Garp abruptly lowered his stance, clenched his right fist, and threw an unadorned punch at the snow-covered ground beneath his feet.
Boom—!
The deafening blast shook the air. Where his fist struck, the solid earth groaned beneath terrifying force, instantly splitting apart as spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly.
The muscles in Garp's arms bulged, veins protruding like coiling dragons. He actually plunged his bare hands into the largest chunk of earth and forcibly dug out a boulder the size of a small house from the ground's grip, its surface still covered in frozen soil and icicles.
Then, dense Armament Haki, nearly tangible, swiftly covered the entire boulder. Garp swung both arms in a full arc and hurled the Haki-reinforced rock like a cannonball with a textbook throwing motion! Its target was the silver-haired youth on the far side of the snowstorm.
"Fist Bone Meteor!"
At its core, this move was merely a throwing technique. The projectile could be a cannonball, or something else.
The boulder tore through the air with a dull howl, ripping apart the wind and snow as it crushed forward with the momentum to destroy everything in its path.
In the distance, on the deck of a warship riding the rolling sea, the watching Marines—including Vice Admiral Tsuru's capable female soldiers and the men from the notoriously fierce G5 Branch—all sucked in a sharp breath, their faces filled with stunned disbelief.
"Y-you've got to be kidding? He just tore off a piece of the ground and threw it?"
"This is... Vice Admiral Garp's strength?!"
"Can human strength... really reach such a level?!"
For many of them, this was their first time witnessing one of the Navy's pillars fighting at full force. That pure, ultimate sense of power shook their understanding to the core.
In stark contrast to the