Chapter 641 Nothing can be changed...?
Jin An ignored his nonsense and slowly raised his sword.
His movements were steady and firm, and every step seemed to declare his determination to Blackbeard.
His gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing straight into Blackbeard's heart.
"Blackbeard, you are nothing but a coward who survives by relying on tricks.
You can give it a try and let Yim out. Why should Jin'an be afraid of fighting again?
but……"
Jin An raised a contemptuous smile and continued,
"I'm afraid you don't have the courage.
Once Yim gets out of control, the first person to die will be you."
Blackbeard's face turned completely gloomy and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he did not dare to act rashly.
He knew that Jin An was right.
He really didn't dare to release Yim rashly. He knew better than anyone how powerful and dangerous that woman was.
If he loses control, he himself might really become the first victim.
“Thief hahahaha…what a Jin An!
You are cruel enough, but...
Do you really think you can beat me?"
Blackbeard forced a smile, trying to hide his weakness with an arrogant tone.
Jin An mercilessly broke his disguise:
"You're just a loser with a lucky heart.
Right now, you can't even get close to me, let alone beat me."
A hint of panic finally appeared in Blackbeard's eyes. His hands trembled slightly, and the dark power in his body was no longer as stable as before.
He gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing his inner anxiety, growled and activated the power of the Dark Fruit, trying to cover up his weakness with violence.
However, Jinan did not give him any chance.
He swung his knife fiercely and rushed towards Blackbeard. The blade, with the power of thunder, went straight to Blackbeard's vital points.
Blackbeard's pupils shrank in shock, and he quickly waved his hands to release a dark barrier to try to block the attack.
However, Jin'an's blade was so sharp that it tore through the dark defense and slashed fiercely on Blackbeard's shoulder.
"puff--!"
Blood splattered everywhere, Blackbeard screamed in pain, and his body staggered back several steps.
His face turned pale instantly and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Jin An looked at him coldly, with ruthless murderous intent in his eyes:
"You don't even dare to fulfill Yimu's threat, so why do you think you have the right to threaten me?"
Blackbeard gritted his teeth and panted, the smile on his face completely collapsed.
His eyes were full of fear and unwillingness, but facing Jin An's powerful aura, he could no longer utter a word.
The smoke of the battlefield has not yet dissipated, and the air is filled with the smell of blood and destruction.
Jin An clenched the long knife in his hand, and traces of Blackbeard's blood were still on the blade.
The bright red color is particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
Jinan's figure stood straight, like an unshakable mountain.
His silver pupils were like cold blades, fixed on the crumbling Blackbeard not far away.
Blackbeard was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.
Blood was gushing from his shoulder; the knife had almost cut his body in half, but his dark fruit was working hard 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 covered the wound tightly with his hand, trying to suppress the piercing pain.
Jin An slowly raised his long sword, the blade was slightly tilted, reflecting a cold light.
He took a step forward, and every step seemed to strike at Blackbeard's nerves.
His voice was low, but contained unparalleled murderous intent:
"Blackbeard, no matter how long you struggle, you are destined to die in my hands."
These words were like a sharp blade, piercing directly into Blackbeard's heart.
His eyes suddenly widened, and the sneer he had been trying to maintain on his face completely collapsed, replaced by an undisguised fear and anger.
“Thief hahahaha!
Jinan, don't think you're sure to win!"
Blackbeard roared, trying to cover up his inner fear with arrogant laughter.
He waved his hands violently, and dark energy once again surged out of his body, forming a vortex that swallowed everything.
He tried to use this vortex to distance himself from Jin'an and buy himself some breathing time.
But Jinan didn't give him any chance at all.
He stepped on the ground, and his figure disappeared like a ghost, and then appeared right in front of Blackbeard again.
His movements were so fast that people had no time to react. The knife flashed through the air like lightning and went straight to Blackbeard's chest.
Blackbeard's pupils shrank sharply, and the ferocity on his face was completely replaced by fear.
He hastily swung his fist to try to block the knife, but the speed and power of the blade were beyond his imagination.
The blade brushed past his fist and cut straight into his chest. A deep wound instantly opened up and blood gushed out like a fountain.
"puff--!"
Blackbeard roared in pain, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting a huge rock heavily.
His face was pale, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and the dark power in his body began to become unstable.
Jin An walked towards him slowly, with steady steps, and every step was like a countdown to death.
There was no fluctuation in his eyes, they were cold and resolute, as if he was looking at a dying prey.
"Blackbeard, I just don't believe it.
You can’t survive on your own.”
Jin An's voice was low, but it was firm and unshakable.
His words were full of coldness and sarcasm, which made Blackbeard's heart tremble.
"You...you really think you can kill me?"
Blackbeard forced himself to stand up, his eyes were bloodshot and his tone revealed a strong sense of unwillingness.
His dark power surged again, as if he was trying to make a final struggle.
But Jinan was not fooled by his bluff.
He sneered and rushed forward like the wind, swinging his long sword like a storm. The sword lights intertwined into a web of murderous intent, blocking all of Blackbeard's retreat routes.
"It's time to end this, Blackbeard."
Jin An whispered, and the blade slashed down fiercely with the momentum of destruction.
Blackbeard gritted his teeth and punched hard to block Jin'an's attack.
But he was already unable to do so, and every collision caused his body to suffer a huge impact.
His legs had begun to tremble and the strength in his hands was becoming weaker and weaker.
Finally, Jin An's sword broke through his defense and slashed his abdomen fiercely.
Blackbeard's body was knocked away again and fell heavily to the ground, and his blood dyed the surrounding land red.
Blackbeard lay on the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair.
He tried to stand up, but his body couldn't move.
His dark power had completely collapsed and he looked in a state of disarray.
Jin An stood in front of him, with the long knife in his hand hanging down, the tip of the knife pointing at Blackbeard's throat.
His eyes were cold, and there was no emotion in his voice:
"Blackbeard, you asked for this."
Blackbeard gasped for breath, a twisted smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
His voice was hoarse and weak, but still contained some reluctance:
"Jin An...you...do you really think that by killing me, you can change the world?"
Jin An did not answer, he just slowly raised his long sword, and the cold light on the blade made Blackbeard's pupils shrink suddenly.
He knew that all this was coming to an end.
"No, you can't change anything."
Blackbeard whispered, the smile fading from his face.
Jin'an's blade fell without hesitation, carrying all his anger and determination, pointing directly at Blackbeard's throat.
Everything on the battlefield seemed to stop at this moment, only the light of the sword that cut through the air became the final main theme.
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