Luffy Powers Up Whenever He Goes Down

"Marco... how pitiful..." Chopper looked at The Phoenix, who had been battered into a miserable state by the golden Buddha palms.

Sanji took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. "Sengoku's strength really is unfathomable. That wide-area palm strike just now—

not only was its power terrifying, but more importantly, every single palm contained Armament Haki."

He paused. "That's the foundation of an old-generation top-tier powerhouse."

Perona poked Kumashi's face. "That old man isn't even trying to act seriously. Such a huge palm strike sent the surrounding ice flying, yet his clothes aren't even rumpled."

She was naturally referring to Garp, who was still "playing dead."

He had also been within the attack range of the Great Buddha Hundred-Hand Bodhisattva, yet he was completely fine now.

For once, Moria was serious and did not let out his strange laugh. "Garp has no choice either. Between duty and family, he chose the most helpless path. Until Ace is rescued or executed, he has to keep acting out this charade... It probably hurts worse than a knife through the heart."

Perona muttered softly, "How sly... but also, so sad."

"Huh?" Nami suddenly blinked, her gaze sweeping back and forth across the chaotic battlefield below. "Where's that Straw Hat kid?"

Luffy's entrance and performance on the battlefield had been quite eye-catching.

He had left a deep impression on everyone.

So when someone like him suddenly vanished, Nami could not help but be curious.

Time returned to ten minutes earlier.

After Sengoku blasted Luffy away with a shockwave, he lost the ability to keep fighting.

But he did not give up. Or rather, he simply did not know what giving up meant.

He rolled and crawled back onto the warship he had originally fallen onto.

There, hidden among the crowd,