Oak fought six opponents alone. Both sides were steadily exhausting their stamina, but thanks to his monstrous physique and the boost of his Mythical Zoan, Oak's consumption was actually lower than that of the six people facing him. While all six of them were beginning to pant, he remained perfectly calm.
He even had time to point out flaws in their attacks and pass judgment on them.
"What a monster!"
Kizaru and Aokiji stood together, staring speechlessly at Oak's relaxed demeanor.
How long was this going to go on? He could drag them to death just by stalling.
Sengoku, standing beside Garp, had clearly realized the problem as well. He wanted to retreat, but the battlefield was no longer under his control. The initiative rested with Oak. If they let their attention slip and tried to withdraw now, Oak would definitely seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow. They simply could not afford that price.
For a moment, their side was caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat. However, their situation soon took a turn for the better.
After using a sword strike to redirect Shanks and Rayleigh's assault toward Kizaru and Aokiji, Oak unusually took the initiative to retreat some distance. His gaze turned toward the depths of the Sabaody Archipelago, in the direction leading to the Holy Land.
"Things are getting more and more interesting!"
From that direction, Oak sensed several immensely powerful presences approaching. A few of those auras even felt rather familiar to him, and a faint smile curled across his lips.
It was not just him. Sengoku, Shanks, and the others across from him also noticed the movement behind them.
Sengoku swept his gaze backward. After exchanging a look with Garp, both of them let out a sigh of relief.
"The Holy