Boom!
The earth split open, Kong froze, and the scene looked like the end of the world, Doomsday.
The Elite Camp members were blown away before they could put up any resistance. Where the fists met, an explosion cracked like thunder.
A terrifying chill erupted with unprecedented force and spread rapidly under Momonga and the others' stunned gazes, as though it meant to freeze the whole world.
Trenches several meters wide tore through the ground. Before the rocks and soil could fall, the bitter wind froze them into icicles hanging from the edges.
"Who won? Don't tell me it was Loa!"
Momonga drove his sword sheath into the ground to keep from being blown away. He looked up at the dust-shrouded center of the battlefield, eyes flickering.
Suddenly, Momonga's eyes widened. "No, Instructor Zephyr is fine."
"That presence—it's Loa!"
Whoosh!
A figure shot upward like a streak of blue lightning, dazzling against the dust-filled battlefield.
Loa's arm felt numb. It was not just the aftereffect of using a thirty-percent stack, but also the impact he had taken.
So that's the strength of a Marine Admiral who fights purely with physical techniques? Then just how strong is Iron Fist Garp?
Loa frowned, awed by Zephyr's power.
He had thought that Zephyr, who had been defeated by Luffy two years after the Paramount War in the original story, could not possibly be strong enough to make him feel so utterly outmatched now.
But he had been wrong. Spectacularly wrong.
He did not know why Zephyr would become weak enough six years from now to lose to a nineteen-year-old Luffy who had been at sea for barely over two years.
But the Zephyr standing before him now was a Monster!
That seemingly ordinary punch had unleashed a heart-stopping force the instant Loa touched