The Hard-to-Kill Blackbeard

Jin An stood amid the ruins. That wild laughter still echoed across the battlefield, and Blackbeard's voice rang in his ears—

"Hahaha, I won't let any of you off easily in this battle!"

His voice was like a sharp thorn, relentlessly piercing Jin An's eardrums.

Though exhausted in body and mind and grievously wounded, Jin An could not stop. His gaze remained fixed on the direction in which Blackbeard had vanished.

"Is this bastard really that hard to kill?"

Jin An muttered under his breath, his brows tightly furrowed.

Confusion and fury intertwined within him.

Blackbeard—that chaotic power, blending darkness and freedom—always seemed able to find an opportunity to rise again when people were at their most relaxed.

Not only was the man's natural constitution bizarre beyond belief, but after obtaining the Nika Fruit, his body had undergone some mysterious transformation. It made him even more elusive than before, even harder to defeat.

In the battle just now, Jin An had nearly driven Blackbeard to death's door. Yet he had never expected Blackbeard to strike back with such astonishing speed, or to make such an extreme move even when cornered—devouring Imu and seizing control of the battlefield.

At that moment, he had almost felt an indescribable pressure surge up from the depths of his heart.

However, Jin An knew that if he allowed Blackbeard to escape now, all their efforts would have been in vain.

That man had never been a simple enemy. Every encounter with him brought immense psychological pressure—this was no ordinary fight, but a war whose outcome remained uncertain.

Blackbeard's methods were far more complicated than they appeared. Against an enemy like him, no one could afford to let their guard down for even a moment.

"How many trump cards is he hiding...?"

Jin An thought to