"Captain, there are Marines up ahead."
At the same time Garp and the others spotted the Wald Pirates, the other side naturally noticed them as well.
At his subordinate's report, Wald opened his eyes.
His eyes were bloodshot. Months of fighting Whitebeard had left him utterly exhausted. Not long before fleeing here, he had fought Whitebeard head-on once again.
"The Marines? Run straight over them." Wald yawned.
He had his own confidence and pride. Even after being reduced to this state, he was still one of the most formidable pirates on these seas.
They had merely run into some Marines. Crushing straight through them would do.
Unfortunately, the other side happened to think exactly the same way.
As a black shadow fell from the sky, the entire pirate ship shuddered. Amid booming laughter, everyone clearly saw the figure that had leaped aboard.
"Wald, feel the wrath of my iron fists! Impel Down is where you're headed next."
The instant he saw the figure, Wald's eyelid twitched. Glancing at the Marine fleet that had already spread out, he rubbed his head in frustration.
"Damn it, have I been cursed with bad luck lately? Why does it have to be that bastard Garp?!"
Rising to his feet, he still looked far more imposing than Garp by sheer size alone. Under normal circumstances, he would not have feared meeting Garp.
It was not as though he had never fought the upper ranks of the Marines before. For him to be known as the "World Destroyer," he had naturally done things that shook the world.
Not only Garp—even the current Fleet Admiral, Void, had once faced him head-on.
But the problem was that he was not in normal condition now.
Under Whitebeard's relentless assaults, he had barely gotten a decent night's sleep over the