Garp and the others were badly shaken by Mu Chen's actions, unable to understand what he was trying to do.
Mu Chen paid them no mind. The gravitational force in his palm grew stronger and stronger, and the meteor rose faster and faster, gradually leaving the plaza behind as it flew toward the clouds.
Get up there!
Mu Chen barked in a low voice, the light of his Rinnegan reaching its peak.
The next instant, the meteor suddenly accelerated, piercing the clouds like an arrow loosed from a bow and streaking toward space with a long tail trailing behind it.
Everyone craned their necks, watching the meteor grow smaller and smaller until it became a black speck and disappeared into the blue sky. Only a faint trail remained to prove it had ever been there.
A full minute passed before sound returned to the battlefield.
"He sent... sent them into space!"
Sakazuki murmured, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Borsalino kept staring at the sky and spoke in a lazy drawl.
"Oh my, he really punched a hole in the sky!"
Whitebeard burst into his booming laugh, even louder than before.
"Gurarararara! Hahahaha! You little brat, you've really outdone yourself! You actually sent them into space!"
Mu Chen slowly lowered his hand, the light of his Rinnegan gradually fading. He turned toward Sengoku on the execution platform, his voice calm but carrying an unquestionable authority.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, I've sealed the Blackbeard Pirates inside a meteor in space. They're still alive, and as long as they remain alive, the Dark-Dark Fruit won't reincarnate. For at least fifty years, this fruit won't appear on the seas again."
Of course, this was merely an excuse Mu Chen had come up with.
In truth, Mu Chen would never pass up the chance to recover