When Jozu saw that his opponent had stopped playing along and turned to run, he was naturally very unhappy and chased after him.
The Vice Admiral ran, and Jozu chased! The Vice Admiral ran! Jozu chased!
Seeing this, the other Marines came to support him, though "support" was not quite the right word. They were really there to harass Jozu.
Although Jozu was several notches stronger than these Marines, they merely darted around him, interfering with him and firmly refusing to meet him head-on. After all, nobody wanted to test their hardness against a huge chunk of diamond. That would be asking for trouble!
This was utterly irritating. Left with no choice, Jozu made another savage charge and finally shook off those annoying flies. But when he looked up, the Vice Admiral carrying Ace had almost disappeared into the distance. He could not let that happen! Jozu hurried after him at full speed!
Gradually, the Marine running ahead could make out the warships docked in the harbor, and those aboard naturally spotted him too. They immediately breathed a sigh of relief. This meant they were halfway to success.
Only Garp wore a conflicted expression, his face heavy as he watched the figure being carried in that man's hand, a figure both familiar and unfamiliar.
Garp clenched his fists, instinctively wanting to do something, but in the end, his muscles relaxed in dejection.
Naturally, Whitebeard had also spotted Ace in the Marine's grasp, and he was certainly not in a good mood.
At this sight, Whitebeard could no longer hold back. Gripping Murakumogiri, he leaped straight off the whale ship. A giant over five meters tall sprang up and descended from above like a god of war falling from the sky.
No one else knew just how overwhelming that sight was,