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At this time, in reality, in order to create an illusion for Larson that he had discovered nothing, Sengoku deliberately hid his pride.
On the surface, he still looked angry at Larson, but in fact, he was full of disdain for Larson in his heart.
At this moment, an unusual noise suddenly came from not far away.
Sengoku turned around in confusion, and this sight frightened him greatly.
The endless black, water-like substance was slowly rushing towards them.
"What is this???" Garp said, a shocked look on his face.
Larson also acted convincingly at this moment. He took a breath, deliberately pretending to be shocked: "When did this appear? Why does it look so terrifying!"
Whitebeard also used his talent for disguise at this time. He didn't say anything, only frowned—but even this slight expression brought his emotions to the extreme, allowing Sengoku, who was still doubtful, to dispel his suspicions in his mind just by looking at him.
In Sengoku's mind, Larson might be faking it, but Whitebeard definitely wasn't.
Through the Navy's long investigation of Whitebeard, they had already studied the character of this strong man on the seas very thoroughly.
Whitebeard is a typical overlord who tells the truth and would never lie. With his strength, he has no reason to lie.
So when Sengoku saw Whitebeard's expression, he had already silently regarded these black tides as real emergencies. However, he did not give up his doubts about Whitebeard and Larson. After all, this incident seemed so coincidental and suspicious.
Garp asked curiously, "Why have I never seen these things?"
Sengoku glanced at Larson and Whitebeard but found nothing suspicious on their faces, which made him a little disappointed.
He looked at Larson and asked, "Have you seen these things?"
He wanted to judge whether all this was Larson's conspiracy by Larson's response.
But Larson, knowing Sengoku's tactics, anticipated his intentions.
Since he dared to come here with Whitebeard, he had confidence in himself.
Hearing Sengoku's question, he shook his head blankly: "If you haven't seen it before, how could we have seen it?"
Larson's answer wasn't flawless, but it left Sengoku without reason for further doubts.
Sengoku snorted coldly, "It's best that it has nothing to do with you."
Larson sneered inwardly. Even if it did, what could they do now?
Garp glanced at Sengoku and said eagerly, "I'll go over and check out those things. Just wait here."
Sengoku hesitated, "It's best not to rush in; those things look extremely dangerous."
Larson took the opportunity to chime in, "Yes, yes, better to avoid it altogether than to confront it head-on."
But Sengoku, who had rejected Garp a second earlier, immediately changed his mind after hearing Larson's words.
"No, Garp, you go!"
Sengoku sneered at Larson, determined that whatever Larson suggested, he would oppose, to prevent Larson from enacting any possible scheme.
"Alright, I'll go over then," Garp said, heading toward the dark waves.
Larson sighed, pretending to be helpless.
This act only reinforced Sengoku's suspicions, fueling his inner thoughts.
'Haha, Larson, do you think your hiding is perfect? You still intend to plot against us? Just wait, I'll show you my strength! We'll settle old scores carefully!'
Sengoku felt proud, convinced he had seen through Larson's plan.
But in reality, everything was under Larson's control. When he saw Sengoku actually allowing Garp to proceed, he nearly laughed out loud.
Initially, he only wanted Sengoku and Garp to share the brunt of the Kuroshio's threat to protect himself and Whitebeard. But Sengoku's decision played right into his hands.
If he didn't know better, Larson would've thought Sengoku was his undercover ally.
Sengoku looked at Garp and didn't forget to remind his good friend, "Garp, be careful—don't get too close to those things."
Garp waved without looking back, "Got it."
By this time, Garp had arrived within 20 meters of the black tide. He crouched to inspect it, allowing the black tide to approach.
"I can't tell what it is… maybe I should test it?" Garp muttered.
At that moment, the black tide seemed to notice Garp but showed little interest, intending to bypass him directly.
This unexpected reaction fascinated Garp.
"It can detour around obstacles? Ha! Fascinating!"
Excited, he activated his weaponized fists, charging eagerly toward the black tide.
The Kuroshio looked at him in confusion, wondering if there was something wrong with this human's mind—ready to confront him, yet seeing him charge forward of his own will.
Kuroshio grew increasingly annoyed, thinking, Easy to bully, huh? In an instant, massive waves of black giants began to coalesce, forming a formidable force within seconds.
This sudden formation made Garp, who had been charging forward, stop abruptly.
Dozens of piercing eyes fixed on Garp, their dark gaze menacing. Anyone else would have been terrified in this moment—but not Garp. If anything, his excitement only grew!
He was fascinated by the sight, completely captivated. Such an amazing opponent, he thought. Garp's curiosity had now turned into exhilaration.
"Hahaha, bring it on!" he roared, surging forward once more.
From a short distance away, Sengoku noticed the escalation and immediately called out, "Garp, get back here immediately!"
But it was too late—Garp was already amidst the black tide, fists raised, landing a punch on one of the black giants with full force.
The strike felt solid, but something strange was happening. Garp glanced down at his legs, frowning as he saw the black tide creeping upward, starting to encase him.
Garp barely flinched, gripping the dark substance with a calm expression. He gave it a powerful yank, but it didn't budge. Determined, he tightened his grip, gritted his teeth, and with a loud roar, ripped the black waves off his legs as if peeling away a stubborn shadow.
Larson, watching from afar, was stunned.
Can he really just... tear that off? Larson thought, wide-eyed. Is this level of strength even human?
Marco, too, had been possessed by these very things before, and everyone had witnessed firsthand how formidable they were to handle. Yet Garp seemed unfazed, even enjoying himself as he took them on.
With his legs free, Garp jumped right back into the fray, punching the black giants one by one, defeating them with almost ridiculous ease.
"That's all you got?" Garp's expression showed slight disappointment. He had expected more of a challenge. Instead, it felt like all he'd done was warm up.
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