This was a true inescapable net!
It was a deadly trap set by the three Admirals, betting everything they had!
Anyone caught within it could only feel despair!
However...
The man enveloped in green steam once again let out a deafening roar of laughter!
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Amidst his laughter, the green steam and blue-purple lightning on his body erupted!
He didn't dodge, nor did he retreat!
Instead, he charged forward, straight into the apocalyptic scene above!
His figure instantly transformed into a blurry green specter, weaving at high speed through the airtight network of attacks with a trajectory that completely defied logic!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He didn't even bother to block the giant magma fists, merely punching through the air!
The ferocious winds from his punches materialized into invisible shockwaves, precisely detonating several magma fists still in mid-air!
Dazzling fire exploded in the sky, and his figure strolled leisurely amidst the rain of fire!
He easily sidestepped, dodging Aokiji's tricky ice spear, then countered with an elbow strike, shattering another incoming ice spear!
Facing Fleet Admiral Sengoku's golden giant palm descending from the sky, he stomped the ground fiercely, rocketing upwards like a cannonball, crashing head-on into the enormous hand with the most brutal force!
Rumble—!
Golden shockwaves and green steam once again collided furiously!
Sengoku's golden Buddha form was actually pushed back slightly by this violent power!
"How is this possible!"
A tidal wave of shock surged through Sengoku's heart!
Garp's strength... had grown even stronger!
The moment he was locked in a struggle with Sengoku, Akainu had already adjusted his stance and lunged forward again!
"Die, you traitor!"
He roared, his recently fractured arm forcibly reforming under the magma's embrace, unleashing an even fiercer "Great Eruption" than before, aimed directly at Garp's back!
"Sakazuki, it's far too early for you to do something like this!"
Garp laughed wildly, not even glancing behind him!
He twisted his waist sharply, lashing out with a whip kick at an incredible angle!
The leg, wreathed in green steam and lightning, once again violently collided with Akainu's giant magma fist!
Bang!
This time, Akainu couldn't even last a second!
His giant magma fist instantly shattered!
The overwhelming force surged through his arm, violently pouring into his body!
"Pfft!"
Akainu spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a distant fortress building, smashing a giant humanoid hole in the solid wall, his fate unknown!
The entire scene once again fell into a deathly silence!
Aokiji's cold air froze.
Sengoku's golden giant palm also hung suspended in mid-air.
They stared blankly at the figure embedded in the wall, their minds blank.
Admiral Akainu Sakazuki... defeated?!
And, in such a swift, decisive, and utterly crushing manner, completely overwhelmed!
Garp slowly retracted his leg, the green steam on his body flowing gently, like a god or demon.
He twisted his neck, emitting a crisp 'crack,' and his sharp eyes slowly turned towards Aokiji and Sengoku, whose expressions had dramatically changed, even showing horror.
"Puhahahahaha!"
"Who invented this Chakra thing? It's really useful!"
He bared his teeth, revealing a bone-white grin, his smile more like a complete madman than any villain on the battlefield!
"Then,"
His figure left an afterimage in place, disappearing instantly.
"Who's next?"
Green steam flowed slowly.
Garp stood on the ruins of the execution platform, lightning and life energy interwoven on his body into a destructive membrane of light.
His gaze swept across the battlefield.
Akainu Sakazuki was embedded in the wall of the fortress building, his fate unknown.
Cold sweat rolled down Aokiji Kuzan's forehead, and cold air uncontrollably seeped from his body.
And Sengoku.
The golden Buddha form of the Fleet Admiral was now uncharacteristically silent.
His wise eyes were fixed on Garp, flickering with extremely complex emotions.
Heartache, anger, unwillingness, and... a hint of deep helplessness.
"Garp..."
Sengoku's voice was low, as if squeezed from deep within his chest.
"Are you really going to go this far?"
Garp did not answer.
He merely flexed his wrist, his knuckles cracking crisply.
The battle intent burning in his eyes spoke volumes more than any words.
Sengoku closed his eyes.
A moment later, he slowly opened them.
All hesitation in his eyes vanished at this moment.
Only a pure... determination remained.
"I understand."
He took a deep breath, and his golden body began to shrink.
The Buddha form was dispelled.
Sengoku returned to his normal human form, the white Admiral's cloak, symbolizing the highest authority of the Marine, flapped fiercely in the sea breeze.
He raised his hand and slowly untied the cloak's fastenings.
Whoosh—
The pure white cloak slipped from his shoulders, drifting towards the distant ice.
The moment the cloak, emblazoned with the characters for "Justice," hit the ground, the air across the entire battlefield solidified.
All Marine soldiers held their breath.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku... took off his cloak?
What did this mean?
Aokiji's pupils suddenly constricted.
Whitebeard stopped his movements, his sharp eyes fixed on Sengoku.
And Garp.
The wild laughter on his face subsided slightly, and a very rare... solemnity flashed in his eyes.
"Sengoku..."
He murmured to himself.
After Sengoku took off his cloak, his entire demeanor underwent a drastic change.
The elegance and composure of a strategist completely vanished at this moment.
In its place was an extremely primitive, savage, and resolute warrior's aura!
He slowly raised his head, his gaze locked on Garp.
"Garp."
His voice was terrifyingly calm.
"I don't know where you came from."
"Nor do I know what kind of devil's gift that power on you is."
He walked towards Garp step by step, each step making the ice tremble.
"But I am the Fleet Admiral."
"I bear the justice of the entire Marine, and even the entire world, on my shoulders."
His voice grew lower and lower, yet heavier and heavier.
"No matter who you are."
"No matter how strong you are."
"I cannot let you shame justice here!"
The moment the last word fell.
Boom—!
A Conqueror's Haki, more terrifying than at any previous time, erupted from Sengoku!
It wasn't the pressure of a king ruling the world.
But a... desperate, self-sacrificing determination!
The air trembled!
The ice cracked inch by inch!
The clouds in the sky were dispersed by this will, revealing the clear blue sky!
Aokiji was shaken by this aura, retreating repeatedly, his face filled with shock.
The Whitebeard Pirates' commanders all changed color.
Even Whitebeard himself showed a solemn expression.
"This guy Sengoku..."
He murmured to himself.
"He's going all out."