No one had expected Redfield to stop fighting.
This disappointed quite a few spectators.
They had hoped the two would determine a winner and learn more about their strength and methods.
Aramaki in particular shouted that it was boring, but a smug smile appeared on his face.
Because he had seen that neither Garp nor Redfield was his match.
Especially out at sea, he figured he could probably take them both on at once!
But these people did not know that victory or defeat was not what mattered in this duel.
For Garp, he needed to fulfill Dragon's request.
He had to make CIPHER POL transfer Jiwei's case files to the Ministry of Police.
And avoid disgracing himself as an old father.
As for Redfield, whether Jiwei stayed or went was secondary.
The key was to show the outside world the attitude and responsibility expected of the highest commander of CP0, as well as the strength of the Sword Saint of Fortune.
Now that both sides had gotten what they wanted, there was no need to continue fighting.
Of course, Garp definitely still wanted to go on, but that would have been acting on impulse.
If Redfield had been certain of victory, he would certainly have been happy to oblige.
He could use the Star Sea Divine Fist Martial God's reputation to elevate his own standing as the Sword Saint of Fortune.
The problem was that after their previous battle, he no longer had that confidence.
So he had to prioritize weighing the gains and losses.
At the same time.
Inside the Empty Throne Hall in Mary Geoise, far away in the Holy Land, Imu sat upon the triple-tiered platform.
The Eternal and Creation Empty Throne beneath him gleamed with flowing light.
The nineteen swords, spears, axes, and blades before