The battle had lasted nearly two hours.
Borsalino was breathing a little harder. The fight had taken a toll on him.
He had kept his entire body coated in Haki for a long time.
The ceaseless, dissonant music had given him a headache.
Worse, toward the end of the battle, Liszt had conjured illusions to obscure his vision, making the fight even harder.
What shocked Borsalino most was Liszt's seemingly endless stamina. He had kept up his relentless assault for so long.
How could Borsalino have known that Liszt's music could also heal, restoring his injuries and stamina?
The fight had stopped only because Liszt was running low on stamina. He had nearly exhausted himself.
For someone of his strength, keeping his Fruit Ability at full power for two hours was already an extraordinary feat.
Lafitte looked rather battered. He had been the one facing Borsalino's pressure head-on.
Even unable to use his full strength, Borsalino had more than enough power to deal with him.
There was little point in continuing the fight, and Borsalino had no wish to waste more stamina on a futile effort.
When Liszt stopped, Borsalino seized the chance to stop as well. He had no intention of attacking again.
After all, the other members of the Black Emperor Pirates had yet to make a move.
The situation at the Drum Kingdom's Port was strange.
But most people were still waiting expectantly. It was the calm before the storm.
Marine Vice Admiral Garp was coming.
They did not have to wait long.
Teach raised his head and looked out across the distant sea.
A black speck appeared on the far horizon.
Viewers watching the broadcast around the world had a higher vantage point and spotted it sooner.
The Reporter Bird beat its wings while steadily zooming