Weevil stared at the shattered blade in his hand, veins bulging as his bloodshot eyes rolled wildly. Sothing inside him snapped. With a furious roar, he flung the broken hilt aside and swung his ox-sized fist straight at Marco.
"You bastard! How dare you break my weapon! I'll beat you until your own mother won't recognize you!"
Marco didn't retreat. Flas surged around his body as his fists hardened with dense Armant Haki.
"Then I'll teach you this," Marco said coldly. "Offending the Phoenix Pirates costs you your life. Regret it in hell."
Weevil charging head-on was exactly what Marco wanted.
With his monstrous recovery ability, Marco's combat style was simple and brutal—trade injuries until the enemy collapses. Otherwise, what was the point of upgrading his strength and pushing his Armant Haki to the top tier?
"AHHH—DIE! DIE!" Weevil roared, his fists raining down like teor strikes.
Marco answered in kind.
Fists collided with flesh in rapid succession. Neither of them bothered to defend. Shockwaves erupted with every impact—boom, boom, boom—as cracks spread across the ground beneath their feet. Smoke and dust swallowed their figures completely.
They exchanged blows at point-blank range, punching each other straight in the face.
Barely thirty seconds passed before Weevil's movents began to slow. His massive body was steadily being driven backward, step by step, under Marco's relentless assault.
Marco, his entire body wreathed in regenerative blue flas, grinned.
"What's wrong?" he taunted. "Your punches are getting weaker. Looks like you're all offense and no endurance. If that's the case, you shouldn't be trading blows like this."
Blue flas and Armant Haki condensed violently around Marco's right fist.
"Iron Mass: Fire Fist—!"
BOOM!
Marco poured everything into the strike. His fist punched clean through Weevil's chest, tearing straight into his torso.
"PUFF—!"
Weevil spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorting in agony as he scread, "It hurts! It hurts so much! Mama! Save ! It hurts!"
"Weevil!" Miss Bakkin shrieked, true terror finally seizing her heart.
She had never imagined Marco's strength had reached this level. If she had known, she would never have allowed Weevil to provoke the Phoenix Pirates.
But it was far too late.
Marco's eyes were ice-cold.
"So now you feel pain," he said calmly.
This attack was Marco's own adaptation of Akainu's igo. Though he hadn't mastered it completely, the core principle was simple—Devil Fruit, Haki, and martial technique fused into one lethal strike.
And it worked.
Killing intent surged as the blue flas on Marco's arm intensified. He drove them straight into Weevil's body and roared:
"Die and atone for Noscar and the others!
Phoenix Fla: Spiral Incineration Cannon—!"
BOOOOM!
An enormous eruption of blue flas detonated inside Weevil's chest. His body was launched backward like a cannonball, slamming into the cliff behind him and embedding deep into solid rock.
"Weevil—!" Miss Bakkin scread in despair.
The commanders of the Phoenix Pirates stared in disbelief.
"When did Marco beco this strong?"
"That monster wasn't weak… and yet—"
Anyone could see that Edward Weevil possessed terrifying strength. Defeating him so decisively was no simple feat.
But that only filled them with confidence.
This man was their Captain now.
The stronger Marco was, the more unshakable the Phoenix Pirates' throne as a Yonko crew would beco.
Marco didn't spare Miss Bakkin another glance. His wings flared as he flew straight toward Weevil.
Weevil had power—but he was nothing more than Bakkin's puppet. Useless to recruit. Dangerous to leave alive.
And most importantly—
This was a mission.
Even if the reward was only a thousand attribute points, Edward Weevil had to die.
"Wait—Marco!" Miss Bakkin scread desperately. "Weevil has already lost! Are you really going to kill him?!"
Marco didn't even spare her a glance.
He landed before Weevil, who was still conscious—barely. Blood soaked his chest as he clutched the gaping wound, groaning in agony. When he saw Marco standing over him, pure terror flooded his eyes.
"Don't… don't kill … please…" Weevil whimpered, snot and tears streaming down his face.
Marco narrowed his eyes, genuinely surprised.
"Your vitality is impressive," he muttered. "Or maybe my finishing move still isn't lethal enough."
After all, the Phoenix Fla was a power born for healing, not slaughter. Its temperature wasn't high enough to incinerate opponents like Ace's ra ra no Mi. Marco could bind, suppress, or compress it into shockwaves—but raw killing power had never been its strength.
If his blue flas burned as hot as Ace's, that last strike would have ended this already.
"Tch… fine then," Marco said coldly. "Die quietly."
His legs transford instantly, talons forming as he seized Weevil by the shoulders and ripped him free from the shattered rock wall. Before anyone could react, Marco shot straight into the sky, dragging the screaming Weevil with him.
Higher and higher they climbed.
"No—no! Put down! Mama! Mama—!" Weevil sobbed hysterically, completely broken.
Marco remained unmoved.
Once they were more than a thousand ters above the ground, Marco flipped in midair, dove sharply downward, and hurled Weevil like a discarded object toward a jagged rocks below.
BOOOOM!
The impact was deafening. Weevil struck at supersonic speed, obliterating the rock entirely and leaving behind a massive crater.
"Weevil—!" Miss Bakkin wailed, her voice cracking in despair.
Jozu tightened his grip on her and snorted.
"Quiet, old hag. This is what happens to those who provoke the Phoenix Pirates."
Vista smirked slightly.
"A complete one-sided execution."
Marco descended slowly, landing beside the crater. Dust and debris filled the air. At the center lay Weevil's body, mangled and soaked in blood—yet still breathing.
"…Unbelievable," Marco muttered. "You're still alive?"
Even he was taken aback.
His offensive options were still lacking. The Phoenix Fruit granted him unparalleled regeneration—but it didn't provide a clean, decisive killing technique.
Marco exhaled softly.
"Then I'll end it the simple way."
He drew a pistol from his waist.
Armant Haki flowed instantly, hardening the entire gun—barrel, fra, and grip—until it glead jet black.
Bang.
The Haki-coated bullet pierced straight through Weevil's skull.
Just like that, Edward Weevil's life ended.
Silence fell over the battlefield.
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