Making Garp Lose His Reputation Was Easy

"We should head down!"

Golden City Shandora.

After issuing the order, Saint Marcus Mars shut off the Den Den Mushi, his expression calm.

With just a few casual words, he had made an island disappear.

The tens of thousands of lives on it would be reduced to ashes beneath the bombardment.

That was authority and power.

"Let's go!"

Sumer obediently grabbed Enel by his two long earlobes. After roughing it on the Sky Island for three days, he had grown thinner.

He desperately needed a good meal.

Boom!

Black lightning and flames lashed the surroundings as Saint Marcus Mars transformed into the incomparably ferocious Itsumade. A light flap of his wings stirred up a gale that easily bent all the surrounding trees.

This time, Sumer refused to let Saint Marcus Mars carry him as if he were an insect.

Instead, he leaped lightly, grabbing Saint Marcus Mars's right claw with his right hand while holding Enel with his left.

He had already begun adapting to his immortal body and immense strength.

However, if he wanted to truly enter battle, he still needed to properly learn some fighting techniques.

Or fight and kill more enemies—

Over the sea.

The ten warships seemed to possess an endless supply of shells as they continued their relentless carpet bombardment of Jaya Island.

From afar, Jaya Island had already become a sea of fire.

"Something's in the sky."

"Stay alert!"

When Saint Marcus Mars and Sumer emerged from the clouds, they immediately caught the attention of the Marines assigned to keep watch.

Borsalino, Garp, Doll, and the other officers all looked up as well.

That strange, savage monster bird was flying straight toward them, with two people in its grasp.

Borsalino and Garp had already made some guesses about the monster bird's identity.

So they did not act rashly.

Seeing that Borsalino had not given an order, the other Marines did not attack either.

What a joke.

There was not only an Admiral, Borsalino, aboard this warship, but also the Marine Hero, whose strength rivaled that of an Admiral.

If that monster bird was an enemy, rushing over here would be no different from courting death.

Naturally, the Marines remained calm.

Soon.

Saint Marcus Mars flew above the warship, withdrew from his full beast form, and returned to his true appearance. He and Sumer landed steadily on the deck.

As for Enel, he landed flat on his face.

But since he was unconscious, he did not feel anything.

"This is Saint Marcus Mars, one of the Five Elders. Stand down."

Borsalino pushed up the sunglasses on his nose and revealed Saint Marcus Mars's identity to the surrounding Marines.

The Marines' eyes widened.

As people at the bottom of the hierarchy, they had no chance of ever meeting one of the World Government's highest authorities.

"Lord Five Elder."

In an instant.

Every Marine on the deck dropped to one knee and saluted Saint Marcus Mars. Only Borsalino and Garp remained standing.

The two of them were very interested in the vicious bird Saint Marcus Mars had transformed into.

As the World Government's highest rulers, the Five Elders had never displayed their abilities to the outside world.

They rarely even left Mary Geoise.

It could be said that the Five Elders' abilities had always remained unknown to the outside world.

Some even speculated that the Five Elders were merely five ordinary old men without any combat power.

The truth proved otherwise.

Saint Marcus Mars, one of the Five Elders, not only possessed terrifying strength but was also a Mythical Zoan user.

Then naturally, the other four Five Elders were experts as well.

"Get up!"

"Yes."

As Saint Marcus Mars spoke, all the Marines aboard the warship rose to their feet.

At that moment, Sumer pointed at the nearest Marine.

Judging by his rank, he was a colonel.

"You. Put Seastone cuffs on this guy. Also, prepare a room, a change of clothes, and a feast!"

"Yes."

The colonel's expression turned solemn. He was perceptive enough to immediately salute and go make the preparations.

After all, anyone who could appear alongside one of the Five Elders had to possess equally noble status. He was undoubtedly a Celestial Dragon.

And one who did not even wear a bubble helmet.

"And this is?"

With both hands in his pockets, Borsalino looked down at Sumer because of his height.

Unlike the other Marines, he did not hold any inexplicable fear or reverence toward the Celestial Dragons. He remained as indifferent and flippant as ever, acting as though nothing concerned him.

That was the confidence strength brought him.

"Saint Germain Sumer!"

Sumer took the initiative to introduce himself while also sizing up Borsalino.

His face truly looked lecherous.

Paired with that yellow-and-white striped suit, short naturally curly hair, unkempt stubble, and sunglasses, he looked even more ostentatious.

How could someone possibly look like that?

Incredibly, Borsalino somehow pulled it off.

He was also genuinely tall, over three meters in height. His lean, lanky build made him seem even taller.

Comparing himself to him, Sumer felt like an underdeveloped invalid.

"Marine Admiral Borsalino, codename Kizaru."

Seeing that Sumer lacked the extreme arrogance and superiority common to other Celestial Dragons, Borsalino was slightly surprised.

He had dealt with quite a few Celestial Dragons.

Most were ignorant, arrogant swine who looked down on everyone. Only a small number of powerful elite Celestial Dragons appeared to possess normal intelligence.

However, those elite Celestial Dragons were even more arrogant than ordinary ones.

In their eyes, a Marine Admiral was merely a subordinate or bodyguard they could summon and dismiss at will.

Therefore, they showed no respect at all.

In contrast, ordinary Celestial Dragons would not go too far when faced with his status as a Marine Admiral. Some were even afraid of him.

Above those elite Celestial Dragons were figures like God's Knights and the Five Elders, Celestial Dragons of high status who wielded real power and commanded authority without anger.

What they valued first and foremost was strength.

Only those strong enough could earn a trace of their respect.

"I've heard so much about you!"

"But seeing you in person is better than hearing of you. Just as the rumors say, you possess extraordinary bearing."

Sumer nodded and gave him a polite smile.

"How rare indeed~ No World Noble has ever described me that way before. Extraordinary bearing? What a fine phrase."

Borsalino tugged at his suit collar, looking to be in quite a good mood.

He felt that this Celestial Dragon had good taste.

Though his tone remained as slow as ever—

"You must be the Marine Hero, Monkey D. Garp! I've heard so much about you as well—"

Sumer withdrew his gaze from Borsalino and turned to greet Garp first.

Just like in the original story, Garp was a towering old man with a broad chest and bulging muscles.

He had a scar over his left eye, wore a dog-head hat, and draped a Marine coat over his shoulders.

At first glance, he looked highly unreliable.

But only those who knew Garp—especially his enemies—understood just how ferocious and terrifying this old man was.

His iron fists in particular could be called unmatched under heaven without exaggeration.

Seeing Sumer look at him and greet him, Garp made no effort to hide the disgust in his eyes. He had no intention of introducing himself or offering a salute.

He even snorted disdainfully.

He did not even bother pretending.

That was very Garp.

After all, Garp's strength, achievements, connections, and merits were all there. He had the confidence to show a Celestial Dragon a sour face.

If truly angered, he would even strike out and teach one a lesson.

Sumer had expected Garp's rudeness, but he did not care at all. Setting aside his identity as a Celestial Dragon, he was not even worthy of carrying Garp's shoes.

In the world of pirates, the biggest fist was the truth.

However, if he were petty-minded, it would be easy to trip Garp up and make things difficult for him. If he were more malicious, he could even make Garp lose his reputation and destroy his family.

Because Garp had far too many weaknesses.