In the brief lull after Garp had expended his strength and before he could muster it again, he lashed out with a knife-hand strike, forcing Garp to pull back his fist and block.
Garp turned his head and glared at him, muttering something under his breath, but he dared not ease the force in his hands.
"Forbidden Technique: Heavenly Punishment of Furious Thunder!"
The instant Killing Hall's icy voice rang out, the thunderclouds compressed to their utmost limit above them exploded.
Pale lightning descended from the sky like a divine spear piercing heaven and earth.
The bolt was over a hundred meters thick, pure white from end to end without a trace of any other color. It fell at a speed beyond the limits of all perception.
The air along its path ionized into pungent ozone, its sharp odor stinging noses and bringing tears to eyes.
The pressure of the lightning forced a vast depression into the sea, with countless tiny droplets suspended around its edges, as though time had been paused.
Even the rubble amid the ruins silently vaporized in the lightning.
The bolt was heading straight for the shallows where the four members of the Five Elders and the two members of God's Knights had been placed.
Just then, two figures suddenly appeared directly in front of its landing point.
Saint Shamrock drew the Rapier at his waist.
The instant the blade left its sheath, the Conqueror's Haki and Armament Haki coiled around it erupted together, dark red currents surging like a tide.
He thrust the sword forward. As he did, the Rapier abruptly transformed, swelling and twisting, its blade taking the shape of a three-headed hellhound.
Cerberus.
Its three savage canine heads roared and snarled in unison. Each was larger than an ordinary person, and each held