Before long, Reiner, Nami, Robin, and Zoro finally found Sanji lying amid the ruins.
He had been beaten nearly bloody, with blood pooling around him on the ground. His right leg was visibly twisted, and the bone was likely close to shattered.
Though he was still conscious, even moving was difficult. Only after noticing Reiner and the others did he weakly turn his head.
"To be seen in such a pathetic state... how embarrassing."
Seeing Zoro's smug expression, Sanji turned away in annoyance and muttered, "And that idiot had to be here too."
"You got beaten pretty badly, Curlybrow."
Sure enough, Zoro raised an eyebrow and immediately started needling Sanji. Walking over, he teased:
"Next time you can't win, remember to ask me for help. Don't push yourself so hard. After all, I was pretty free after beating my opponent early."
"Quit showing off, Idiot Marimo."
Sanji looked utterly disdainful, as if he had expected the sarcastic remarks. "You're seriously pissing me off."
"You can settle the score next time. It was Diamond Jozu, after all. That guy really is hard to deal with," Reiner casually muttered.
In his eyes, the most troublesome member of the Whitebeard Pirates was neither Yamato nor Marco, but that inconspicuous big man, Jozu.
Not only did he possess terrifying brute strength capable of flipping an iceberg, but his defense was even more outstanding.
He could catch Hawkeye's slashes barehanded without so much as a grunt. It would be the same for Zoro—without some means of breaking his defense, even hurting him would be difficult.
Besides, Jozu had sailed the seas for years. His Two-Color Haki definitely would not be weak after so many battles.
Calling him a budget Four Emperors wouldn't be an exaggeration. Give him the Soul-Soul Fruit, and he would not be