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Chapter 71: That Punch Packed a Wallop!
"Gurararara..."
On the Moby Dick, Whitebeard's wild laughter died.
His hawk-like eyes stared at the figure bathed in blue-purple lightning, ten thousand meters in the sky. The muscles in his face were twitching.
"Hey... Marco..."
Whitebeard didn't even turn his head. He spoke in a low, dry, almost dream-like tone.
"Yeah? Pops?" Marco the Phoenix snapped out of his shock and answered quickly.
"That old bastard..." Whitebeard's hand on Murakumogiri gripped so hard, the veins bulged, almost crushing the hilt.
"His strength... has it reached this level?"
That single sentence made the hearts of Marco, Jozu, and every other commander sink to the floor.
Even the World's Strongest Man... was saying such a thing.
That Garp in the lightning... just how unbelievably strong was he?!
...
Meanwhile.
In the center of Marineford's plaza, in the giant crater.
The smoke slowly cleared.
A figure staggered to his feet.
He patted the dust from his white Justice coat, cracked his neck, and let out a pop-pop sound.
"BWAHAHAHAHA!"
The familiar, wild laugh rang out again!
The Marine Garp grinned, his face showing no sign of defeat, only extreme excitement!
"That really packed a wallop! That punch!"
He looked up at that "him" in the sky, flashing with lightning. The fighting spirit in his eyes was boiling!
"As expected of me!"
"Proud of yourself? You idiot!"
A roar. Sengoku appeared at the edge of the crater, as if by teleportation. His "Buddha" face was twisted with bulging veins, his whole body trembling with rage.
"Is getting beaten up by yourself something to be proud of?!"
He grabbed the Marine Garp's collar, spittle flying onto his face.
"Answer me! Garp!"
Sengoku roared, his eyes bloodshot and confused.
"What the hell is going on! Who is that guy in the sky?!"
He paused, his voice dropping, but carrying an even deeper suspicion.
"And that lightning! When... did you learn a hidden trump card like that?!"
Sengoku stared at his old friend's face, trying to find any crack.
In his mind, that was the only explanation!
This old bastard Garp... had secretly trained some incredible new move... and had hidden it even from him!
However.
The wild laugh on the Marine Garp's face... froze... when he heard the words "trump card."
The excitement on his face... also faded.
In its place... was an unprecedented, dark, ashen look.
"Trump card?"
He lifted his own fist, looked at it, then looked up at the "him" bathed in lightning. His expression was extremely complex.
"That's not my move."
He spoke, word by word, his tone heavy.
"That move..."
"I... don't know how to do it."
"What?!"
Sengoku's mind... buzzed... and went completely blank.
You don't know?
You're fcking telling me... you don't know?!*
Then where the hell did the "you" in the sky, who can use it, pop out from?!
This conversation, though not broadcast, was heard clearly by the powerhouses nearby.
"Ooooh... this is getting scarier and scarier..."
Kizaru pushed his sunglasses, his mouth hanging open. His sleazy face... had lost all its laziness.
"A move that Mr. Garp... himself... doesn't know... But that 'Mr. Garp'... does?"
"This intel... is impossible to analyze..."
"Wicked heresy!"
Akainu Sakazuki gritted his teeth. The magma in his body was boiling, the terrifying heat melting the ground around him.
"It doesn't matter which Garp! Both must face the judgment of Justice!"
"Fuffuffuffu..."
Doflamingo's laugh... had become stiff.
He looked at the thunder god in the sky, then at the ashen-faced "real" Garp in the crater. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
"More and more interesting... No, this isn't interesting anymore... It's terrifying!"
The battlefield... had fallen into a strange stalemate... from this illogical scene.
And in the sky.
The Pirate Garp, who had caused all the chaos, slowly looked down.
He was bathed in violent lightning, like a true god, looking down on the mortals below.
He grinned, a wild smile.
"Warm-up's over."
His gaze... passed over everyone, landing precisely on the execution platform.
On his grandson, kneeling there, his face stained with tears, staring blankly at him.
"Next..."
"It's time... to come get you, Ace!"
Crackle!
High in the sky, the blue-purple lightning danced, letting out a sharp crackle.
Garp looked down, opening his lightning-wreathed fist, then slowly clenched it.
Boom!
A visible arc of electricity exploded from his fist!
He could feel it. An unprecedented, violent energy was surging, merging perfectly with his own Haki, birthing a pure, ultimate destructive power!
"Bwahahaha!"
He couldn't help but grin, a low laugh.
"This thing... what's it called... Lightning Chakra Mode?"
"It's really useful!"
"Gurararara..."
On the Moby Dick, Whitebeard looked at the thunder god in the sky. Then at the frantic Sengoku on the platform. And at the excited Garp in the crater.
He laughed.
His laugh was one of knowing, of appreciation, and of incomparable boldness!
"Sons!"
He raised Murakumogiri, his voice like a bell!
"Forget all that confusing crap!"
"All you need to know... is that there are two Garps! And one of them... is on our side!"
"OOOOOOOHHHHH!!"
The pirates' morale, by this simple, crude logic, was instantly pushed to its peak!
"Bring Commander Ace home!!"
And at the peak of this chaos.
In the sky, the thunder god... moved.
His wild, tyrannical gaze swept over the chaotic battlefield, and finally, locked back onto the execution platform.
There... was his only goal.
His grandson, Ace.
The Pirate Garp grinned, his smile filled with absolute resolve.
He faced the platform, faced Ace, who was now frozen, his face streaked with tears... and used all his strength... to let out a roar that shook the heavens!
"Ace!!"
Boom!
Thunder cracked!
"Watch closely!"
"I'm...!"
"Taking you home!!!"
The moment his voice fell, his entire body transformed into a bolt of blue-purple lightning, spanning heaven and earth! With unstoppable momentum... he hurtled toward the execution platform, where the three Marine Admirals stood guard!