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Chapter 251: The Terrified Five Elders
Rumble—
A terrifying shockwave pulsed even through the screen, causing the floor of the Room of Authority to tremble slightly. The five old men stood with their mouths agape, their eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. What were they seeing?
Garp—that reckless brute who previously relied solely on Haki—had actually shattered space with a single punch?!
"Wait!" Saint Mars shouted suddenly, pointing at the screen. His voice turned sharp and piercing with extreme shock. "Look at Shiki's legs!"
The others instinctively looked. Standing atop the head of the golden giant was a laughing, blonde man. Beneath his previously empty trouser legs, a pair of perfectly intact legs had grown! Even the steering wheel that had been lodged in his head for twenty years had vanished without a trace, replaced by a thick, wild mane of golden hair.
"This... how is this possible?!" Saint Saturn rushed to the screen like a madman. He stared fixedly at Shiki's legs, his entire body trembling violently. "Regeneration of lost limbs?! And it's a perfect restoration?! This is absolutely beyond the reach of existing medical technology! Even a genius like Vegapunk could never achieve this!"
At that moment, the world-view of the Five Elders collapsed entirely. The common sense they took pride in and the truths they had controlled for eight hundred years were crushed into powder before this battle.
"Is this... the power of the Dungeon?" Saint Warcury murmured. His face was as pale as parchment, and fine beads of cold sweat covered his forehead. The arrogance of "controlling everything" they held moments ago had been replaced by a fear that penetrated deep into their bones.
If they had been somewhat indifferent to Lord Imu's order before, thinking it was merely a precaution, they finally understood Lord Imu's profound intentions now that this world-destroying power was displayed nakedly before them. They finally understood why that supreme god was so eager to move away from the Holy Land!
"It's too terrifying..." Saint Ju Peter swallowed hard, his voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Just by going into a Dungeon once, these two remnants of the old era, Garp and Shiki, have evolved to such an extent. What if someone of Roger's caliber went in? What if the Revolutionary Army got in?"
Thinking of this, the five old men shuddered in unison. An unprecedented sense of crisis instantly enveloped their hearts. If this power were mastered by those who opposed the World Government, their eight-hundred-year reign might truly come to an end!
"We must move! Immediately! Right now!" Saint Warcury turned abruptly, roaring hysterically at the guards outside the door. "Tell Sengoku! Whatever he wants, give it to him! Even if he wants to empty the treasury of Mary Geoise, give it to him! But he must move the Marine Headquarters and the core institutions of the World Government to Foosha Village in the East Blue within a month... no, half a month! Anyone who tries to obstruct this will be executed without mercy!!!"
The old man's roar echoed in the hollow hall, carrying a hysterical madness. Prestige? Dignity? In the face of absolute power, it was all nonsense! They only wanted to do one thing now: at all costs, they had to squeeze into that little shop called the "Dungeon Shop." They had to master that power... the power of "Gods!"
"Lord Imu..." Saint Nusjuro's fingers turned white as he gripped his sword hilt. He looked at the screen, watching the battlefield where gods and demons seemed to dance. A flash of deep awe crossed his eyes. "So, you saw all of this long ago? We are nothing but frogs in a well... We almost missed the Noah's Ark to the new era because of our own arrogance!"
Meanwhile, above the ruins of Marineford, the battle had reached its climax. Or rather, it had become a one-sided demolition.
"Jiehahahaha! Refreshing! Truly refreshing!" Shiki controlled his Perfect Susanoo, swinging two massive chakra light blades like a windmill. Every strike left a bottomless canyon in the earth. "Garp! You old bastard, your fists are still as hard as ever! Again! Show me how much longer you can last!"
"Save your breath, Shiki!" Garp, enveloped in white steam, charged through the Susanoo's attacks like a human bulldozer. Every punch he threw triggered a violent atmospheric tremor, shattering the sword qi that could slice through steel. "I have more stamina than I know what to do with! You're the one playing with a giant toy! Don't come crying for mercy when your energy runs out!"
Boom—!!!
In the sky, explosions sounded like ten thousand thunderclaps detonating at once. Golden waves of chakra shattered the clouds above Marineford with overbearing force. That terrifying pressure felt as if a deity were leaning over the clouds, coldly looking down at the ants below.
Sengoku stood atop the ruins of the fortress. His iconic seagull hat had long since flown off. His afro was blown back by the gale, revealing a forehead drenched in cold sweat.
Gulp...
This Marine Fleet Admiral, who had reigned over the seas for decades, couldn't help but swallow hard. His throat bobbed with difficulty. This was too much. Was this truly a power that humans could possess?
At the end of his vision, a golden giant several hundred meters tall swung two light blades that seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth. Every strike made space emit an ear-piercing crack, like fragile glass. Black spatial rifts spread wildly, threatening to swallow the entire world at any moment.
Amidst these world-ending attacks, a figure wreathed in white steam stood as firm as a boulder in a storm. No—he was harder than meteoric iron!
"Fist Bone: Sage Art: Sea Quake!!!"
Garp's rough roar even drowned out the thunder. The old man, radiating terrifying heat, made no fancy moves. He simply threw a straightforward punch.
Crack—
The atmosphere shattered. The invisible air beneath his fist seemed to turn into a physical mirror, instantly covered in dense cracks spanning a thousand meters. Immediately afterward, an indescribable force of tremor, laced with white Senjutsu Chakra, slammed violently into the Susanoo's giant sword.
Clang!!!
The sound of metal clashing shook all of Marineford. Even from a distance, Sengoku could feel the fortress beneath his feet moaning. Countless cracks spread along the walls as rubble cascaded down.
"Is that still Haki...?" He took a deep breath, the shock in his eyes turning into deep apprehension. Is this the power of the Dungeon? Just a few trips had allowed Garp, an old monster already at the world's peak, to break through human limits.
And then there was Golden Lion Shiki. A remnant of the old era who should have been a cripple relying on the Float-Float Fruit to survive. Now, he had not only regenerated his limbs but also mastered this world-destroying power! If this power fell into the hands of ambitious men... Sengoku dared not imagine the consequences.
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