Death and Weeping

"Give me back my blade!"

Weevil's face twisted in fury. This naginata, so similar to Whitebeard's weapon, was an object of faith to him—a spiritual link between himself and Whitebeard. What could better prove the tacit understanding between father and son than using the same weapon?

He had always believed that!

With a clang, the naginata was casually tossed onto the deck.

Buggy raised his eyes to Weevil, his expression indifferent. "If you have the ability, come take it yourself."

Seeing his beloved weapon treated like a discarded shoe, Weevil's mind was instantly clouded by rage. Howling furiously, he charged straight ahead. His fists and kicks whipped up gales, his wide, sweeping attacks utterly devoid of technique as he attacked purely with his brutal strength and the immense power granted by his Devil Fruit!

Though he had lost his weapon, the enhancement of his ability let him unleash astonishing power. His fists came fast and hard, nearly every blow carrying the force of a desperate all-out attack!

Buggy defended in an orderly manner. Unlike Weevil, he controlled his strength rather than blindly striking with everything he had and wasting his stamina too quickly.

The wooden deck, masts, railings, and decorations aboard the ship were gradually destroyed in the clash between the two. Even the waves around them rolled and surged violently from the force leaking out!

Weevil's Devil Fruit ability was quite similar to Whitebeard's large-scale attacks. Not only did it amplify his own strength, but it could also cause parts of space to tremble, sending visible ripples through the air.

This nearly suicidal assault made Buggy somewhat wary. In this boarding battle, if Weevil were allowed to keep attacking, not only this ship but also the nearby Pale White would gradually fall apart amid the destruction. And for Devil