Jin-an ignored his nonsense and slowly raised his long saber.
His movements were steady and firm, each step seemingly declaring his determination to Blackbeard.
His gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing straight into Blackbeard's heart.
"Blackbeard, you're nothing but a coward who relies on underhanded tactics to eke out a living.
You can try releasing Imu; what would I, Jin-an, fear from another battle?
But..."
A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Jin-an's lips as he continued,
"I doubt you have the guts.
The moment Imu breaks free, you'll be the first to die."
Blackbeard's face turned completely gloomy, a flash of anger in his eyes, but he dared not act rashly.
He knew Jin-an was right.
He truly dared not release Imu recklessly; he knew better than anyone how powerful and dangerous that woman was.
If she lost control, he would probably be the first sacrifice.
"Zehahaha... Well said, Jin-an!
You're ruthless enough, but...
Do you really think you can beat me?"
Blackbeard forced a smile, trying to hide his weakness with arrogant words.
Jin-an mercilessly shattered his facade:
"You're just a loser clinging to wishful thinking.
In your current state, you can't even get close to me, let alone defeat me."
A hint of panic finally appeared in Blackbeard's eyes, his hands trembling slightly, the dark power within him no longer as stable as before.
He gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing the unease in his heart, roaring as he unleashed the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit, trying to use violence to cover up his weakness.
However, Jin-an didn't give him any chance.
He suddenly swung his saber at Blackbeard, the blade carrying the force of thunder, directly threatening Blackbeard's vital points.
Blackbeard's pupils shrank in shock, and he hurriedly waved his hand, releasing a dark barrier to try to block the attack.
However, Jin-an's blade was incredibly sharp, directly tearing through the dark defense and slashing heavily on Blackbeard's shoulder.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered, and Blackbeard cried out in pain, his body staggering backward several steps from the impact.
His face instantly turned pale, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Jin-an looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with merciless killing intent:
"You don't even dare to make good on Imu's threat, so what makes you think you're qualified to threaten me?"
Blackbeard gasped, his smile completely collapsing.
His eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, but facing Jin-an's powerful aura, he couldn't utter another word.
The smoke of battle had not yet cleared, and the air was filled with the stench of blood and destruction.
Jin-an gripped the long saber in his hand, the blade still stained with Blackbeard's blood.
The crimson color looked particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
Jin-an's figure stood straight, like an unshakable mountain.
His silver pupils, like cold blades, were locked onto the faltering Blackbeard not far away.
Blackbeard gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently.
Blood flowed freely from his shoulder, the saber almost splitting his body in half, but his Dark-Dark Fruit was trying to repair the wound.
Despite this, the expression on his face had changed from the initial cunning and confidence to deep panic and anger.
He held his wound tightly with his hand, trying to suppress the excruciating pain.
Jin-an slowly raised his long saber, the blade slightly tilted, reflecting a cold light.
He took a step forward, each step seeming to strike Blackbeard's nerves.
His voice was low, but contained unparalleled killing intent:
"Blackbeard, no matter how long you struggle, you are destined to die by my hands."
These words were like a sharp blade, directly piercing Blackbeard's heart.
His eyes widened suddenly, and the cold smile he barely maintained on his face completely collapsed, replaced by an undisguised fear and anger.
"Zehahaha!
Jin-an, don't think you've already won!"
Blackbeard roared, trying to cover up the fear in his heart with arrogant laughter.
His hands waved violently, and the dark energy surged out of his body once again, forming a vortex that devoured everything.
He tried to use this vortex to distance himself from Jin-an, buying himself time to breathe.
But Jin-an didn't give him any chance.
He stomped his foot, and his figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost, reappearing directly in front of Blackbeard.
His movements were so fast that people couldn't react at all, and the saber light cut through the air like lightning, directly threatening Blackbeard's chest.
Blackbeard's pupils shrank sharply, and the ferocity on his face was completely replaced by horror.
He hurriedly threw a punch, trying to block the saber, but the speed and power of the blade exceeded his imagination.
The blade grazed his fist and slashed directly at his chest, a deep wound instantly blooming, and blood spurted out like a spring.
"Pfft!"
Blackbeard roared in pain, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a boulder.
His face was pale, a large mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the dark power on his body began to become unstable.
Jin-an slowly walked towards him, his steps steady, each step like the countdown of the Grim Reaper.
There was no fluctuation in his eyes, cold and resolute, as if looking at a dying prey.
"Blackbeard, I just don't believe it.
It's impossible for you to be immortal."
Jin-an's voice was low, but with an unshakable determination.
His words were full of coldness and ridicule, causing Blackbeard's heart to tremble.
"You... you really think you can kill me?"
Blackbeard struggled to stand up, his eyes bloodshot, his tone revealing a strong unwillingness.
His dark power surged again, seemingly wanting to make a final struggle.
But Jin-an was not fooled by his bluff.
He sneered, his body rushing over like the wind, the long saber waving like a storm, the saber light intertwined into a net of killing intent, completely sealing off all of Blackbeard's escape routes.
"It's time to end this, Blackbeard."
Jin-an said in a low voice, the blade carrying the momentum of destruction slashing down fiercely.
Blackbeard gritted his teeth, desperately throwing punches to block Jin-an's attack.
But he was already exhausted, and each collision caused his body to bear a huge impact.
His legs had begun to tremble, and the strength in his hands was getting weaker and weaker.
Finally, Jin-an's saber broke through his defense and slashed heavily on his abdomen.
Blackbeard's body was once again knocked away, crashing heavily to the ground, blood staining the surrounding land.
Blackbeard lay on the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.
He tried to stand up, but his body couldn't move at all.
His dark power had completely collapsed, and he looked disheveled.
Jin-an stood in front of him, the long saber in his hand hanging down, the tip of the saber pointing at Blackbeard's throat.
His gaze was cold, and there was not a trace of emotion in his voice:
"Blackbeard, you brought this on yourself."
Blackbeard gasped, a twisted smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
His voice was hoarse and weak, but still with some unwillingness:
"Jin-an... you... you really think that killing me will change this world?"
Jin-an did not answer, he just slowly raised his long saber, the cold light on the blade making Blackbeard's pupils shrink suddenly.
He knew that this was coming to an end.
"No, you can't change anything."
Blackbeard said in a low voice, the smile on his face gradually disappearing.
Jin-an's blade fell without hesitation, carrying all his anger and determination, aimed directly at Blackbeard's throat.
Everything on the battlefield seemed to freeze at this moment, only the saber light cutting through the air became the final theme.
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