"Cough! Cough!"
Fists clenched, Garp stood tall on the ice. He coughed up the seawater that had entered his lungs and wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. A hint of nostalgia entered his eyes as he looked at the man before him, at once familiar and strange.
"Why? Don't you know the answer?"
"Turn back, Loa!"
"Turn back?"
Loa scoffed and folded his arms. "To what? Slaughtering civilians again? Bowing and scraping again? Letting those Dragon People pigs do whatever they please?"
"You still don't understand, Vice Admiral Garp." Loa suddenly sighed, then said with conviction, "This world is yours, not mine!"
"Then don't blame us, Loa!"
Garp roared and charged at Loa again, his fists coated in Haki. In close combat, Garp was confident that even if he could not overpower Loa as he had Kaido, he could at least keep him occupied and create openings for the others.
Their wills were set. With no room left for compromise, they fought with twice the force!
Fist Bone: Meteor Shower!
Without cannonballs to throw, Garp's barehanded version of the move lacked its usual range, but its power was more concentrated, and every punch hit harder. Facing it for the first time, Loa almost felt as though he were caught in a meteor shower.
But Loa had honed every aspect of his abilities. At close range or from afar, he stood among the strongest in the world!
He leaned sharply back, coating his dragon claws in Haki. Then he drew his arms in and sprang toward Garp like a fully compressed spring.
Finger Pistol: Eight Maidens!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Though flesh and blood collided, the air rang with the clash of metal. The icefield beneath their feet cracked apart from the aftershocks, as if the world