Weevil was neither confident nor insecure. He only knew that he was Whitebeard's son and that he was strong. How strong? Well, he had never met anyone who could match him!
Whatever his mom said, he believed. Whatever she told him to do, he did. He never asked why!
"Gurararara..."
Stroking the mustache beneath his nose, Weevil imitated Whitebeard's booming laugh and counted Ye Chen's companions. "One, two, three... Haha, there are so many of you. I don't mind if you all come at me together."
"Damn it..."
Ye Chen gritted his teeth in fury and slammed both swords into their sheaths. He leaped skyward like an eagle spreading its wings, aimed both hands at Weevil, and shouted, "Six Meridian Divine Sword!"
Streaks of white light whistled toward Weevil. With his enormous frame, there was no way he could easily dodge a barrage as dense as machine-gun fire.
But his bones and muscles were tough, and his hide was thick. After taking several hits, Weevil roared, and a dazzling black sheen flashed across his body.
The white streaks struck him with a series of metallic clangs, leaving only pale marks. They failed to wound him.
"Rankyaku: Amane Dachi!"
The moment Ye Chen's attack stopped, Lucci sprang forward, lunging at Weevil as fast as a leopard. He twisted his waist midair and lashed out with a kick, sending a crescent-shaped blade of air crashing into Weevil.
An ear-splitting blast erupted against Weevil's chest, as though someone had thrown a Bomb at him. Flames surged into the sky.
Yet Weevil only took one step back. "Useless, useless," he muttered irritably. "You're no match for me."
"So what!"
Ye Chen shouted and flashed past Weevil like lightning. His sharp fingers raked viciously across Weevil's ankle.
"Ah... Ah... It hurts! It hurts!"
Caught off