Hearing Sengoku’s question, Garp scratched his head.
He had been so caught up in the fight that he hadn’t paid any attention at all.
“Probably…
not, right?
Hahaha!!”
The laughter of the two men came to an abrupt halt.
Their gazes simultaneously locked onto a giant boulder not far ahead.
A hand covered in seawater and blood slowly reached out from above the boulder, followed by a figure who climbed out with great difficulty.
It was none other than Dar, who had forcibly charged ashore from the seabed.
He gasped for air, his clothes already shredded to pieces.
His body was covered in countless wounds, making him look as if he had just crawled out of a pool of blood.
Excruciating, tearing pain radiated from his arms and chest; he didn’t know how many bones he had broken.
He casually tossed the unconscious Bullet aside and looked up, staring intently at Garp and Sengoku before him.
Garp gritted his teeth, forced himself to stand, and exchanged a look with Sengoku.
The two instantly entered a combat stance.
The atmosphere became suffocatingly tense, as if a monumental battle were about to erupt the very next second.
But just then—Dar suddenly pressed his palms together, bowed respectfully to the two, and then, clutching his lower back, sat directly down on top of Bullet, waving his hands repeatedly.
“No more fighting!
No more fighting!
That punch just now was way too damn fierce.”
“My back is about to break!”
Garp, who had just been preparing to fight, was stunned on the spot.
In his life, he had fought countless powerful opponents; which one of them hadn’t been unyielding, fighting to the bitter end?
It was the first time he had ever seen someone suddenly call for a timeout in the middle of a fight, let alone complain about back pain.
A pure powerhouse like Garp disdained bullying the weak.
When Dar displayed the posture of a weakling, Garp was momentarily stumped and bewildered.
He instinctively turned to look at Sengoku, his eyes filled with the question, “What is going on?”
Sengoku was much calmer, though his expression was frighteningly grim.
He waved his hand at the Marines rushing over from a distance: “Bring Sea Stone handcuffs.”
A pair of cold handcuffs was thrown from afar, landing at Dar’s feet.
“We can stop fighting, if you put these on.”
Dar glanced at the Sea Stone handcuffs at his feet, feigned a look of apprehension, and kicked them directly into the sea.
He felt it was necessary to keep some trump cards hidden.
Since he had the ability to be unaffected by Sea Stone and seawater, it was better not to expose it too early.
He looked up at Sengoku and chuckled: “Sengoku!
You seem to have misunderstood.
I said no more fighting, but that doesn’t mean I’m surrendering.”
Sengoku sneered: “My stamina is still perfectly fine.
In your current state, do you really think you can get away?”
Sengoku hadn’t exerted much effort in the previous battle; the damage output had basically come from Garp.
He had mostly served in a support role, keeping Dar occupied, so his stamina was almost completely intact.
However…
did he think he had Dar figured out?
Who was Dar?
He was a noble transmigrator, a cheater with a System by his side.
Could they really suppress him?
Dar threw his head back and laughed loudly, shouting to the sky: “Angela, come, show them our power!”
No sooner had he finished speaking than a colossal object directly above him slowly decloaked, revealing its menacing full form—it was the xuanjin ark, which had been lurking high in the sky, unnoticed!
At the front of the ark, dazzling blue light gathered frantically.
The ship’s only lethal move—the Ark’s Energy Beam Cannon—had finished charging, its muzzle aimed directly at Garp, Sengoku, and the dense crowd of Marine elites below.
Every Marine present instantly turned pale, cold sweat pouring down their faces.
If not for the two mountains that were Garp and Sengoku holding the line, they would have already fled in terror.
Sengoku, who had just been confident of victory, stiffened suddenly, his expression turning incredibly ugly.
His top-tier Observation Haki was sending out frantic warnings—that giant cannon in the sky was definitely no mere decoration!
Seeing the two of them frozen in place, Dar laughed heartily: “Old man Sengoku, if I fire this shot, you and Garp might be fine, but the nearly ten thousand Marine elites behind you will be completely wiped out!”
Sengoku’s face turned livid.
For the Buster Call launched to surround and annihilate Bullet, he had brought ten elite headquarters warships and over ten thousand elite Marines.
Even losing thirty percent would be a price he could not afford.
He remained silent for a moment, then slowly dispersed his Great Buddha form, no longer ordering an attack.
Garp, however, stepped forward, his voice booming like a bell, making the surrounding air tremble: “Dar, kid!
If you dare touch a single hair on the Marines here, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will definitely drag you down to the bottom of the sea!”
“Vice Admiral Garp!” “Admiral Sengoku!” The crowd of Marine soldiers instantly teared up, trembling with excitement, moved to tears!
They all knew in their hearts that it was precisely to protect them that the two great figures had chosen to hold back.
Seeing that he had completely cowed the scene, Dar said no more.
He grabbed the unconscious Bullet from the ground, ignited a controlled explosion beneath his feet, and with a burst of blazing exhaust, soared into the air, speeding toward the hatch at the bottom of the xuanjin ark.