Final Chapter (12)

"King! How could you have lost?!"

Saint Charlos, who was fighting Garp, was beside himself with rage. He knew that the strength of the kings had diminished greatly over the years, but they had always believed that since the nineteen kings had stood at the pinnacle of the world over eight hundred years ago, they should at least have been able to hold out a little longer against the Sea Emperors, the current peak of the world's military might!

But when he truly turned his attention to the kings' battlefield, Saint Charlos was completely stunned! Though the other kings had not yet been defeated by the pirates, they were already at the end of their ropes! Over eight hundred years ago, they had possessed strength that stood at the pinnacle of that era. Some of the leaders among them had even been comparable to Whitebeard—but that was only in the past! That mysterious technology could not make the cells in their bodies stop functioning. Although it had successfully reduced cellular activity by 99%, there was still that final one percent! The kings had already been sixty or seventy years old when they went into slumber. Their cellular activity had been greatly reduced, but their current state was equivalent to living another ten years on top of being sixty or seventy! Not even a Mythical Zoan could give an eighty-year-old the combat power he had in his youth! Time was the deadliest factor!

"You dare lose focus while fighting this old man?" Garp was slightly angered at the sight! Though his current strength could not compare to Whitebeard at his peak, killing a Saint Charlos was no problem! Yet his opponent still dared to be distracted in such circumstances. He clearly did not take Garp seriously!

"Iron Fist!"

Garp clenched his