Zephyr glanced out of the corner of his eye at Garp, who was speaking to him. At that moment, he actually hoped he really was being controlled and experiencing some kind of hallucination.
At least... being trapped in a hallucination would mean everything before him was fake.
"You two, stop getting distracted. It's coming," Sengoku said from nearby, his voice emerging from the golden Buddha's enormous mouth.
Crack, crack, crack!
The countless enormous arms layered behind the Thousand-Armed Buddha began making crisp scraping sounds.
Zephyr and Garp immediately grew alert, their bodies tensing slightly. At the same time, they were somewhat curious. How would this rather stiff-looking wooden Buddha attack?
Whoosh!
At the very instant that thought arose, almost all the countless, layered arms extended at once.
The wooden arms traced arcs through the air, then came crashing down on the three of them, blotting out the sky.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Every wooden fist carried the howl of wind, compressing the air into ripples.
"So that's how it works..."
Garp and Zephyr seemed to understand something almost simultaneously.
"Don't let your guard down. According to Tsuru, this thing defeated Roger," Garp reminded Zephyr, Haki already wrapping around his fists.
An assault on Ron's scale was simply impossible to dodge.
Their only options were defense or counterattack.
Of course... defense generally wasn't Garp's style.
Charging forward under fire was!
"Are you kidding? How could I dare let my guard down against this guy again?" Zephyr replied, quickly coating himself in Haki as well.
Then he met the falling rain of fists.
Sengoku didn't hesitate much either.
Against Ron, anything less than their full strength would leave them facing nothing but death.
The Golden Great Buddha abruptly drew its palm back, then thrust it upward at the countless enormous wooden fists descending