Ryan moved, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Jozu. Jozu still hadn't woken up.
Ryan couldn't help but feel curious. Jozu didn't seem to have any injuries, so why was he still unconscious?
But this obviously wasn't the time to worry about that.
"That old man Garp, I'm taking this guy with me!"
Garp's brows furrowed deeply when he heard this. He cursed, "You think you can take him just because you say so? Ask my fists if they agree!"
As he spoke, Armament Haki wrapped around his fist, and he slammed it toward Ryan. Garp had seen how the Marines' morale changed after the Blood Sword Pirates appeared, so he had to break the stalemate.
He's ignoring my face again!
Ryan felt as though he had been struck by lightning. Was his face really that worthless? Was Shanks really someone who had eaten the Face Fruit?
Ryan swiftly drew Mubanniu from his waist to block Garp's punch. Then he kicked the Jozu lying on the ground toward Fujitora and the others before coming to stand beside his fellow sufferer, Marco.
"Jozu, how are you? Are you all right?" Blue flames appeared on Marco's hand before he pressed it against Jozu's back. However, compared with before, the flames were extremely weak and no longer as powerful.
He was using the properties of his Phoenix Fruit to heal Jozu. It was precisely through this ability that Marco had become the Whitebeard Pirates' ship doctor.
"Ptui!"
Jozu suddenly sat up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"F*ck!"
Marco touched the blood covering his face, thick with a pungent odor, and couldn't help trembling all over. I'm risking my life to save you, and you actually sprayed blood all over my face!
"You woke up!