Marigold saw Weevil block her path, but she refused to back down. She swung her blade at him with all her might. Seeing that she wielded a blade too, Weevil beamed and laughed, "Then let's see which of us is stronger!"
Before he had even finished speaking, he slashed back with all his strength. Weevil knew nothing about holding back. A savage force surged along his blade and slammed into Marigold's.
With a thunderous crash, Marigold's massive body toppled to the ground, and her blade flew from her hand. She had not lasted a single exchange against him. "I didn't expect you to be so weak," Weevil muttered, disappointed.
He paused, turned to Miss Bakkin, and scratched his head. "Mom, what should I do? Kill her?"
"Of course! You stupid son of mine, kill them all! Don't hold back."
Miss Bakkin shrieked at the top of her lungs. Weevil always did exactly as she said, and he immediately headed toward Marigold with his blade in hand.
Hancock had been about to help Sandersonia, but when she saw Marigold was in even greater danger, she rushed over. Before she reached them, she sent a pink beam shooting toward Weevil. "Mero Mero Mellow!"
Hancock was certain Weevil would turn to stone at once. There were precious few men who could resist her beauty.
But Weevil was one of them, for a simple reason: he was an idiot. His mind did not work like other people's, so no matter how beautiful Hancock was, she had no effect on him.
"Huh?"
Hancock froze, then tried again. Still nothing happened. Furious, she charged at him. Weevil had just reached Marigold when a fierce gust struck from behind, followed by Hancock's voice. "Perfume Femur!"
The kick landed squarely, but Weevil did not budge. He stood as