Amid the frozen ruins, Vikengam leaned against a broken pillar of ice. One look at him made it clear that Garp had beaten him back into human form.
His luxurious knight's outfit, worth more than the bounty on Shiki's head, was in tatters. The brooch that would have cost a full three hundred million Beli was reduced to half a piece hanging from the rags on his chest.
A closer look revealed that several of Vikengam's ribs seemed to be broken. Even his swollen chest muscles could not hide the slight collapse beneath them.
And that was after Vikengam had used Betsumei Hachiman several times to heal himself.
Otherwise, his injuries would have been far worse.
Feeling his weakness and the stamina returning through his Mythical Zoan powers, Vikengam gingerly moved his sprained waist. Not far away, Garp punched through a block of ice and climbed out of the frozen pit. Vikengam looked at him helplessly. "Which one of us is the damn Mythical Zoan, you or me?"
Garp was staggering too, and his injuries looked much worse than Vikengam's. After all, he had no Betsumei Hachiman to heal himself.
Vikengam had clearly fractured the bone around his left eye. Bloody ice clung to his brow, his nose was crooked, and swelling around his right eye blurred his vision. A wound deep enough to expose bone ran across his shoulder, plainly the work of an axe.
Yet despite his injuries, his presence remained formidable, like a wild beast backed into a corner.
After stumbling two steps, Garp steadied himself and straightened up. Conqueror's Haki once again wrapped around his clenched fists. He watched the black ribbons around Vikengam flicker as if they might dissolve at any moment, then gave a savage grin. "Looks like even with your Mythical Zoan Awakening,