Weevil, Dead

Heh heh heh...

Weevil clenched his fists, producing a clear crack that sounded as though it had come from the depths of the underworld.

"You killed my mama, so I'll kill you! No!!! You all have to die!!!"

Boom!

Weevil suddenly sprang forward, throwing a punch at Zephyr... No, Carl was the person Weevil hated most right now—the man who had killed his mother.

"Holy shit! Rokushiki Secret Technique: Rokuogan!"

Carl's hands were instantly coated in Armament Haki. She pressed her clenched fists together and met Weevil's punch head-on, their techniques erupting in a violent shockwave!

Crack, crack...

The small boat beneath their feet groaned under the strain, but Carl was ultimately no match for Weevil's brute strength. Just as she was about to give out, Zephyr immediately rushed in to support her.

"Rokushiki Secret Technique: Collapse Fist!"

A fist as large as a casserole hurtled like a meteor into Weevil's head. The blow sent Weevil staggering back repeatedly, but it did not seem to affect him much.

He merely shook his head, rubbed the spot Zephyr had hit, then howled as he charged at Zephyr.

Having caught her breath, Carl hurriedly shouted, "His upper body's defense is too strong. Try attacking his lower body."

Carl was not just making that up. Weevil's upper body was built like a bull's, while his legs were as thin as noodles. They did not look particularly durable.

"I'll give it a try!" With that, Zephyr quickly grappled with Weevil, constantly looking for an opportunity to attack his lower body.

Carl picked up Karasu, which had fallen to the ground, and gripped it tightly with both hands, ready to strike at any moment...

No, how could a Marine's business be called a sneak attack? This was a righteous backstab!

As the two fought, the small boat soon began to sway precariously, on the verge of sinking at any moment. But before long, an opening appeared.

Zephyr grabbed Weevil's elbow with both hands and swiftly adjusted his center of gravity. Then, his right foot swept hard at Weevil's supporting leg, making him lose his balance.

"Ha! Fall for this old man!!!"

Zephyr exerted himself, the muscles all over his body bulging high. With Weevil off-balance, Zephyr forcibly threw him over his shoulder.

With a boom, Weevil crashed heavily onto the deck.

Carl's eyes lit up. Perfect!

She immediately raised Karasu, leaped high into the air, and swung with all her strength at Weevil's right knee—more precisely, at the patellar ligament.

Rip...

"AAAAAHHH!" Weevil let out a pained howl, smacking Carl away with one hand before clutching his knee and rolling around in agony.

"Zephyr, break his leg!"

Zephyr nodded. His right leg began to gather strength, and when Weevil's rolling exposed an opening, he delivered a precise kick to Weevil's injured knee.

With a crisp crack.

Weevil's right leg went completely limp, and he let out a long, drawn-out wail.

"Strike while he's down!"

The same thought surfaced in both Carl and Zephyr's minds. Zephyr acted first, immediately attacking Weevil's other leg and dislocating his left leg in just a few moves.

This time, Weevil had completely lost his mobility. Only his upper body retained any offensive power, and not much at that.

As the saying went, move one part and the whole body was affected. Every part of the human body was important, and losing both legs greatly reduced Weevil's fighting ability.

Now, he was nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Half an hour later, Weevil had lost consciousness, but he had not died. His vitality was so great that he hardly seemed human.

"Zephyr, what should we do? Kill him?"

Zephyr nodded, panting heavily. His battle with Weevil had exhausted him. After all, he was already advanced in years. Even with Carl and Ain assisting him, his stamina could not sustain several days and nights of fighting unless he burned away his life force.

"You brat, and you're still asking this old man? Didn't you want to kill him long ago?"

Carl smiled and scratched her head, then walked toward the unconscious Weevil with Karasu in hand.

"This guy is a little strange. Zephyr, look at the scars on his body!"

Zephyr looked in the direction Carl pointed. There were three shocking scars on Weevil's body, as though he had once suffered severe injuries where his entire left arm and even his head had been slashed or severed.

"This old man noticed them long ago. At first, I only thought his recovery ability was incredibly strong, that he could recover even from such attacks."

"But thinking about it carefully, that's impossible. If his recovery ability were truly that strong, how could he have scars left behind?"

Carl nodded silently. She now strongly suspected that Weevil was some kind of stitched-together monstrosity created by the Marine Science Unit, but it was only a suspicion. She had no solid evidence.

"Forget it, Zephyr. These aren't things we should worry about. Let me send him on his way!"

"You do it! This old man won't get involved."

Zephyr walked to the side, his steady panting audible. Then came the sound of a blade plunging into flesh. Zephyr slowly closed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed.

After an immense effort, Carl finally sent Weevil out of this wonderful world. However, the blade of the Famous Blade Karasu she had just acquired now bore a crack.

Carl guessed it had been left behind when the sword blocked Weevil's strike. This blade was basically ruined now, but it did not matter. There was still a Black Blade in the Florian Triangle!

"Zephyr, I've already fired a signal flare. Ainz and the others should be back soon."

Zephyr nodded and turned toward the Training Ship's cabin. Just as he was about to enter, he looked back and said, "Carl, remember to call Marine Headquarters for support. Our ship may not make it back to Marine Headquarters."

"Mm-hm, don't worry."

Another half hour later, several Lifeboats slowly approached the Training Ship. The Recruits swarmed onto the deck, and when they saw Carl standing beside the railing and smoking a cigar, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Carl, how is Zephyr? Is he all right?"

Carl turned back with a smile. "Don't worry! Zephyr isn't seriously hurt, just a little tired. Don't disturb him. Let him rest properly."

"Then, Carl, the battle just now..."

Only then did the Recruits notice that the Training Ship was already covered in devastation. Holes and sword marks were everywhere, and the entire vessel creaked constantly.

"That pirate with a bounty of 320 million Beli... Has Zephyr already killed him?"

"Mm. The body is on that boat over there. If you want to take a look, search that ship while you're at it! There should be some gold, silver, and treasure aboard. Remember to bring it back to be confiscated."

"Of course!!!"

Before long, most of the Recruits had run onto the small boat that was about to sink.

Seeing Weevil's small-giant-like body, the Recruits drew sharp breaths.

"So this was the kind of opponent Zephyr and Carl faced? That's terrifying!"

"Look, he actually has the same mustache as Whitebeard. Could they really be father and son?"

The Recruits excitedly gathered around Weevil, pointing and talking, until the boat was nearly unable to hold up any longer. Only then did they empty out the treasures Miss Bakkin had ordered Weevil to plunder and return to the Training Ship.