Give You a Chance, and You Didn't Cherish It

"I'm fine!"

"Mom!"

"Don't worry, I can still fight!"

To keep his mother, Miss Bakkin, from worrying, Weevil immediately got back to his feet and raised the large blade in his hand again.

He declared that he could keep fighting.

However.

At that very instant.

Miss Bakkin had already begun to regret her decision somewhat. After all, she truly had not expected Roya to be so powerful.

Perhaps it could be said that this was the first time the old woman had ever seen Weevil get knocked back by someone with just a single strike.

So, for that brief moment.

The old woman Miss Bakkin truly felt deep regret.

But then.

Seeing Weevil eagerly volunteer again, she dismissed that thought.

Perhaps!

They could still take one more gamble!

That was what the old woman Miss Bakkin thought to herself!

Since things had already reached this point, they had to take a gamble no matter what. They had no way out now anyway, so they might as well go all in.

"Good!"

"Weevil!"

"Don't let your guard down now. Try to kill him the moment you strike!"

Miss Bakkin gathered her courage and shouted arrogantly once more.

"Okay, Mom!"

"Weevil will definitely kill him!"

For some inexplicable reason, Weevil began to feel confident as well.

Watching those two inexplicably confident fools, Roya could not help but laugh.

However.

Roya's wicked smile signaled that, in his eyes, Weevil was already a dead man.

At that moment.

Clang!

Roya directly drew his sword.

A powerful Armament Conqueror's Haki coiled around the blade in his hand, while a bone-chilling, terrifying killing intent erupted from him and swiftly spread toward Weevil.

"So..."

"Such terrifying power..."

"No... no..."

"I promised Mom that I would kill this guy..."

The instant he sensed Roya's powerful killing intent, Weevil