“Sigh.
Zoro, we can’t let Luffy rush over.”
“If he goes, he’ll only die.”
“Only by surviving and becoming stronger can he avenge Grandpa!”
“We can’t let Grandpa’s blood be shed in vain!”
Nami lowered her head, unwilling to look at the black smoke rising in the distance.
Her expression was unbearably bitter.
She still remembered the laughter back at Water 7.
But now, so suddenly—
Sigh.
Hearing this, Zoro gritted his teeth and looked toward the Seraphim and CP0.
He could feel Luffy’s pain.
If anyone cared most about Luffy, it was undoubtedly him.
They were the closest of brothers.
And it wasn’t only the Straw Hats who reacted this way.
The Supernovas behind them also began to shift emotionally.
“You guys can keep playing.”
“I’m leaving.”
“Killer, let’s go!”
Supernova Eustass Kid glanced at the battlefield and immediately stood up.
Without waiting for Killer’s reaction, he turned to leave.
He was arrogant.
He was wild.
He looked down on others.
But he wasn’t stupid.
Right now, everyone here was high-end Marine combat power.
The strongest person on this side, Garp, had suddenly died.
Wouldn’t they be the next ones to be slaughtered?
While the enemy still hadn’t reacted, leaving early was definitely the right choice.
One could say every Supernova present was an ambitious figure.
Not one of them lacked brains.
The moment Kid stood up to leave, the others guessed what he was thinking.
“And here I thought we’d get to watch something big.”
“Bad luck.”
“I can’t believe he died just like that.”
“A legendary powerhouse who fought for so many years actually dared to be so careless.”
“We’re leaving.”
“Boys!”
Capone Bege dusted off his clothes and turned to leave.
As a representative of a true underworld boss, he never involved himself in certain defeat.
A wise man did not step into danger.
Right now, his thoughts were the same as Kid’s.
If they waited until the enemy reacted, there would be no path left but death.
It wasn’t worth it.
They still had long roads ahead of them.
Immediately, the other Supernovas—Trafalgar Law, Mad Monk Urouge, and the rest—also stood up to leave.
This battle already had no suspense left.
Better to leave early and avoid further trouble.
Whoosh—
A light breeze blew through the battlefield.
Suddenly, the people who had already walked halfway away shuddered.
Like machines, they stiffly turned their heads back toward the smoke.
Blank.
Completely blank.
Some people’s eyes nearly popped out.
As the breeze passed, the smoke gradually dispersed.
When the rolling black clouds finally vanished, a broad, powerful figure appeared before everyone.
It was Garp.
His expression remained calm.
Unshaken.
He looked impossibly composed.
There wasn’t the slightest trace of embarrassment on him.
In fact…
Even his clothes were perfectly intact.
Not even a speck of dirt marked his chest.
To put it bluntly, after fighting for so long, his clothes hadn’t even gotten dirty.
It was as though he were merely playing around in the mortal world.
Shock.
Numbness.
Empty stares.
Everyone’s jaws dropped.
They stared at Garp in silence for a long time, unable to utter a single word.
It was as if something were stuck in their throats.
“This…
He survived that?”
“Is he a monster?”
“Who said he’s an old man?”
“He’s clearly a Titan beast!”
“Damn, he can really take hits!”
“Even a giant probably couldn’t withstand attacks like that!”
“How did he block it?”
“His clothes are completely undamaged!”
“Why?!”
“Hiss…
Old soldiers never die, nor do they wither.”
“Time never defeats true prodigies.”
“Will the legend continue?”
“Even in the new era, do the remnants of the old era still act however they want?”
“So this is the man who drove Pirate King Roger into desperation countless times?”
“The legendary Hero Garp.”
“Today, I’ve finally seen it.”
“Haki?”
“And his Haki is at an extremely high level.”
“No…
it may even surpass everything I know.”
“So this is a legendary powerhouse.”
“Looks like the road ahead of me is still very, very long.”
“…”
It wasn’t only the surrounding pirates.
Even the Marines observing in the shadows wore the same expression.
Especially the “monsters” of the new era who had seen more of the world.
The Supernovas were shocked beyond measure.
They stared at the terrifying scene before them, unable to describe their current emotions.
If that laser beam had struck any one of them, they would likely have died on the spot.
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His Haki had protected even his clothing.
What level of strength was required to perform such an operation?
This couldn’t be luck.
It was absolute power.
Power capable of crushing and suppressing everything.
No one spoke anymore.
The watching crowd instantly held their breath and focused on the center of the battlefield.
Every gaze gathered on Garp.
No one dared blink.
This battle would surely give everyone present immense insight.
It might even save them countless years of detours.
When the world focuses on you—
At this moment, Garp perfectly embodied those words.
Not far away, the Ghost Mask CP0 agent seemed to have forgotten the pain.
He suddenly stood up.
Using his only remaining left hand, he clutched his right shoulder to stop the blood from flowing.
His eyes were blank yet furious as he stared at Garp.
Why?
Why couldn’t such a powerful laser beam shake this man?
That technique had been tested before.
It could blast apart mountains.
Did that mean this man’s chest was tougher than a mountain?
What kind of monster was he?
How did pirates of the old era survive under this man’s fists?
This strength was terrifying.
Looking down at his missing right arm, the CP0 agent felt only hatred.
He had been too careless.
Too reckless.
If he had known this would happen, he would have waited and observed.
The bird that sticks out gets shot.
And his arm had been blown apart.
“Seraphim!”
“Attack!”
The Ghost Mask agent roared violently.
He had lost an arm.
Then Garp had to lose his life.
Not far away, Kizaru looked at the scene and shook his head helplessly.
These people had underestimated Garp far too much.
Although that laser beam was extracted from his own genes, compared to his real laser beam, the difference was enormous.
If even the complete version from the original user couldn’t hurt that old man, how could a few unfinished Seraphim lasers possibly have any effect?
Moreover, even Yasakani no Magatama had failed.
That meant attacks of this level were completely ineffective against him.
Kizaru said nothing.
His gaze also shifted deep into the center of the battlefield.
Searching.
Searching for an opening.
His right hand remained raised.
His middle and index fingers never relaxed.
If an opportunity appeared—
He would strike hard.