"Gyahahaha! Tremble, world, as you behold the magnificent prowess of the great Shiki!"
Standing mid-air, Shiki spread his arms wide and laughed heartily.
Across from him, Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr watched with dark expressions.
Had they ever encountered someone so arrogant?
Was this man truly a senior executive of the Rocks Pirates?
Right now, he didn't seem much different from a fool.
Though unspoken, this was precisely what reflected in the eyes of Sengoku and the others.
One against three?
Are you certain?
Shiki was absolutely certain!
"Hah~"
"Lion's Might: Imperial Sea Swirl!"
After his display of arrogance, Shiki got down to business.
With a powerful upward sweep of both hands, he unleashed the full power of his Float-Float Fruit.
Countless volumes of seawater rapidly converged before him, forming a colossal tsunami over a hundred meters high.
Stretching dozens of kilometers wide, it embodied the terror of a natural disaster.
But he wasn't finished. Shiki swept his arms outward once more.
To his left and right, two massive lions made of seawater swiftly took shape.
Clang~
A cold gleam flashed as thick Armament Haki rapidly coated the two lions, each dozens of meters tall.
Under the sunlight, they reflected a blinding, icy sheen.
"Huff, huff~"
After executing these two moves, Shiki gasped for breath, his stamina severely depleted.
After catching his breath for a few seconds, he rallied once more.
"Gyahahaha! Witness my masterpiece! This is the true power of Shiki!"
"Die now!"
"Hah~"
With a roar, Shiki unleashed both terrifying ultimate attacks, one after another, pressing forward relentlessly.
The final dance, fueled by the majority of his abilities and Haki, had begun.
"Damn that Shiki."
"For the Float-Float Fruit to be in the hands of a pirate is nothing short of a great disaster and tragedy for the people of the world."
Zephyr's face darkened as he watched the two overwhelming attacks surge toward them.
Though Shiki's preparation seemed lengthy, it had taken merely over ten seconds.
The terror of the Float-Float Fruit was laid bare in this moment.
"Enough talk, Zephyr. Let's fight."
"Just a mere pirate. I don't even have him in my sights."
As Zephyr's shoulder sank, Garp flashed past him, charging forward.
Standing mid-air using Moonwalk, his body was already wreathed in crimson lightning.
The dark clouds gathering overhead mirrored Garp's mood—seething with rage.
"From all those Navy soldiers before to the two Admirals this time, the blood debt between us is as deep as the sea, irreconcilable."
"Today, I, Garp of the Navy, will ensure you remain here as an offering to our fallen comrades."
As Garp spoke, the muscles in his arms bulged, veins popping out.
Whoosh~
"Fist Bone: Iron Fist of Fury!"
In a flash, Garp appeared directly before the tsunami and threw a punch.
Crimson lightning shattered the space around him as a terrifying shockwave, intertwined with black and red, shot straight toward the massive tsunami.
Boom~
With a deafening roar, Garp's punch blasted a gaping hole right through the tsunami.
The hole appeared out of nowhere, lingering with the indomitable will of Garp.
The surrounding seawater couldn't refill the area in time, creating a starkly abrupt scene.
Immediately after, Garp didn't halt his assault, launching another fierce offensive.
"Fist Bone: Iron Fist of Fury!"
"Fist Bone: Iron Fist Meteor Shower!"
...
Boom~
Boom~
A barrage of attacks erupted incessantly in an instant.
Fueled by Garp's intense rage, wave after wave inflicted immense damage upon the colossal tsunami.
In no time, the hundred-meter-high tsunami was riddled with numerous craters of varying sizes.
Each crater retained traces of willpower, preventing seawater from flowing back to fill them.
At a glance, one might mistake the massive tsunami for a tattered cloth full of holes.
This demonstrated the terrifying power unleashed by Garp, hailed as the Navy's rising star.
Garp's assault continued unabated.
"I haven't seen Garp in this state for several years," Zephyr remarked with a sigh to Sengoku behind him.
"Indeed, he's truly enraged this time," Sengoku agreed. "The consecutive heavy losses, compounded by Shiki's provocation at this critical juncture—it's hardly surprising given Garp's temperament."
Watching the furious Garp, Sengoku felt a lingering trepidation. This was the first time in three years he'd witnessed Garp this incensed. He vividly recalled the last time Garp had been in such a state—when he had rampaged from the East Blue all the way to the North Blue. For an entire month, pirates across the four seas trembled in fear. That spree had nearly wiped out piracy in the East Blue altogether. To this day, the East Blue remained the weakest sea, a direct consequence of Garp's actions.
"Let's join him, Zephyr. Capturing Shiki would give some closure to the two Admirals," Sengoku proposed.
"Agreed. I've long been irritated by this arrogant pirate," Zephyr responded without hesitation.
In sync, they advanced swiftly, following Garp's lead.
"Thousand-Hand Buddha: Infinite Shockwave!"
"Crush: Consecutive Ripple Fist!"
Golden light flashed as emerald energy erupted.
Under the combined assault of the three, the already teetering tsunami shattered completely, its waters crashing back into the ocean.
Subsequently, the two lion constructs also faced their siege, succumbing shortly after and sharing the tsunami's fate.
Witnessing this, Shiki's laughter carried a tinge of bitterness. He had overestimated himself and underestimated the Navy—especially these three naval monsters fueled by the consecutive deaths of two Admirals.
"Gyahahaha~ You're all quite strong, you Navy folks," he chuckled darkly. "In that case, I'm done playing with you."
He had already decided to retreat. His body moved accordingly, ascending rapidly into the sky to make his escape. Shiki's grand plan to show off had ended in utter failure—a classic case of pride coming before a fall.
Whoosh~
But at this moment, though he wished to leave, others had different plans.
Garp materialized beside him in an instant, blocking his escape route.
"Fist Bone: Iron Fist of Fury!A black fist, larger than a sand pot, slammed heavily into Shiki's face.
Boom~
With a thunderous impact, Shiki was sent flying. He shot through the air and skimmed across the sea surface for dozens of kilometers, only managing to halt just before plunging into the water by straining his Float-Float Fruit ability to its limits.
"Damn you, Garp! How dare you strike this great one's face!" Shiki snarled, his words slurred by the injury. He looked up, a large swollen lump on his face that appeared utterly ridiculous.
He felt deeply humiliated. Wasn't there an unspoken rule about not hitting people in the face? Did these shameless Navy soldiers not understand that?
Garp couldn't be bothered to argue with him and continued his assault.
"Fist Bone: Iron Fist of Fury!"
It was the same old move, yet it made Shiki's expression change drastically.
"Great Buddha: Shockwave!"
"Crushing: Ripple Fist!"
What made his face turn even paler was that attacks were coming from both his left and right sides as well.
Surrounded from three directions, was Shiki about to be turned into a human sandwich cookie?