"Quite the fighter are you, huh? Are you still not satisfied," the cultivator asked, narrowing his gaze.
Shanks did not say anything. He knew that he had lost, and he could accept that. But if he did not stand up now, they would experience something worse than death.
When he was about to stand up from Valentine's arms, he puked up some blood as it dirtied the ground.
"Uncle Shanks, please don't move, or you'll just make it worse," Valentine sobbed as she placed her face in his chest.
Hearing her cries, he really wanted to fight, even if he could just buy them time to escape, but he couldn't move after using his ultimate technique, and he was in his weakest state now.
Jonathan was absolutely delighted to see this. Earlier, they were going to lose, and now they are winning, talk about luck.
He could not help but fathom that apart from warriors, there are actually much scarier people known as cultivators.