Onigashima's alarms blared as ear-piercing sounds exploded layer after layer.
Members of the Beasts Pirates panicked and raised their heads, looking at the two figures descending from the sky with faces turning paler than one another.
"Enemy attack!!"
"Marines are falling from the sky!!!"
"Are you kidding me! This is Onigashima--!!"
"That's... Garp?!"
"And Zephyr?!"
"Why are the Marine Heroes showing up here?!"
Chaos instantly swept across the entire Onigashima.
The Beasts Pirates members who had been laughing arrogantly in the grand hall just moments ago felt as if a basin of ice water had been dumped over their heads.
They certainly knew those two names.
Iron Fist Garp.
Black Arm Zephyr.
One had chased countless great pirates all over the world, while the other had personally trained generation after generation of Marine monsters.
The mere presence of the two old men was enough to make any pirate recall the nightmare dominated by fists.
Half of Ace's head was still buried in the shattered ground as he struggled to raise it.
Stupid old man...
He cursed out loud, but his eyes were somewhat red.
Deuce and the others had yet to recover from the shock, and Yamato stared blankly at Garp and Zephyr in midair.
Kaido snapped his head up, his gaze changing completely.
Iron Fist Garp—he was a man who, like Roger and Rock, could truly make monsters remember his name!
Back at God Valley, on the craziest battlefield of that era, that man had led a group of Marines charging into the fray and hitting anyone in sight!
Kaido had seen his fists with his own eyes; that was not strength a human should possess, it was an iron fist capable of smashing everything blocking its path into pieces, and it was also the source that made him