Wu Biao looked at Blackbeard with curiosity. "You made a bunch of bizarre black mist, but you really can take a beating. Even though you screamed so miserably."
Although Blackbeard had taken several of Wu Biao's attacks in succession, aside from looking disheveled, his body had suffered almost no damage. The sight left Wu Biao somewhat stunned.
Even though he was not in Limit State, not even Aokiji would dare take his full-power strike head-on. Yet this man had endured several of his attacks without using Haki.
What Wu Biao did not know was that while Blackbeard's Dark-Dark Fruit made him suffer several times the pain, that did not mean he received several times the damage. Even so, that alone could not possibly allow him to take so many of Wu Biao's moves with his body.
His terrifying endurance was entirely due to his unusual physical structure. Strictly speaking, he could not even be described simply as a "human," and this body structure, different from that of ordinary people—
—granted him terrifying endurance. Combined with the Dark-Dark Fruit's ability to absorb damage, it had brought his durability to an inhuman level.
Getting back to the point, Blackbeard did not respond to Wu Biao's words.
Or rather, Blackbeard had not been listening to Wu Biao at all.
If someone were to lift Blackbeard up at this moment, they would find an indescribable expression on his face.
What kind of expression?
His face was filled with complexity—disbelief, hesitation, despair... all sorts of negative emotions.
He could not believe that the Devil Fruit he had spent twenty years planning to seize... was being completely and utterly suppressed.
If the Dark-Dark Fruit had such a massive flaw, then hadn't all his efforts over the years been utterly pointless?
It even made Blackbeard feel despair