"Too weak."
Looking at Enel, who had collapsed to his knees after taking only a few dozen punches, Garen shook his head helplessly.
This was the consequence of relying too heavily on Devil Fruit Ability while neglecting physical training.
A top-tier Logia user like Akainu had the stamina to fight at high intensity for ten days and nights straight, and his body was tough enough to take Whitebeard's quake power head-on and suffer only minor injuries.
But "Thunder God" Enel
truly did not deserve the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, which was considered top-tier even among Logia fruits.
He had not even lasted a minute against Garen before dropping to his knees like a beaten dog, his breathing ragged and uneven from the pain.
"Long-eared brat."
Garen stopped before Enel and waved his pitch-black iron fist in front of his swollen eyes, now narrowed to mere slits.
"You still call yourself a Thunder God?"
"You!"
Enel instinctively tried to put on the pride of a god, but the bruised wound at the corner of his mouth taught him, in the clearest and most direct way possible, what it meant to shut up.
For Enel, physical therapy worked far better than electrotherapy.
Before Garen's iron fists, Enel knew he could neither win nor escape, and he finally became completely obedient.
"Ha ha."
Seeing Enel wilt, Garen could not help but chuckle.
With the battle over, Nami finally relaxed completely.
"Garen!"
With an excited cry, Nami flung herself into Garen's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.
Garen knowingly shed his armor and gently embraced Nami, whom he had not seen for half a month.
The two pressed their cheeks together and exchanged affectionate greetings, being rather lovey-dovey and clingy.
Seeing Garen so absorbed, Enel immediately began to entertain some thoughts of his own.