The sea returned to calm in an instant. Only Sanjuan Wolf's enormous body floating on the surface proved that the battle had not been an illusion.
In the distance, as his warship approached, Saul stood on the deck.
Looking at the scene before him, fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his throat grew so dry he could barely speak.
"Dereshishishi..." Saul's voice trembled slightly.
"Commodore Gern." He forced out a smile, trying to hide his shock.
"We really owe you this time. Otherwise, my men and I might have..."
"It's fine. I just happened to be nearby." Gern did not turn around, merely waving a hand to cut him off.
Then he leaped lightly back onto his own warship's deck, took the bandages from the Petty Officer, and deftly wrapped Black Blade: Eight Desolations again.
The white bandages spiraled around the blade, soon concealing its black surface and dark red markings.
Still too weak. In the future, even Garp, pushing eighty, could knock someone like Sanjuan Wolf flat with a single punch.
Gern had thought Supreme Wave Fist would finish him off, too, but his defenses had still made it take this long...
At that thought, Gern narrowed his eyes at Black Blade: Eight Desolations in his hand.
"Even though Eight Desolations can actively guide Haki,
the Conqueror's Haki I release is still too weak and unstable."
Meanwhile, Saul could tell that Gern was preparing to leave.
He hurried forward a few steps and called out, "Commodore Gern, aren't you going to escort Sanjuan Wolf back to Impel Down with me?
With his size, it'll take at least four warships to tow him!"
"Hmm?" Hearing that, Gern secured the bandages and spoke without lifting his head.
"There's no need. My patrol isn't over yet.
When you sent