"I—"
"B seems to have... overdone it..."
Forcibly swallowing a mouthful of blood, twenty-two-year-old Austin once again felt as though his internal organs were shifting out of place.
Clones were already an incredibly draining technique, and maintaining their combat strength so they would not be defeated too quickly by opponents of the same level was already the limit.
On top of that, his main body had to deal with a monster like Rocks. Austin had not felt this kind of helplessness in a very long time.
At this moment, it was not just his main body. Even the clones' expressions were starting to look strained as they gradually lost ground under Roger and Garp's attacks.
Roger and Garling were still manageable. Considering his identity, they would not strike to kill.
But Garp and Rocks, those two bastards, showed no mercy with their attacks, beating Austin until he nearly coughed up blood several times.
Of course,
they were not having an easy time either.
Every one of Austin's attacks broke through their defenses. Even a pure physical fighter like Garp was covered in wounds, blood spilling all over the ground.
"Hey!!! Austin!!! If you can't hold on, then don't force yourself!!!"
After driving back the sword-wielding Austin with a slash, Roger looked worriedly at Austin's pale face and decisively sheathed his sword.
"That's enough. I didn't come here today to clean house!!!"
Roger's decision to stop fighting instantly relieved much of Austin's pressure. After all, Roger had come here mainly to deal with Rocks, not his own son.
On the other side, after clashing with Austin for several rounds and once again blocking Austin's Demon King Gale Kick with a backhanded slash, the slightly panting Garling also noticed Austin's struggle.
He clicked his tongue in boredom before sheathing his sword as