As the situation became clear, the Marines began to lose hope. They could see no way out.
The Marine Vice Admirals still fighting, Hōshō and Onigumo, were struggling. If even they had no hope of winning, what chance did Navy Captain Wuli have?
Bang!
A figure crashed down beside Wuli, cracking the deck. It took Hōshō a long moment to struggle back to his feet. He looked battered.
He breathed heavily, his narrowed eyes fixed ahead and his expression grim.
The Blackbeard Pirates really had reached the level of the Four Emperors. His opponent, the Crescent Moon Hunter Catarina Devon, was formidable. No wonder she had been imprisoned on Impel Down's sixth level.
Now that a vicious criminal like her had escaped, there was no telling how much destruction she would bring to the world.
For now, facing Catarina Devon alone was hard enough. He had no chance of winning.
He had struggled even with the other Vice Admirals beside him. Now he was on his own.
If reinforcements did not arrive soon, he would not last much longer. He glanced at Wuli, who was still fighting.
He was stunned that this Navy newcomer from the World Military Draft had held out alone against the even more terrifying Shiryu of the Rain for so long.
"Had enough, Vice Admiral? You should've surrendered earlier instead of pushing yourself. When you're beaten, you're beaten. The Navy has already lost." Catarina Devon waved her spear, its cold edge gleaming, and laughed mockingly. She did not attack again, having sensed something happening nearby.
"It isn't over yet. We'll see who wins." Hōshō's voice was low. Since Catarina Devon had stopped attacking, he did not strike first. He used the respite to steady his breathing, hoping to hold her off as long as he could.