncontrollably, clearly convinced that he had the two of them in his grasp.

"What a vile guy."

Merry said unhappily, then quickly went to Rebecca's side and handed her the longsword she had just taken from her Little Pouch.

That sword was similar to the one Rebecca had used before.

"Older Sister Rebecca, this is for you."

Rebecca froze for a moment, then lowered her head to look at the sword Merry was offering her.

It was already sharpened, but was someone like her really suited to using such a weapon?

Thinking that, Rebecca subconsciously glanced at her previous weapon.

That weapon had already returned to its original form and now lay on the ground.

"Don't think about that weapon anymore," Merry said. "From what I know, if something has been affected by a Devil Fruit ability, it can still be controlled afterward unless the ability