Garp's mind went completely blank.
He was stunned.
Completely stunned.
He did not even notice the deafening Sound Explosion that reached his ears only after the golden light.
At that instant, time and space itself seemed to come to a halt.
Garp could clearly feel the force striking his arms had blown through his protective Colorless Haki, as well as the tough flesh and bones he had tempered over decades.
But how was that possible?!
Why was he, who had already mastered Colorless Haki, so utterly helpless?
Could the gap between one person's Colorless Haki and another's really be this vast?
Garp could feel that the power Imu had struck him with contained no slashing force, no Devil Fruit ability—only incredibly pure Haki!
Yet he still could not block it at all.
[Bang!!!]
Garp's massive body shot through the long corridor amid rings of sonic-boom mist.
In the end, he slammed heavily into the golden wall of light less than a meter from the doors.
His body seemed to stick to it before slowly sliding down a moment later.
Imu had used his Haki to stop Garp from continuing to fly backward.
Otherwise, those doors certainly would not have survived, and there was no telling where Garp would have ended up.
But—
When Garp opened his eyes and looked toward the source of the agonizing pain, he discovered that both his arms were gone!
They had not been broken or smashed apart. It was as though they had been burned away?
Smelling the scorched scent in the air, Garp came to that conclusion.
He knew that Colorless Haki lightning possessed all the properties of natural lightning.
Extreme heat was one of them. Clearly, after his arms had been blasted apart, both the bones and flesh had been incinerated.
The difference