Bang!
Fenric stepped forward, and the stone slab beneath his foot exploded.
Using the recoil, he shot forward like a sharp sword, charging straight at Momonga!
At the same time, Yumo was pinned to the ground by Fenric's telekinetic force, and Fenric followed up with a powerful punch.
Simultaneously, his Telekinesis power began suppressing Momonga's movements.
Fenric's mental strength wasn't exceptionally high, and continuously using telekinesis in combat consumed a significant amount of his mental energy. That's why using his fists was his most effective method.
When dealing with someone like Smoker, it was fine to rely on mind power alone.
But using mental abilities recklessly against every opponent as if playing a game was nothing short of idiocy.
Once his mental energy was depleted, he'd end up dizzy and unable to fight at all.
Whoosh!
A sonic boom rang out. One could only imagine the sheer power behind Fenric's punch.
Yumo's expression shifted.
In that brief moment, he could only cross his arms and coat them in Armament Haki to block Fenric's strike.
Boom!!!
Another thunderous explosion echoed.
Skrrt! Skrrt! Skrrt!
The towering Yumo was sent skidding back repeatedly by Fenric's punch, nearly falling out of the ring.
When he finally stabilized himself, his expression darkened.
A sharp pain shot through his arms, and the impact site had already gone numb.
Clearly, the muscles and bones beneath had sustained serious internal damage!
The Mundo before him—was this guy even human?!
If not for his Armament Haki's strong defense, that punch might have shattered his arms and even killed him on the spot.
What was more terrifying, though, was Fenric's strange psychic ability—it was virtually impossible to guard against!
"You truly are strong, Mundo."
Momonga's tone was solemn.
This was the first time he had spoken to an opponent during a match.
In previous fights, he hadn't even bothered talking—he'd simply crushed his enemies.
"Thinking of surrendering already?" Fenric smiled.
"No. From here on, I'll be fighting seriously!"
Yumo drew his saber from his waist as he spoke.
Beneath the Ring
The audience of countless recruits was in an uproar after the brief but intense exchange.
"Damn! Senior Mundo and Senior Yumo are insane!"
"Are they even human?!"
"Senior Mundo is seriously incredible!"
"Yeah, Yumo's being suppressed so badly he has to use his weapon now!"
"Senior Mundo's my idol from now on!"
On the Viewing Platform
Garp burst out laughing. "Wahahaha! Sengoku, my disciple's not bad, right?"
Sengoku ignored the shameless boast.
He looked deeply at Fenric in the arena and sighed before turning to Garp. "He's a rare talent. Garp, I hope you teach him properly."
Garp beamed with pride. He had called dibs on Mundo early on, and now it was clear he had made the right choice.
"Of course! Any disciple I train will be top-class!"
Sengoku rolled his eyes and quipped, "Just don't raise another 'Dragon'."
Dragon…
Full name: Monkey D. Dragon—Garp's son, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, and the World Government's most wanted enemy.
Hearing the name, Garp instantly exploded with rage. "SENGOKU! YOU WANNA FIGHT?!"
Back in the Arena
Momonga raised his sword and asked, "Mundo, aren't you going to use a weapon?"
Fenric shook his head.
Right now, Yumo aka Momonga was far weaker than the future vice admirals—hardly someone worth using a weapon on.
His black blade, Shusui, was reserved for opponents like Issho.
"Then watch yourself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Momonga vanished.
Soru. One of the Navy's Six Powers.
Whoosh!
In the next instant, he appeared directly above Fenric, saber raised high, aiming to stab downward.
Fast.
So fast that most people couldn't even react.
But—
With Fenric's current speed, he could have easily dodged.
But he didn't.
He no longer had any interest in playing around. After gauging Yumo's strength, Fenric was ready to end it.
Armament Haki instantly coated his entire body!
Clang!
The blade struck Fenric's body and produced a metallic clang, like a giant temple bell, reverberating through the square.
On the Viewing Platform
Sengoku, Garp, and the three admirals all changed expression.
"A new recruit… with full-body Armament Haki?" Admiral Kizaru spoke slowly, his tone full of disbelief.
As masters of Haki themselves, they knew just how difficult that feat truly was.
Among the Crowd
Issho looked up, his white eyes focused on Fenric in the arena, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Back in the Arena
Yumo's expression turned grim when he saw that even his full-powered stab couldn't pierce Fenric's skin.
He tried to retreat—but it was too late.
Fenric had taken the hit head-on just to end things faster.
He reached out, grabbed Momonga's blade with one hand—completely ignoring the edge thanks to his Armament Haki—
Crack! Crack!
—and crushed it like paper.
The saber shattered into countless shards and scattered across the floor.
Fenric's Telekinesis power surged once more, locking down Yumo as he tried to flee.
Then—Boom!
Fenric threw a powerful punch, sending Momonga flying across the arena until he crashed against the broadcasting station wall.
Right now, Momonga was still young—far from the strength of a future vice admiral.
And his saber? Nothing special.
If it had been something like the black blade Shusui, Fenric wouldn't have dared block it even with Armament Haki.
"C-Contestant #30—Mundo—wins!!"
The referee shouted, his voice trembling. His eyes filled with awe as he stared at Fenric.
This recruit—was a monster!
As the announcement echoed across the square, an uproar erupted among the foreign soldiers in the crowd.
When Yumo had drawn his sword, everyone knew he was going all out.
But no one expected him to lose this quickly.
"Senior Mundo is just too strong...!" Smoker muttered in awe.