Fleet Admiral Sengoku the Buddha, his face turned deep purple, his entire body trembling, not from fear, but from extreme rage!
He stretched out a trembling finger, pointing at the figure laughing wildly on the enemy ship in the distance, his eyes bloodshot.
"Ga…rp…"
He squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his voice as hoarse as a broken bellows.
"You… damned old bastard!!!"
"What in the world are you playing at?!!!"
Sengoku's roar echoed across the entire battlefield through the den den mushi, the collapse and madness in his voice sinking the hearts of all Marine soldiers to rock bottom.
Even the Fleet Admiral had lost his composure!
Could it… could that really be Vice Admiral Garp himself?!
The "true Garp" sitting beside Sengoku remained silent from beginning to end.
He just sat there, his broad back ramrod straight.
No one saw it.
The incredibly complex expression on his wrinkled face at that moment.
Shock, bewilderment, envy… in the end, it all transformed into a subtle, almost imperceptible arc of relief hidden at the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the "himself" in the distance, watching him do what he wanted to do but couldn't.
His Iron Fists, which had been resting on his knees, had quietly unclenched at some point.
On the execution platform.
Ace, who had been lowering his head, awaiting death, froze when he heard, "This old man is here to take you home."
He suddenly looked up, incredulously gazing at the whale-shaped ship in the distance.
He saw it.
He saw that figure, so familiar yet utterly strange.
That damned old man who, since childhood, had only disciplined him with the "Fist of Love" and forced him to become a Marine.
Now, he stood on the enemy's ship, standing against the entire world.
For him.
"Grand…pa…"
Ace's lips trembled, his eyes turning red in an instant.
Two streams of scalding tears uncontrollably rolled down his stubborn face.
Why… why did you come?!
And just as the entire battlefield fell into an eerie stillness due to this sudden turn of events.
The man who had caused all the commotion moved.
"BWAHAHAHA!"
Garp roared with laughter, taking a mighty step forward!
Bang!
The deck beneath his feet instantly shattered!
He transformed into a black cannonball, soaring into the sky, and with an unreasonable posture, he crossed thousands of meters of the bay, plummeting directly towards the center of Marineford Plaza!
"First, let me greet you little brats!"
In mid-air, Garp's wild voice boomed like rolling thunder!
He clenched his right fist.
No Armament Haki.
No superfluous techniques.
Just a simple, ordinary punch.
He unleashed it from afar, targeting the tens of thousands of elite Marines below!
"Fist Bone: Meteor!"
At that instant.
The entire Marineford Plaza fell into an unprecedented silence.
No.
Not silence.
But under that overwhelming and terrifying pressure descending from the sky, all sound was crushed!
Tens of thousands of elite Marines, every single one of them, looked up, their faces pale as they gazed at the sky.
Above the sun-drenched firmament, a rapidly growing black dot was plummeting with an unstoppable momentum!
No.
That wasn't a black dot.
That was a fist!
A fist imbued with terrifying power capable of destroying everything!
"No… no way…"
A young Marine soldier's rifle clattered to the ground.
His legs trembled like sieves, his teeth chattering wildly, but he couldn't make any sound.
In his pupils, the continuously enlarging fist shadow was reflected, his entire mind blank.
Is this… is this the full power of the legendary marine hero, "Iron Fist" Garp?
Is this… the terrifying power that the legends of Roger's era had to face?!
"Are… you kidding me… this is just one punch…"
"Is this… the 'marine hero's' Iron Fist?"
"So that's it… so that's it…" a battle-hardened Marine Vice Admiral, after enduring for several seconds, finally couldn't hold on, dropping to one knee, a bitter murmur escaping his lips.
"So… the pirates who were chased all over the world by Garp… faced… this kind of monster every day…"
At this moment, tens of thousands of Marines in the plaza, whether recruits or veterans, all had the same absurd yet incredibly real thought.
Being a pirate… is just too hard!
How did they survive facing such an utterly unreasonable monster?!
"Get out of the way!!"
"Quick, get out of the way!!!!"
Finally, a Marine officer broke free from the suffocating pressure, letting out a heart-wrenching roar.
But it was too late!
Too fast!
That "meteor" had already arrived above the plaza!
The violent punch wind hadn't even landed yet, but it had already pressed down, causing the ground to crack inch by inch, and countless Marine soldiers were blown off their feet, unable to stand steady!
Doomsday.
Had arrived.
Just as everyone closed their eyes, preparing to embrace death.
On the execution platform.
The figure who had been silently sitting on the chair like a statue, moved.
He slowly, stood up.
It was just a simple act of standing, yet the entire towering execution platform groaned under the immense weight.
He looked up, glancing at the "meteor" in the sky carrying destructive power.
There was no expression on his wrinkled old face.
He just said softly, in an extremely calm tone.
"Truly… a familiar move."
As soon as he finished speaking.
He also clenched his right fist.
The same posture.
The same angle.
Without dodging, he fearlessly met the black "meteor" descending from the sky!
"Fist Bone: Meteor!"
Boom!!!
If the punch unleashed by the previous Garp was a black meteor that destroyed everything.
Then at this moment, soaring from the execution platform was a reverse white comet, aiming to completely shatter the firmament!
The two forces were fundamentally identical!
Both were pure to the extreme, without any impurities, brutally powerful destructive force!
The next second.
Under the gaze of the entire world.
In the utterly horrified eyes of Whitebeard, Sengoku, the three Admirals, all the captains, the Shichibukai… all the top powerhouses.
One black and one white, two supreme fists representing the name "Iron Fist."
Collided with a thunderous impact above Marineford Plaza!
There was no explosion of fire.
Nor was there a deafening roar.
At that moment, the entire world lost its sound, lost its color.
Space, like a shattered mirror, disintegrated inch by inch!
A visible, pure white circular shockwave, centered at the point where the two fists met, violently spread in all directions!
Wherever it passed, the atmosphere groaned, and the clouds dissipated!
The entire sky was forcefully cleared of a massive, eerie circular void!