A short while later, Lina, Nami, Robin, and Zoro finally found Sanji lying in the Ruins.
He was battered and bloody, with blood pooling around him. His right leg was twisted at an obvious angle; the bones were probably nearly pulverized.
He was still conscious, but could barely move. Only when he noticed Lina and the others arriving did he weakly turn his head.
"Getting caught looking this pathetic... How embarrassing..."
When Sanji saw Zoro's smug face, he turned away even more irritably and muttered, "Of course this idiot has to be here."
"You got beaten pretty badly, Swirly Brow."
As expected, Zoro raised an eyebrow and started needling Sanji. He walked over and taunted him:
"Next time you can't win, remember to ask me for help. Don't push yourself so hard. I had plenty of time to kill after beating my opponent early."
"Quit gloating, you stupid Green Algae Head."
Sanji looked utterly disdainful, as if he'd known Zoro would make snide remarks. "You're really getting on my nerves."
"Forget about settling the score for now. It's Diamond Jozu, after all. He's a tough opponent." Lina murmured casually.
In Lina's eyes, the Whitebeard Pirates' most troublesome member wasn't Yamato or Marco, but the hulking Jozu, who didn't attract much attention.
Jozu already had terrifying strength, enough to send an iceberg flying, and his defense was even more impressive.
He'd taken Hawk Eyes' slash barehanded without even making a sound. Zoro would have the same problem—without some special trick, he'd struggle just to break through Jozu's defenses.
What's more, Jozu had roamed the seas for years and fought countless battles. His mastery of both types of Haki definitely wasn't weak.
Calling him a low-tier Emperor wouldn't be an exaggeration. Give him the Soul-Soul Fruit, and he wouldn't be much different