Suppression

After another hour had finally passed, Sakazuki could no longer hold on and stopped.

He still had the stamina to continue, but Ryan's seemingly bottomless endurance had begun to unsettle him.

"The battle isn't over yet. I can't waste all my strength here!" Sakazuki was a Marine Admiral after all. He did not stubbornly fight over a momentary advantage and instead regained his composure.

"What's wrong? Can't keep going, Admiral Sakazuki?" Ryan taunted, putting particular emphasis on the word "Admiral."

Sakazuki paid no heed to Ryan's mockery. The corners of his mouth curled into a strange smile as he said in a low voice, "I'll eliminate you here. Don't be so impatient."

Although he had already used up nearly half his stamina, he remained confident that he could kill Ryan. During their recent clash, he had not felt Ryan's strength surpass his own. Besides, he was a Marine Admiral, one of those standing at the pinnacle of the world!

"Follow me! Don't underestimate them this time!"

"Geppo!"

Sakazuki took the lead in charging forward. Their disadvantage was that the Soaring Dragon was in the sky, making it difficult for their attacks to hit it. Meanwhile, the natural enemy of airships—Fujitora, who had eaten the Press-Press Fruit—was a member of the Blood Sword Pirates.

As a result, when fighting at sea, so long as there were no massive waves, the Blood Sword Pirates' advantage in air superiority and overwhelming firepower would become limitless.

Watching them use Geppo to approach, Ryan remained completely calm and said lightly to Fujitora beside him, "Fujitora!"

"Understood, Captain!"

Fujitora smiled faintly, then simply drew his blade and sheathed it again!

"Where did the sun go?" Some sharp-eyed Marines below noticed the problem.

A shadow suddenly appeared where sunlight should have been pouring down. Sakazuki looked up