Marco might still be able to hold on through the Phoenix's vitality, but what about his other sons? The gap was too great. They were simply no match for the Oran Empire's experts.
Setting aside Whitebeard's reflections, Anya's formidable mastery of Life Return had brought the advantage back to her in the match.
But the Life Return ultimate technique was a move with explosive power and enormous consumption. If she could not finish her opponent quickly, she would be the one finished instead.
At the same time, as an ordinary human, Anya had an innately weaker constitution than Katakuri and held no advantage in stamina.
With Katakuri unleashing the full power of the Mochi-Mochi Fruit to wear her down without confronting her head-on, Anya was not in a good position.
"Bird Mochi!"
"Mochi Blade Bullets!"
If it was not mochi whips, it was mochi bullets. Almost all his moves were meant to harass or defend, and the endless assortment of flashy mochi irritated Anya to no end.
Although the mochi was not very powerful, Anya could not ignore it completely because of its sheer quantity.
"Mochi Wall!"
As another full-force blow was stopped by that damned Mochi Wall, Anya could only resent her lack of strength. She could not beat Katakuri senseless the way Urouge had beaten Zhang Yun.
"Hey, Katakuri, are you even a man? Don't you think this way of fighting is shameless?" Anya said angrily.
They had not clashed head-on earlier either, but that had been a contest of movement skills and Observation Haki.
Now, however, Katakuri was simply using his fruit ability to play dirty.
Katakuri's expression did not change at her words. Of course, even if it had, no one could have seen it behind his enormous scarf.
Although his expression showed no obvious change,