On the other side of the harbor.
Hancock slowly straightened up, supporting herself against a broken wall.
The Dark-Dark Fruit had suppressed her for too long. Only after Teach let go did that familiar power inside her gradually come back to life.
She raised a hand, and pink light danced across her fingertips once more.
Nearby.
S-Snake stood up as well, the flames behind her shoulders burning steadily again.
The two of them looked ahead at the same time.
Beneath a building that had collapsed on one side in the distance, white feathers lay scattered everywhere. Lafitte was sprawled there.
Farther away, Doc Q had been punched through several buildings by Garp and was similarly motionless.
Hancock fell silent, her gaze slowly settling on Garp.
The white-haired old man stood amid the ruins. Shiryu's Wind Scythes had sliced several tears into his clothes, and soot left behind by the flames still clung to his body.
Yet he still stood ramrod straight, his breathing barely disturbed.
For once, Hancock did not wear her usual lofty expression.
"Hero of the Marines..."
Beside her, S-Snake's eyes had already lit up.
"So strong."
Hancock immediately turned her head.
"Rock is stronger."
S-Snake froze.
"I never said Lord Rock wasn't strong!"
"I was merely reminding you."
"I don't need your reminder!"
"You clearly just—"
In the distance, a vein throbbed on Garp's forehead as he listened.
"You two!"
They both paused. Garp turned around with a dark expression.
"If you want to argue, can't you wait until after the fight?!"
"..."
The next second.
They turned together, their eyes falling on the remaining members of the Blackbeard Pirates.
Hancock's expression instantly turned cold.
"We haven't settled what happened earlier yet!"
S-Snake had already spread her black wings.
"You're not allowed to steal my targets this