Under the attacks of two of the Navy's top fighters, even the Ice Domain, forged by Dragon Slayer Magic and as hard as steel, was torn open in an instant.
Rolling Magma and shock waves battered the surrounding ice, turning the frozen landscape into an active volcano. Where Magma met ice, it hardened, and clouds of steam billowed across the battlefield.
With their strikes landed, Sengoku and Akainu dropped down and stood guard in front of Garp. Aokiji had not joined the attack. He came to Garp with a syringe, exchanged a glance with him, then gritted his teeth and injected it into his artery.
As the green liquid flowed in, Garp's breathing finally steadied. He tore off his tattered shirt and laughed loudly.
"Bwahahaha! Loa, do you think you've won?"
Not a trace of fatigue remained in Garp's body. Even the bloody holes in his chest were rapidly knitting shut as new flesh grew across them.
"Thanks, Aokiji!"
Garp stretched, stepped forward, and stood alongside Sengoku and Akainu. All three stared into the mist-shrouded area, ready to attack as they watched for the slightest movement.
So what if the Navy's strongest fighters joined forces?
Even the Five Elders understood Loa's strength less clearly than the men who had fought him. Patrick Redfield, from the previous era, had been powerful enough to stand alongside Roger and Whitebeard on his own. To capture him, the Navy had mobilized every available force, fielding a lineup even more formidable than today's, and had still barely brought him down!
Above him stood the former World's Strongest, the Blood Earl Ulysses. He had crushed every master of the previous century with one hand. Neither the Navy nor the World Government had dared to face him!
And the man before them had defeated Ulysses. He was