Gray and Issho worked together flawlessly, taking turns attacking Kizaru without pause.
They kept Kizaru from creating distance and making full use of his mobility and offensive power.
What was more, although Kizaru blocked most of their attacks, the Haki that slipped through still made him tremble after each hit under the effects of Ryuo.
Over time, those small accumulated injuries would become the deciding factor.
Kizaru, a veteran with extensive combat experience, clearly knew that. But Gray was like a tenacious piece of gum, sticking to him without caring about stamina or Haki consumption. Kizaru had no way to deal with him.
Several times, Kizaru tried to retreat, but Gray stopped him. With Issho watching him like a hawk from the side, Kizaru's heart sank further and further.
Issho's Press-Press Fruit was especially troublesome. The moment Kizaru manifested to attack, gravity would envelop him, slowing him down even more.
Gray blocked his escape while Issho weighed him down. Kizaru could easily handle either one of them on their own, but when the two worked together, they restricted his speed to its absolute minimum.
The fact that he had only sustained minor injuries so far was proof that Kizaru, as a Marine Admiral, was the real deal.
"This is bad!" Kizaru's eyes shifted from side to side as he watched Gray and Issho continue their pursuit. He had already made up his mind. Looks like I won't get away unless I go all out!
"ε=(ο｀*)))唉! Looks like being an Admiral is dangerous work too!" he sighed inwardly. Then he spread his arms, pointing one hand at Issho and the other at Gray. "Yasakani no Magatama!"
"Pathetic tricks!" Faced with the lasers raining down on him, Gray vanished and appeared in front of Kizaru in an instant. "The distance between us