Shanks's Slash

"It really was me."

Having just converted the resources of a giant naval vice admiral, Oboro murmured a sentence and then instantly disappeared from the spot.

Boom! No sooner had he moved than Garp slammed his One-Punch Man into the ground in a fit of rage.

The iron fist shattered the stone slab as easily as paper, and the force of its spread caused the earth to cave into a deep valley.

In the air, the Oboromoto Buddha had just appeared.

A burst of golden light erupted from behind, and a dazzling golden Buddha rose high in the wind, its terrifying Buddha hand gathering power to push forward.

"No way..."

Oboro smiled and teased.

His expression was the complete opposite of the grim situation he was in.

Garp and Sengoku, what kind of lineup is that? It's the kind of power that can take on the Yonko.

Either of them would make the Yonko feel wary.

Not to mention the tacit understanding they've developed over the years.

Long turned around and crossed his arms, trying to block the attack with his own energy, but it was no use... The power of the Buddha's palm strike was utterly destructive; the energy only bought him less than a second. Then, the giant palm slammed him to the ground.

From a high altitude, the giant hand from the Sengoku not only left five astonishingly large finger marks on the ground, but also stirred up towering waves of stone.

"Hazy!"

The golden Buddha glared angrily and called out Long's name.

After raising his hand, Guan Long's suit was ripped apart, and blood was flowing from his forehead and arms.

However, as she lowered her hands slightly, forming a shield, she revealed a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

Before Sengoku could even retract his attack, Garp had already flashed above Oboro's head, his fist brimming with indescribable Haki power.

While he was lying on the ground, his shadow blocking the sunlight, he threw One-Punch Man.

Long vanished into thin air into the soil.

But even his physical body couldn't escape the perfectly coordinated attack of the two veterans... Oboro darted across the ground, speeding towards the crowd. The Navy had already spread out their lines, deliberately leaving open space for their top combatants to control the situation, demonstrating excellent execution. So, just as Oboro was about to act, Sengoku seemed to have seen through his plan. While still running, he was struck by a large golden hand and instantly sent flying.

The body, straight as a ray, crashed violently into the ruins of the collapsed naval base.

"As expected of the Sengoku, although he wasn't as meticulous in his planning as Tsuru, his and Garp's combat experience was simply too seasoned, leaving no chance for them to take advantage of the chaos. Most importantly, the two of them working together were completely without weaknesses..."

Long smashed through several boulders in succession, and finally his whole body was embedded in the ruins of a wall.

He glanced at Sengoku and Garp charging toward him again, and thought to himself.

Garp is superior to him in both physical strength and Haki.

Sengoku's Devil Fruit ability is equally overpowered in this close-quarters combat situation.

"So... his only chance is still with him."

Long's eyes flickered, glancing at the golden Buddha.

Open a 'gap' by examining the Sengoku period.

This suffocating and desperate pressure, to be honest... gave Oboro a little excitement.

He liked this feeling.

Suddenly, all the debris on the Marineford battlefield—stones, ruins, corpses, weapons, and so on—was lifted up by the air currents and, driven by Oboro's thoughts, shot towards Garp and Sengoku with the acceleration of the air currents.

However, the two veteran naval officers made no attempt to resist or defend themselves. Their senses were firmly locked onto him, and the stones, some tens or even hundreds of meters long, struck the golden Buddha statue of Sengoku, only to shatter into dust without causing any damage.

As for Garp, needless to say, the old man rampaged through the overwhelming turbulent currents with an extremely domineering and tyrannical demeanor.

Although his body was not as imposing and powerful as that of the Sengoku, his physical toughness was in no way inferior to that of the latter.

Long's pupils contracted.

All eyes were focused on Garp, who was leaping forward with his energy charged up. Invisibly, his vast sea of energy transformed into ropes that wrapped around Garp's limbs, briefly imprisoning him in the air.

Then, Oboro shot out from inside the wall like a cannonball.

He shook off Garp and headed towards Sengoku, the Buddha, in the rear.

Sengoku seemed to realize that the God Slayer was targeting him, and his massive body suddenly lowered to a horse stance, striking the void with a palm strike from afar.

Directly in front of the black dot flying rapidly, emitting a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air.

Shockwave! Although the Buddha's Hand did not directly touch Oboro, the shockwave it released was so powerful that it disrupted Oboro's control over the airflow... causing the airflow brought by the shockwave to surge back towards Oboro like a tidal wave.

Like a kite with a broken string, Long flew backwards again.

At that moment, veins bulged on Garp's forehead as he mustered all his strength to break free from the airflow's control and leaped toward Oboro's landing point.

"That won't work either..."

"Although I could manipulate him and Tsuru by knowing everything about the changing maritime landscape and the overall strategy... his position as Fleet Admiral is clearly not that simple. His mastery of the three types of Haki seems to be on par with, if not better than, Garp's... Most importantly, I underestimated his Devil Fruit ability, the Mythical Zoan type, Buddha form... Besides granting him an astonishing physique, it seems to have elevated his spirit and refined his skills to the level of a Buddha..."

"Tsk, there's absolutely no need to risk your life here."

As Oboro was repelled and his body was completely out of control, his mind raced with thoughts.

They were considering countermeasures.

He was very calm, or rather... this familiar feeling reminded him of his growth when he was Hunter x Hunter.

To be honest, he really wanted to have a good fight with Garp and Sengoku right now.

But that's obviously very foolish.

This even reminded him of the situation Chrollo faced alone against Silva and Zeno of the Zoldyck Family during the Yorknew Hunter x Hunter.

"Garp, don't let him use his powers to leave the ground!"

Shouts from the Sengoku echoed from afar.

With a gloomy expression, Garp appeared beside Oboro before she fell to the ground.

The moves are simple and unpretentious!

It is still One-Punch Man that can shake mountains.

But this time, a rotating golden bell appeared on Oboro's body.

Garp's fist struck the bell, but the bell shield only held for a moment before shattering like glass.

A solid fist slammed into Oboro's shoulder. Upon closer inspection, the side of Oboro's frame that was hit even showed an unnatural twist. The terrifying force caused him to change his trajectory while in the air... and shoot towards a coastline.

However, this time Oboro did not land or crash into the sea. Instead, she regained her footing halfway through the flight.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

I just looked up.

His eyes shrank to the size of pinholes.

He seemed to pause for a moment, as if stunned.

Not to mention him, even Sengoku and Garp, who were still planning to continue the pursuit, changed their expressions slightly.

Because two people who shouldn't have appeared, or rather, joined this battle, did.

Moreover, the timing of the card was quite clever.

A man raised his gun and aimed it at Long's vitals.

The other person had already leaped up from the ground, brandishing a knife, and was in a very good position.

Less than ten meters away from Long... at this distance, it's practically 'hitting him right in the face'.

"Don't think we'll be easily fooled, God Slayer."

Ben Benn Beckman, who had shaken off Shiliu, lay on the ground with some wounds, but they did not hinder his movement.

He glanced at the target above his head and said coldly.

In front of Oboro, Shanks' sword Gryphon was also wrapped in Haki, with red lightning crackling around it, as he began his 'starting stance'.

"I've been sailing the seas for years, don't treat me like a child..."

The Shanks looked up and smiled.

The aura it exuded was terrifying beyond measure.

"You have no intention of fighting us to the end, do you?"

Before the words were even finished, a slash that seemed capable of tearing the sky apart engulfed everything.

This is the swordsmanship Shanks 'learned' from Roger: Divine Departure!