Can Nothing Be Changed...?

Jin An ignored his nonsense and slowly raised his long blade.

His movements were steady and resolute, every step seeming to proclaim his determination to Blackbeard.

His gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing straight into Blackbeard's heart.

"Blackbeard, you're nothing but a coward barely clinging to life through underhanded tricks.

Go ahead and try releasing Imu. Why would I, Jin An, fear fighting again?

But..."

A scornful smile curled across Jin An's lips as he continued,

"I'm afraid you don't have the guts.

The moment Imu breaks free of control, you'll be the first to die."

Blackbeard's expression darkened completely. A flicker of fury flashed through his eyes, yet he did not dare act rashly.

He knew Jin An was right.

He truly did not dare release Imu carelessly. He understood that woman's strength and danger better than anyone.

If she went out of control, he himself would likely become the first sacrifice.

"Zehahahaha... What a Jin An!

You're ruthless enough, but...

Do you really think you can beat me?"

Blackbeard forced out a smile, trying to conceal his weakness with an arrogant tone.

But Jin An mercilessly shattered his facade:

"You're nothing but a loser clinging to a lucky chance.

As you are now, you can't even get close to me, let alone defeat me."

Panic finally surfaced in Blackbeard's eyes. His hands trembled slightly, and the darkness within him was no longer as stable as before.

He gritted his teeth and desperately suppressed his unease. With a low roar, he activated the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit, attempting to conceal his weakness with violence.

However, Jin An gave him no opportunity.

He suddenly swung his blade and charged at Blackbeard. The blade bore the might of thunder, driving straight for Blackbeard's vital points.

Blackbeard's pupils shrank