Shiranami Hakusei curved his lips into a smirk as black and white cyclones spiraled around his entire body.
Thunder-Infused Haki, ready!
Burnt Mountain's pupils shrank. He didn't dare lower his guard and immediately activated his full-body Armament Haki.
He struck first!
"Finger Gun!"
Swish swish swish, his left hand thrust forward rapidly, aiming for all of Shiranami's vital points.
But Shiranami simply crossed his arms over his chest, not even bothering to counterattack. With just his Observation Haki, he calmly sidestepped each strike.
And with a mocking shake of his head, he taunted:
"Too slow! Burnt Mountain, is that all you've got? Come on, faster! Yeah, faster!"
Burnt Mountain's face turned an iron-black shade. As a Vice Admiral of the Marine Headquarters, how proud was he? Now he was being toyed with like a joke?
Even the surrounding Marines began to realize something was wrong.
"Wait a second… it doesn't look like the Vice Admiral is suppressing the enemy…"
"It looks more like… he's being played?!"
"What the hell?! Just how massive is the strength gap for him to be toying with a Vice Admiral?!"
"Oh my god… this is a nightmare!"
"He looks barely twenty! If he gets even stronger in a few years, what kind of monster will the Marines be up against?"
"In no time, he could become the next Emperor of the Sea!"
A sense of despair spread across the gathered Marines.
Before they knew it, Shiranami seemed to have grown bored. He blocked Burnt Mountain's attack mid-movement.
He had caught the Vice Admiral's hand, the one he was using for Finger Gun.
Then, with a sudden burst of strength,
Crack! The sharp sound of bones shattering rang out.
"Urghhh!" Burnt Mountain cried out in pain and quickly lashed out with a kick.
"Tempest Kick!"
Boom!
Too late.
His heavy kick landed squarely, yet didn't even faze his opponent. Instead, the other hand grabbed his leg and locked it in place.
A wave of imminent death washed over him.
"Paper Art!"
Burnt Mountain immediately tried to use one of the Six Powers to evade.
But how could Shiranami, who had already grown bored of playing, possibly let him escape now?
[Strongest Spear: Four-Finger Pierce!]
This time, his attack was infused with Haki, he clearly wasn't planning on giving the Vice Admiral another chance.
"Iron Body: Steel!"
Boom! Squelch!
Burnt Mountain only had time to shout his technique before silence fell.
Even with full-body Armament Haki, and the strongest Six Powers defense, Iron Body reinforced with "Steel", it was utterly useless in the face of Shiranami's four-finger thrust.
As the dust settled, Shiranami calmly withdrew his hand. A large gaping hole was now visible in Burnt Mountain's chest. The lingering thunder energy still crackled and hissed on his charred body.
Thud.
The Marines stared in stunned horror.
It had only been a few minutes.
And yet, one of their Vice Admirals had collapsed in a pool of blood, life or death uncertain.
Several Marines, overwhelmed by sheer terror, dropped to their knees. Their mouths gaped open, trembling, too shocked to form words.
Maybe only they themselves truly understood how terrifying Shiranami Hakusei was now.
It had all happened too suddenly, too absurdly. Some Marines even wanted to slap themselves, just to see if they were dreaming.
"This… this can't be real…"
"That was a Vice Admiral! And he just… collapsed? That kid's just a brat! How can his power be this terrifying?!"
"We underestimated him. Everything he said… might be true. He… he might actually be…"
"The strongest!" a chorus of shocked Marines shouted together.
"I told you from the start, didn't I?" Shiranami shrugged, sounding helpless. "You just wouldn't believe me."
The Marines swallowed hard and instinctively kept a hundred-meter distance from him, scrambling away in fear. Not one dared come close again.
Shiranami turned toward the others and called out impatiently, "Are you guys done yet? You call yourselves experts? So slow. Just so we're clear, my ship doesn't take in weaklings!"
The six fighters, still deep in combat, all turned to look when they heard Shiranami shout.
That one glance nearly made their shorts fall off from sheer shock.
What the hell?
It had only been a few minutes… and he was already done?!
Redfield and his group didn't look too surprised. They had witnessed Shiranami's insane power firsthand. And since he was one of their own, it felt… expected.
But for Ghost Spider and the others, it was like a nightmare.
The brat was standing there perfectly fine, not a scratch on him. Meanwhile, Burnt Mountain was covered in burns and blood, lying motionless on the ground.
That could only mean one thing, Burnt Mountain had been utterly crushed. One-shot KO!
The implications were terrifying.
Sure, maybe Burnt Mountain had underestimated him. Maybe he let his guard down and got hit before he could react properly.
But even so, he was still a Vice Admiral of Marine Headquarters! One of the strongest under the Admirals! Even a full Admiral couldn't one-shot him without serious setup!
Which could only mean one thing…
That kid wasn't a brat, he was a demon. A monster. His strength might even be above theirs!
And in that brief moment of distraction, Redfield and the others seized the opportunity.
All three Vice Admirals were hit with heavy blows from the top escapees.
The worst off was Ghost Spider, who had already been struggling against Redfield.
Now, taking a direct sword aura strike, he was slashed to the ground and lost consciousness.
Fortunately, it was just sword aura, and he had a decent mastery of Armament Haki. Otherwise, he might have been cut in two.
The other two Vice Admirals were also seriously wounded. Though still conscious, they were clearly no longer in any shape to keep fighting.
Whether near or far, Marines and prisoners alike were shocked to their core.
Two Vice Admirals down in one exchange?
Waves of awe crashed through everyone's hearts.
"These four monsters are insane! Hahaha! Let's see the Marines act all high and mighty now! Thought you could catch me? Eat this!"
"Flying Thunder God is the real deal! So badass!"
"So strong!"
"Flying Thunder God is awesome!"
"Redfield's a beast!"
"Crocodile is unstoppable!"
"Douglas Bullet, absolute unit!"
The atmosphere split into two extremes.
The morale of the escapees skyrocketed.
The Marines were crushed and disheartened.
Just as the prisoners were about to rally and charge through the shattered Marine line,
Two voices suddenly echoed through the chaos.
One thunderous with rage.
The other lazy and carefree.
"Prisoners! Know your place! Garp is here!"
"Yoyoyo… looks like I'm a little late to the party."
From behind the Gate of Justice, another Marine battleship glided into the bay.
And high in the sky behind it, a flash of golden light streaked across the clouds faster than the eye could see.
They had arrived.
The true powerhouses of the Marines.
The pillars of Marine Headquarters,
Vice Admiral Garp, the Hero of the Marines!
And Admiral Kizaru, one of the Three Admirals!
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