Fighting three opponents at once was grueling for Captain John, but he could hold out for a while.
His phantomlike movements and long blade, vicious as a striking snake, kept the three powerful fighters at bay.
But the longer the fight dragged on, the worse his position became.
He still had a chance. Silver Axe, whom Garp had driven back, was recovering behind the lines.
If John held on until Silver Axe returned, the pressure on him would ease.
Without help, even escaping the battlefield would be difficult.
Unlike the other monsters, Captain John had weaknesses, especially when it came to his body.
His vicious sword strikes could not threaten these three monsters.
Whenever Captain John targeted one of them, the other two would tacitly join forces and attack him.
"Damn it!"
Captain John spat blood and was driven back by sheer force.
Two fists could hardly fend off four hands.
And he had only one sword against three enemies.
Captain John looked somewhat battered, his eyes dark and full of killing intent.
For a proud man like him, being pushed this far was a humiliation.
But he was no coward. Over the years, he had faced situations even more dangerous than this.
The battle was going badly, and the pressure on Captain John kept mounting.
One fierce attack after another struck him.
He defended his back and chest with Armament Haki, but still suffered considerable injuries.
He had neither a Zoan's powerful recovery nor a body tough enough to shrug off the blows. Injury was inevitable.
Captain John's condition seemed to be worsening.
In his mind, he called Silver Axe's name again and again.
As if answering those calls, Silver Axe finally emerged from behind the lines. His condition and stamina had mostly recovered, and he was ready to