When Moke finally regained his strength and prepared to charge back into the battlefield, the sight before him left him stunned—Marine Headquarters had already been reduced beyond recognition!
Those damned enemies had been so ferocious that they had turned the place into utter ruin. Enel, meanwhile, had quietly withdrawn from the battle amid the chaos.
After all, compared to the powerful Sengoku, he had been clearly inferior. Still, no one had been able to stop him from retreating unscathed.
There was no doubt that Sengoku had successfully driven Enel back, but it had cost him dearly. His stamina had been severely drained, and he had even begun to pant faintly.
Yet the challenges awaiting him had only just begun—standing across from him were not only the recovered Moke, but also three formidable enemies: Catarina Devon, Vasco Shot, and Avalo Pizarro.
Sengoku's expression instantly darkened, as though a storm were about to break.
Moke sneered and charged first, his fist carrying immense force as it shot straight at Sengoku. Sengoku forced himself to draw a breath and crossed his arms, barely blocking the blow, though his body still staggered back several steps.
Seizing the moment, Catarina Devon flashed forward like a ghost and appeared at Sengoku's side. The blade in her hand drew streaks of cold light as it stabbed toward him.
Vasco Shot and Avalo Pizarro closed in from different directions as well. In an instant, Sengoku found himself surrounded on all sides.
Before anyone could react, a figure came racing over from afar like a bolt of lightning. Looking closely, it was Garp! His fury erupted as he roared, "Sengoku, you old bastard, here comes your grandpa!" Before his words had faded, he charged into the fray like a tiger descending the mountain.
The moment Garp entered the battlefield,