Saul was slightly out of breath as he coldly watched Garp, whose breathing remained even.
Although Garp was old, his stamina shouldn't have been this poor.
When all was said and done, it was partly because Garp's suppressive power was too strong, and partly because of Saul's obsession.
If he only avoided battle, Saul was confident he could keep playing this game of cat and mouse until Garp vomited blood.
However, in their fierce exchange spanning over a hundred rounds, Saul hadn't merely avoided battle. He had tried to attack Garp several times.
Every attack aimed at Garp had to be imbued with Armament Haki.
The frequent use of Armament Haki gradually drained Saul's stamina during the intense battle.
On top of that, Garp's relentless offensive was too powerful, putting considerable pressure on Saul.
As time passed, that pressure only increased instead of diminishing.
With all these factors piling up, Saul realized he couldn't continue like this.
In a contest of stamina, five of him still wouldn't be a match for that Iron Fist bastard.
After several ineffective attacks, Saul decisively gave up.
This absurdly powerful Iron Fist bastard was probably an obsession he would never overcome in his lifetime.
Fortunately, the two little fellows weren't here.
Otherwise, if they saw how pathetic he looked, they might decide that learning to use a gun had no future.
Even in this battle, which demanded intense concentration, Saul still had the time to let his thoughts run wild.
That was also because he had given up attacking, reducing the pressure he faced head-on even further.
"What, giving up?"
After pursuing him for several exchanges, Garp keenly noticed the change in Saul's fighting style.
Saul sneered and couldn't be bothered to answer Garp.
After the pressure eased, he expanded the range of his