Chhk--
In the blink of an eye, several dazzling golden Flying Slashes tore through the air and struck the shockwave Sengoku had unleashed.
Boom--
The shockwave instantly exploded.
"Slash Wave—Thousand-Cut Valley!!!" Golden Lion Shiki wielded his two swords, sending out one sharp slash after another.
The golden Flying Slashes cut across the sky and appeared before Sengoku in an instant, forcing him to leap left and right to dodge. He avoided Golden Lion Shiki's attacks perfectly.
Sengoku shouted at the dazed Garp, "Garp, stop that Golden Lion bastard!"
At the shout, Garp came to his senses. Like a long-jump champion, he sprang over the battlement in a single leap. Then, like a swift eagle diving from the sky to strike its prey, he dropped down and blocked Golden Lion's path.
A smear of blood stained the corner of Golden Lion's mouth. His eyes brimmed with killing intent as he barked, "Get out of my way!"
He grew anxious inside. With Ares's strength, there was absolutely no way he could have lost to Sengoku. Yet now, he seemed to have lost consciousness.
He had to get Ares out of there as soon as possible.
"When have you ever seen this old man move aside?" Garp clenched his fist and made his decision clear through action. Terrifying force, wrapped in dense waves of air, shook the surroundings.
"Fist Bone—Meteor Impact!!"
Calling out the name of a technique was an extremely childish habit, but in such a passionate battle, shouting out one's moves did not seem childish at all. Instead, it gave Garp tremendous momentum.
It pushed the power of that fierce punch to an even higher level.
Perhaps this was simply one of the traditions of hot-blooded anime and battles in the world of fiction.
"Lion's Majesty—Earth Scroll!!!" Golden Lion roared. With