At that moment, Allen reached into the vortex as if rummaging through his own wardrobe, then yanked hard!
A figure clad in a tattered white suit stained with dark red blood was brutally dragged out like a sack and slammed heavily onto the little boat's deck! "Thud!"
The man's hands and feet were bound in heavy Seastone shackles that glimmered faintly. Head down, his silver-blue curls were a complete mess, his face mottled with bruises, and dried blood still stained the corners of his mouth.
His white suit was torn in several places, the blood seeping through it especially glaring beneath the sunlight.
His entire being radiated an air of "I don't want to live anymore" and "just destroy everything already."
Pointing at the man on the ground, Allen roared at Garp and all the Marines, "You dared hit my Uncle?! Then I'll hit him!"
Before his words had even faded, he raised his foot and mercilessly drove it into the man's defenseless stomach!
"Thump!" A dull impact rang out!
"Ugh...!" The man on the ground let out a suppressed groan of pain, his body curling up. The intense pain seemed to wake him up somewhat, and he slowly, with tremendous difficulty, raised his head...
His true face was revealed—nuclear level shock swept the entire scene!
When that familiar face, bruised and swollen, written all over with exhaustion and "Why am I always the one getting hurt?" was exposed beneath the noon sun.
Time froze once more!
All sound was utterly sucked away!
The expressions of the tens of thousands in the plaza instantly shifted from confusion, bewilderment, and rage into an ultimate, indescribable state of—shock! Petrification!
After the deathly silence came an uproar like a tsunami. "A-Aokiji?!!!"
"Mr. Kuzan?!!"
"How is that possible?!!"
Countless gasps merged into one, as