Other than the miserable screams of the Ghost Mask agent, everyone else remained silent.
The battlefield was deathly quiet.
All of them stared blankly at the scene before them, unable to process what they had just witnessed.
Even Admiral Kizaru looked somewhat stunned.
Garp had held back during their fight earlier.
And although Kizaru disliked CP0, he had to admit that every member of that organization was elite among elites.
Any one of them possessed strength that would not lose to a Vice Admiral.
The strongest among them were even more formidable.
The Ghost Mask agent before him undoubtedly belonged to that category.
Yet…
He had been crippled in a single move.
This…
“Hiss—”
Kizaru inhaled sharply.
For the first time, he began to hesitate.
The Hero Garp standing before him was becoming increasingly impossible to suppress.
If this continued, today’s operation would likely end in failure.
Perhaps even…
He glanced at the Seraphim and the remaining CP0 personnel.
They might not leave this island alive.
As for his own safety, Kizaru wasn’t particularly worried.
Anyone stronger than him might not be able to kill him.
Anyone weaker certainly couldn’t.
And if he couldn’t win, he could always retreat.
That was the power of the Glint-Glint Fruit.
“Biu—”
Raising his hand, Kizaru extended a finger.
A laser beam erupted from its tip and shot toward Garp’s back.
It was merely a test.
He didn’t expect it to accomplish much.
And Garp’s reaction did not disappoint him.
Turning around, Garp simply caught the laser in his palm.
Golden light spilled everywhere like liquid sunlight before dispersing into nothingness.
Armament Haki completely neutralized the attack.
Not even a layer of skin had been damaged.
“Hiss—”
Kizaru inhaled sharply again.
He was truly becoming helpless.
What level of Haki was this?
Why had he never seen anything like it before?
How could its intensity be so absurdly high?
Under normal circumstances, even if someone blocked his attacks with Haki, they would still suffer minor burns.
Maybe not much.
But at least something.
Yet Garp remained completely unharmed.
Did he really have to use that?
Did he truly have to awaken it?
“Thud.”
Kizaru stepped back three paces.
He chose not to remain at the forefront of the battlefield.
Avoiding Garp’s momentum was the wiser option.
After all, the artificial humans still hadn’t acted yet.
There was no harm in observing their capabilities first.
If things became truly hopeless…
He could decide then.
Seeing Kizaru retreat, Garp didn’t pursue.
The man looked lazy, but that was mostly an act.
Among the three Admirals, Kizaru was the most cunning.
Not someone easy to pin down.
Compared to him, the four little brats standing nearby were far better targets.
To be honest, Garp was already extremely familiar with Admirals like Kizaru and Akainu.
But the Seraphim?
He only knew the basics.
Their exact combat power remained a mystery.
So why not test them?
Turning around, Garp calmly walked toward the four Seraphim.
What puzzled him was that they were simply standing there blankly.
Motionless.
Were they broken?
Or had they not received attack orders yet?
Was that why they were just standing there?
Garp turned his head toward the CP0 agent rolling around on the ground.
“Tsk.”
“Really?”
“Does it hurt that much?”
“You can’t even endure this?”
“It’s only one arm.”
Originally, the CP0 agent had been writhing in agony.
But suddenly, he sensed something.
Like a predator locking onto its prey.
Grinding his teeth, he turned around.
Only to see Garp staring directly at him with dark eyes.
Holy shit!
He almost pissed himself on the spot.
This old monster!
“Seraphim!”
“What are you standing around for?!”
“Kill him!”
“Command issued—engage!”
“Target: Former Marine Vice Admiral Monkey D.
Garp!”
Only then did the Ghost Mask agent realize what had happened.
The Seraphim had been standing there watching the entire time.
No wonder things had become this disastrous.
These unfinished products were truly a headache.
The battle had already reached this stage and they were still spectating.
If they kept watching, he’d be beaten to death.
He was seriously screwed.
“Beep…
Command received.”
“Authority level confirmed: Four.”
“Target identified: Marine Hero Monkey D.
Garp.”
“Engaging.”
S-Snake’s voice sounded slightly stiff.
Like someone speaking with an unfamiliar tongue.
But the meaning was perfectly clear.
The instant she finished speaking—
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Three figures vanished simultaneously.
In the blink of an eye, they appeared around Garp.
Yet the killing intent they emitted felt endless.
Like a merciless steel tide seeking to destroy everything in its path.
Their target was Garp.
S-Hawk.
S-Shark.
S-Bear.
The three Seraphim instantly formed an encirclement.
At the same moment—
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Behind them, S-Snake raised her palm.
A golden cross-shaped star instantly formed.
The attack looked familiar.
It was Kizaru’s laser beam.
These artificial humans—
The Seraphim—
Contained Kizaru’s DNA.
More accurately, every Pacifista possessed it.
Even the current Pacifista were merely unfinished versions compared to those of the future.
“Biu—”
The laser fired.
Blazing brilliantly as it streaked toward Garp’s chest.
Seeing this, Garp wasn’t alarmed at all.
He couldn’t even be bothered to raise a hand.
There was no way a counterfeit could outperform the original.
And the original was Kizaru himself.
If even Kizaru couldn’t hurt him, what could a Seraphim possibly do?
The laser struck Garp squarely in the chest.
Boom!
Black smoke exploded outward.
The battlefield vanished beneath clouds of destruction.
The resulting shockwave forced even distant spectators to shield their eyes.
The light was blinding.
No one could see what happened inside.
After all, Garp had taken the attack head-on.
Under normal circumstances, no one could emerge unscathed.
A hole the size of a bowl should have been blasted through his chest.
That was how powerful the attack was.
Not far away, Luffy roared.
“Grandpa!”
His eyes instantly turned red.
Stretching his arms backward, he prepared to launch himself forward to save him.
Just moments ago, his grandfather had appeared invincible.
Yet now he had seemingly fallen into a trap and been defeated by a few brats.
It was unbelievable.
Beside him, Zoro, Nami, and the others all looked grim.
They grabbed Luffy tightly and refused to let go.
The sudden reversal had shocked them as well.
How had such a dominant situation collapsed so quickly?
And this was Garp.
Someone monstrously powerful.
How could he possibly lose so easily?
He had simply been too careless.
Far too careless.