Zzzzt—!
The blade trapped between Garp’s fingers emitted a harsh screech as metal ground against metal.
Sparks scattered in every direction.
Without even turning his head, Garp swept his gaze toward the incoming attacks with the corner of his eye.
The moment the two Seraphim moved, his Observation Haki had already foreseen everything.
He didn’t release the blade.
Instead, he calmly waited for the attacks to arrive.
He wanted to test their strength.
Whoosh!
Hummm!
The water droplet and the Pressure Cannon arrived exactly as expected, hurtling toward Garp’s back.
Twenty meters.
Ten meters.
One meter.
The distance closed rapidly.
Turning around, Garp raised an arm.
Golden Haki instantly coated it.
Facing the incoming attacks, he remained expressionless and simply extended a finger.
Bang!
Bang!
His hand moved so quickly that nobody could see what had happened.
Only two afterimages remained.
His finger flicked toward the Water Drop and the Pressure Cannon.
The seemingly unstoppable techniques exploded the instant they reached him.
Both attacks were shattered into nothingness.
The ultimate moves that had required so much preparation vanished without a trace.
Even the emotionless Seraphim showed a flicker of shock.
For the first time, their rigid expressions displayed faint traces of emotion.
That shouldn’t have been possible.
But they were still unfinished products.
And what stood before them was simply too terrifying.
“He’s a monster!”
“A complete monster!”
“I thought he’d at least dodge or struggle a little.”
“But he just met everything head-on!”
“Have you noticed?”
“From the beginning until now, Garp hasn’t dodged a single attack.”
“He’s tanked everything directly and won every exchange flawlessly!”
“What exactly are these Seraphim?”
“They look just like the Seven Warlords!”
“Even their abilities are almost identical!”
“And they’re clearly incomplete!”
“What will they become once they’re finished?”
“The World Government’s secret weapon was meant for people like us…”
“I suddenly feel like time is running out.”
“The future is going to be chaotic.”
“Yeah.”
“This battle has taught me a lot.”
“One day, I’ll have a place in this world too.”
“…”
The spectators were utterly stunned.
Garp had already shattered their expectations again and again.
It was thrilling.
Terrifying.
Inspiring.
Everyone imagined themselves becoming that powerful one day.
Strong.
Far too strong.
Then suddenly their eyes widened.
Every gaze focused on the center of the battlefield.
Because Garp had moved.
Looking at the two techniques he had casually destroyed, Garp remained utterly indifferent.
His gaze swept across S-Shark and S-Bear before settling on S-Hawk.
The Seraphim was still gripping his sword stubbornly, continuing to push forward.
As though the blade were his very life.
“You still won’t let go?”
“Then I’ll send you on your way first.”
“Fist Bone: Steel!”
The already indestructible fist began emitting golden ripples.
Haki surged endlessly.
Accumulating.
Compressing.
Growing denser.
The originally pale-gold fist gradually deepened in color.
The surrounding grass started swaying wildly under the pressure.
Even nature seemed affected by the overwhelming aura.
For the first time, emotion appeared on S-Hawk’s normally rigid face.
He seemed to be thinking.
Looking at Garp’s fist—
Fear appeared in his eyes.
Actual fear.
But that brief distraction cost him everything.
The instant he finally tried to release his sword—
It was already too late.
The punch had arrived.
A fist carrying the power to destroy everything filled his vision.
There was no time to dodge.
The golden fist was simply too fast.
BOOM!
Garp threw a punch without emotion.
A violent explosion erupted.
Any defense S-Hawk possessed might as well have not existed.
The divine-grade Armament Haki wasn’t merely powerful defensively.
Its destructive power was equally terrifying.
S-Hawk’s chest was completely pierced through.
Garp’s fist punched directly through his body.
Blood slowly flowed from the massive hole in his chest.
His eyes filled with confusion.
And then emptiness.
Garp slowly withdrew his arm.
Looking at S-Hawk, he remained calm.
The Seraphim was strong.
But not truly top-tier.
Compared to the real Dracule Mihawk, the gap was still significant.
All signs of life vanished.
Dead.
Completely dead.
In an instant, one of the Seraphim had been killed.
Perhaps he wouldn’t have died so quickly under normal circumstances.
But his obsession with the sword was too great.
The difference in strength was obvious.
Yet he refused to let go.
Even in death, his hand still clutched the blade.
Perhaps that was the influence of Mihawk’s genes.
An obsession with the sword engraved into his very being.
Grabbing the tip of the sword, Garp casually tossed S-Hawk’s corpse aside.
Then he looked toward the remaining three Seraphim.
This time, panic was clearly visible on their faces.
They were unfinished, but not entirely emotionless.
Fear.
Real fear.
S-Hawk had been among the strongest of them.
Yet he had been crushed effortlessly.
He hadn’t even lasted two seconds.
The gap was simply too large.
Unfortunately for them—
Garp had no intention of showing mercy.
No intention of giving them a chance.
They were enemies.
And enemies existed to be destroyed.
Whoosh!
The figure standing in front of them vanished.
In the blink of an eye, Garp appeared directly before S-Shark.
Lowering his head slightly, he stared into the Seraphim’s eyes.
Killing intent radiated from him.
“Die.”
Now that he had tested the Seraphim’s strength, he understood their level.
That was enough.
These “toys” posed no threat to him whatsoever.
Incomplete.
Complete.
It made no difference.
There was no reason to let them continue existing.
Whatever Vegapunk planned.
Whatever purpose these weapons served.
None of it mattered anymore.
Garp threw another punch.
Golden ripples spread through the air just like before.
The attack descended.
But at that exact moment—
The ground beneath S-Shark suddenly turned soft.
His body began sinking.
The earth beneath him transformed into something resembling a swimming pool.
And before Garp’s punch could land—
S-Shark disappeared directly into the ground.