At the same time, Enel's Lightning Strike came down. Lin Mo put away Toyako, drew Sandai Kitetsu without hesitation, and raised it skyward, drawing the two-hundred-million-volt bolt toward himself.
In an instant, sparks flew and blinding white light left almost everyone aboard unable to open their eyes.
When the light faded, the sky had cleared. Lin Mo stood unharmed at the center of the strike, calmly sheathing Sandai Kitetsu.
Water 7: Lin Mo, Be My Son
"Huh? Am I seeing things? When did that kid get here? He took a slash from Pops and came out unscathed?"
"Who is this guy? He's incredible!"
"That lightning strike looked terrifying too. He took a slash from Pops, drew lightning onto himself right afterward, and still wasn't hurt. And he looks like a teenager, not even an adult... Is he human?"
A chorus of astonished cries rose from the Moby Dick.
Even Whitebeard's eyes flashed with surprise.
Marco smiled and introduced him. "That's the kid I told you about. His name's Lin Mo."
"But didn't you say you'd come tonight?" Marco asked Lin Mo.
Lin Mo glanced at the bewildered Enel. "If I hadn't come, he'd have been crippled."
Enel froze. "Aren't you underestimating me a little...?"
"Lin Mo was right." Marco waved a hand. "Pops was quite serious about that strike. Even in your elemental form, he could still have cut you. So thank your captain."
Enel's expression darkened. "That sick old man is really that strong?"
Lin Mo was speechless. "He's the strongest of the Four Emperors."
"The F-Four Emperors?" Enel exclaimed. He remembered Garp saying that any one of the Four Emperors could easily kill him, and sweat poured down his forehead.
What kind of stupid thing did I just do...?
"Hmph!" Whitebeard snorted. "You tried to hurt my family.