A figure fell from the sky, powerless.
Mars, in his bird-snake beast form, raised his wings and caught Garling.
"Cough, cough!"
Garling coughed violently. After fully unleashing Divine Advent, he had entered a temporary state of weakness.
"He actually blocked my Divine Advent completely… cough, cough! Are these two really that strong?!" Garling said, clearly unwilling to accept it.
The defensive capability of that Impact Wave just now far exceeded his expectations.
The other Gorosei felt the same way. They understood Garling's strength. That Divine Advent could be said to be the strongest single-target technique, unmatched by anyone except Nusjuro, who was also a top-tier swordsman.
Yet, despite that, it was completely blocked by the combined efforts of Sengoku and Garp, failing to injure Akainu in the slightest. Such defensive capability was nothing short of shocking.
Even though they had lived for hundreds of years, they had never witnessed such a thing.
In fact, in their hearts, they secretly compared this move to the destructive power of the Ancient Weapon Uranus, wondering if the two could still withstand Uranus's attack if it were to land.
Of course, the Gorosei's guess was that they most likely could not. After all, the attack that wiped out Galzburg was not even Uranus's full power output.
"Why are you two here?"
Akainu gasped for breath, looking at the two with some confusion, then retorted impolitely, "One semi-retired old man and one idler, who allowed you to act on your own?!"
Sengoku understood Akainu's thoughts. He seemed to be scolding him and Garp for intervening without permission, but in reality, he was taking all the responsibility upon himself. After all, both Garling and the Gorosei were genuine Celestial Dragons.
The consequences of attacking a Celestial Dragon were common knowledge in this vast sea. It meant the right to breathe would be stripped away.
"You brat, I've always disliked you. Even at this point, why are you still saying such annoying things?" Sengoku frowned, his lips curving downwards in displeasure.
"Since we've already chosen to act, then we've long since prepared for the consequences, Akainu."
"You…"
Akainu's heart trembled, and he was momentarily speechless, falling into a long silence.
"Akainu, I dislike you, and I once wanted to kill you, but..."
Garp picked his nose, then slammed his fist into his palm in front of his chest, grinning. "If you were to die standing up for Renji, Renji would be very sad."
Boom!
In an instant, two extremely powerful Haki erupted from Garp and the Golden Buddha. The surging, violent power shattered the surrounding ground into countless fragments.
For a short time, the combined aura of Garp and Sengoku completely suppressed the Gorosei in their beast forms.
"What ugly things you are. It's unimaginable that this world has been dominated by you few monsters all this time."
Sengoku, now fully unleashed, no longer held back, immediately going all out. Only then did Akainu realize that Sengoku's strength was in no way inferior to Garp's.
"You've hidden your strength well, Sengoku."
Suddenly, the Gorosei felt immense pressure facing the two men working together.
A moment later, Nusjuro, in his skeletal centaur form, sneered. Far from feeling fear or retreating, kitetsu hummed softly, as if cheering, like it had found an opponent, emanating a powerful, chilling aura. The temperature on the field gradually dropped to freezing point. Even the scorching magma gradually extinguished in this eerie cold light.
"You're just two old men nearing the end of your lives, like dying embers in the wind. How much longer can you burn brightly?"
Is this Nusjuro's true strength?
Akainu, rolling as magma in the sea of fire, felt a stinging sensation even from the chilling light emanating from that kitetsu.
"Dying embers in the wind? Aren't you the same? You're all old geezers, so who are you to talk?" Sengoku retorted impolitely.
"No. We are not like you."
Warcury, in his wild boar beast form, shook his head, taking a few large steps forward to stand at the forefront of the Gorosei.
"Nusjuro is right, you are dying embers in the wind."
"And we… are as eternal as the world itself."
As his words fell, a hint of speculation flashed in Sengoku's eyes. "As eternal as the world?"
In Sengoku's view, Warcury did not seem to be boasting.
Since he joined Marines, it seemed the Gorosei had always maintained their current appearance. He had transformed from a young man with black hair into an old man with white hair, but these Gorosei were still the same as decades ago. Time had left no trace on their bodies, as if time had been frozen, or the concept of time had been erased from them.
Sengoku's mind raced with theories, but the truth remained unknown. He thought and thought, unable to figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking.
His body glowed, and he said in a majestic voice, "Move aside, we are taking Akainu with us."
"Leave? After causing such a huge commotion, not killing him on the spot is already our final act of mercy, in consideration of his many years of contribution to the government."
Warcury, in his wild boar beast form, snorted coldly, refusing to budge an inch.
Meanwhile, unlike the deep-thinking Sengoku, Garp wouldn't ponder such things. For him, a path that couldn't be walked, would be forged with his fists.
"You old things. Sengoku, stop wasting your breath on them, they're not worthy of listening."
Garp's fists cracked, his aura instantly solidified, then his foot stomped the ground, explosively unleashing countless thick Haki lightning bolts. He leaped into the sky, and under the shocked gazes of the Gorosei, surging Haki and physical strength, honed for decades, all converged into this one punch.
As Garp laughed loudly, his eyes gleamed, and an expression of extreme excitement appeared on his face.
The next second, his full-power strike plummeted downwards.
Haki roared, instantly tearing apart the colors of the sky and earth. Under the influence of Garp's full-power strike, objects in its path distorted, as if covered by a thick layer of mosaic, everything began to become bizarre and fantastical.
Warcury's eyes widened, a beam of light rapidly approaching in his vision.
"Galaxy Impact!"