Out on the sea, Lafitte and Eneru faced two opponents who were clearly holding back, yet they still couldn't gain any advantage.
Kuzan was, after all, an Admiral, and his strength was even superior to the current Mandy.
Although Borsalino was a Vice Admiral, his strength might even surpass Kuzan, an Admiral.
As the thunderclouds above Mary Geoise slowly dissipated, a fine crack appeared on Eneru's staff, and half of Lafitte's top hat was sliced off, with blood dripping from the feathers.
The two leaned back-to-back, gasping for breath, surrounded by frozen ice spikes and laser craters that had not yet extinguished.
"How terrifying~"
"Two guys I've never seen before~ to be able to last this long~"
Kizaru had his hands in his pockets, still maintaining his usual nonchalant demeanor, without even a speck of dust on him.
Lafitte was panting heavily, but his tone still retained its theatrical flair:
"You truly make me laugh~"
"To deal with an Admiral..."
Blurp blurp... Blurp blurp... Before he could finish speaking, the transponder snail in his pocket rang.
Lafitte glanced at Kuzan, who stood on the ice, then at Borsalino, who seemed to be admiring the surrounding scenery.
Seeing that neither of them intended to stop him, he took out the transponder snail.
Kuzan and Borsalino turned their attention to the transponder snail in Lafitte's hand.
At this moment, the transponder snail strangely did not transform into anyone, but merely transmitted a single sentence:
"Alright, you can go back now."
Hearing this, Lafitte breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if these two opponents were clearly not going all out, he and Eneru probably wouldn't have been able to hold on much longer.
Now that they had a chance to withdraw from the battlefield, it was naturally for the best.
Lafitte respectfully said to the transponder snail:
"As you wish~ Sir~"
He knew that Blake currently had no intention of revealing his identity, so he naturally wouldn't expose any flaws in his address.
Putting the transponder snail back into his pocket, Lafitte straightened his back with effort and bowed to Kuzan:
"Since things over there are already finished~"
"We no longer have a reason to continue fighting~"
"Please allow us to take our leave~"
"I hope we'll have another chance to experience the strength of an Admiral next time~"
With that, he picked up Eneru, who was still hyped up and wanted to continue fighting despite being more injured than him, and prepared to leave using Moonwalk.
Kuzan and Borsalino were not surprised by this.
Although the Marine Six Styles were exclusive skills of the Marine and World Government, it was not difficult for top forces on the sea to acquire them.
Their identities could not be determined from this point.
Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Borsalino leaped into the air:
"This is truly troublesome~"
"If I let you two just walk away like that~"
"I wouldn't be able to report back~"
Saying this, he crossed his arms, and countless light bullets appeared behind him:
"Yasakani no Magatama!"
Dense light bullets flew towards the retreating Lafitte and Eneru, outlining them as if sending them off.
Borsalino, however, didn't even look, and landed directly beside Kuzan:
"If they can still get away like this~"
"Then there's nothing that can be done~"
"After all, we still need to hurry and support the Holy Land~"
Hearing his words, Kuzan, who was beside him, couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Borsalino, this 'actor-ape', had already ingrained acting into his bones.
He would act regardless of whether there was an audience.
The first two sentences meant that he had done his best, and if the opponents escaped, there was truly nothing he could do.
The last sentence explained why he had no reason to pursue, as there were more important matters at hand now.
Kuzan had heard it; from the transponder snail call just now, the chaos in Mary Geoise was mostly over.
And now, Borsalino, you're suddenly starting to get anxious?
What were you doing before?
However, they were both in the same boat; Kuzan himself had also chosen to stall for time here due to his confusion about justice.
In fact, their journey to the Holy Land had not only not shortened but had actually become longer.
Because from the very beginning of the battle, Kuzan had not used large-scale Devil Fruit abilities.
This small floating ice beneath their feet had already drifted an unknown distance with the ocean currents.
Even if they were to set off for Mary Geoise now, it would take at least an hour.
Kuzan righted his bicycle from the nearby ice surface and said faintly:
"Alright, it's time to go."
"The Holy Land still needs our support."
In the distance, light bullets grazed Lafitte's ear, making the sea below explode into a mist of water... On the edge of the Red Line, fierce winds howled.
Tiger's steps were somewhat unsteady amidst the gravel, and Christopher, whom he carried on his shoulder, was even worse off.
His blood soaked Tiger's shoulder, warm and sticky, mixed with sweat.
If Christopher hadn't been a top-tier expert with astonishing physique,
He probably would have lost consciousness from the jostling long ago.
Behind them, Garling's voice, full of anger mixed with pleasure, came:
"Damn traitors! Damn insects!"
"You have nowhere to run!"
"I will tear you to pieces today!"
Tiger looked at the cliff in front of him, seeing only swirling clouds below, unable to even hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.
Although he couldn't see the sea surface, Tiger knew very well that it was at least ten thousand meters above sea level.
He turned and grinned at Christopher on his shoulder:
"Celestial Dragon, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
Even though Christopher's consciousness was blurry, he could still barely grasp the current situation.
He also showed a tragic smile, his voice weak:
"Do we... have a better choice?"
"No!"
With that, Tiger, carrying Christopher, decisively leaped off the edge of the cliff.
At the moment of weightlessness, Tiger tightly embraced the nearly unconscious Christopher, tensing his Fishman-specific streamlined body, attempting to seize their only chance of survival.
"Bastards!"
Chasing to the edge of the cliff, Garling hesitated as he watched the two figures gradually disappear.
If he pursued using Moonwalk, he definitely wouldn't be able to catch these two free-falling individuals.
Should he join them in freefall?
Falling from ten thousand meters wasn't a pleasant experience; only a drunkard like Kaido would do something like that.
Garling had already suffered enough injuries that night; he didn't want to revive again just to chase two escaping individuals.
After only a moment of hesitation, Garling drew the longsword from his waist:
"divine judgment: Nine Stars Descend!"
Nine Blake and red sword energies chased after Tiger's figure.
This attack, which had once broken Blake's arm bones, was even more powerful in Garling's hands now.
However, in the brief moment he hesitated, Tiger had already fallen a considerable distance, disappearing into the clouds.
"Hmph!"
Garling snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Below, although Garling's attack failed to directly hit the two, the scorching high temperature left a patch of burn marks on Tiger's body.
Christopher was even worse; his entire body was extensively burned, and he completely lost consciousness.
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