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Chapter 84: Retreat! Retreat!
Sengoku gritted his teeth.
"Damn it!"
He roared, golden light exploding around his body.
"I can't let him get to Sakazuki!"
Sengoku transformed into the Great Buddha, chasing after Garp.
But Garp was too fast.
So fast, he couldn't catch him.
"Damn..."
Sengoku gritted his teeth.
And at this moment, Akainu had already climbed out of the rubble. His face was pale, and blood was constantly pouring from his mouth. Several ribs were broken, and his internal organs were severely injured.
But his eyes... still burned with a mad rage.
"Garp..."
Akainu growled through gritted teeth.
"You traitor..."
He struggled, trying to stand up.
But just then. An unprecedented sense of crisis washed over him.
Akainu snapped his head up.
He saw only a green streak of light, rushing toward him at an unbelievable speed.
That speed...
It was so fast... he couldn't react.
"When—"
Akainu's pupils shrank.
The next second, Garp's figure appeared in front of him. Green steam roiled around his body. Lightning danced on his fists.
"The game continues, kid."
Garp grinned.
"This time..."
His fist slammed toward Akainu's face.
Garp's fist stopped right in front of Akainu.
The fist-wind tore the air, letting out a piercing shriek.
Akainu's face was distorted by the violent airflow. Bloody cuts appeared on his skin. He stared at the fist, inches away.
The green steam and lightning... gave off a destructive aura.
But Akainu didn't close his eyes.
His eyes... still burned with a mad killing intent.
"Heh..."
Garp suddenly smiled.
His laugh was low, holding a wild aura.
"Looks like you haven't learned your lesson."
Akainu gritted his teeth, blood seeping from his mouth.
"Don't look down on me!"
"I..."
His voice was hoarse.
"I am a Marine Admiral!"
"The executor of Justice!"
"You traitor..."
He wanted to say more. But Garp had lost his patience.
"Stop! Garp!"
Sengoku's roar came from the distance.
The golden Buddha descended, his giant palm becoming a shockwave, attacking Garp from afar.
That power... was enough to shatter mountains.
But Garp didn't even look.
He just raised his other hand, and swatted back.
Boom—!
The green wave of air, like a solid thing, instantly slapped Sengoku's shockwave apart!
The golden energy exploded in the air, dissipating into countless points of light.
Sengoku's figure froze in mid-air, his face changing dramatically.
How?!
So easily...
Garp turned his head, looking at Sengoku.
His eyes were flat. Cold.
"Sengoku."
His voice was soft.
"You're too late."
His voice fell. Garp looked at Akainu again.
His smile turned cold.
"The game... is really over."
Akainu's pupils shrank.
He wanted to dodge. But his body... couldn't move.
Garp's last punch, though it hadn't landed, the fist-wind... had shattered his organs.
He was only standing... by sheer willpower.
Garp didn't use his fist.
He slowly... raised his foot.
His foot, wreathed in green steam and lightning, was raised high, like a battle-axe.
Akainu instinctively raised his arms, crossing them over his head.
Magma surged, forming a thick shield.
"Useless."
Garp said lightly.
The next second.
His foot... chopped down!
"Shine!" (Die!)
BOOM—!!!
The moment his foot fell, the air was compressed to its limit, and exploded.
The magma shield... was instantly shattered!
Fragments splashed... turning to a rain of fire.
Next... were Akainu's arms.
KRACHA—!
The sound of bone breaking... was clear.
Akainu let out a blood-curdling shriek. His arms... twisted at a bizarre angle.
But Garp's foot... didn't stop.
It continued to fall.
And stomped... hard... on Akainu's face!
RUMBLE—!!!
The Marineford plaza trembled.
The ice shattered. The sea recoiled.
A giant, footprint-shaped crater appeared.
The crater... was dozens of meters deep, its edges webbed with cracks.
Akainu... lay at the bottom.
His face... was unrecognizable.
Blood... mixed with magma... flowed from his orifices.
His body twitched... and then he was still.
The battlefield fell silent.
Everyone stared, their jaws on the floor.
They looked at the deep pit.
At the figure at the bottom...
Their minds... were blank.
An Admiral...
...was stomped into the ground?
"Sakazuki..."
A Marine stammered.
"Admiral..."
He swallowed. He couldn't finish.
Kizaru scratched his head.
"This is..."
He muttered.
"Too scary."
Aokiji silently looked at the crater.
Mr. Garp...
Did you really...
"GARP!!!"
Sengoku's roar broke the silence.
The golden Buddha descended, slamming onto the crater's edge.
Sengoku... knelt by the pit, looking down at Akainu.
His golden body... was trembling.
He looked up, staring at Garp.
His eyes... were full of rage.
And... helplessness.
"You..."
Sengoku's voice trembled.
"Why... did you have to go this far..."
Garp didn't answer.
He just slowly... lifted his foot.
He looked down at his body.
Cracks... were appearing on his skin.
The side-effects... of the Eight Inner Gates.
Blood seeped from the cracks, quickly dyeing his clothes.
But Garp didn't care.
He threw his head back and laughed.
"HAHAHAHA—!"
His laughter... shook Marineford.
"Satisfying!"
Garp laughed, his gaze sweeping over Sengoku.
Sengoku gritted his teeth, wanting to say something. But in the end, said nothing.
He just... looked down at Akainu.
The golden light... faded.
Garp turned.
The green steam rolled.
His gaze... passed over Sengoku, over the Marines...
And landed... on Whitebeard.
Whitebeard was standing there. One hand holding Ace, the other... his naginata.
His old, wrinkled face... was complex.
Their eyes met.
After a moment.
WhiteGarp suddenly smiled.
"All forces, retreat!"
Whitebeard's order... exploded across the battlefield.
On the Moby Dick, the pirates erupted in a massive cheer.
"Pops is awesome!"
"Ace is saved!"
"We won!"
Marco soared, his blue phoenix flames drawing an arc.
"Everyone, listen! Retreat according to the plan! Each crew, board your ships!"
Jozu smashed the ice, his diamond body shining.
"Quick! Move it!"
The Whitebeard commanders moved.
Vista's twin blades... cut down several of Kizaru's light beams.
"Don't even think about following!"
"Cover the retreat!"
Whitebeard stood at the bow, the wound in his chest still bleeding.
But his eyes... were sharp.
He looked at his sons... running for the ships, and smiled.
"Gurarara..."
"My sons... let's go home."