Sengoku felt exactly the same way as Akainu: why were there so many people putting on an act on this battlefield?
First, Admiral Kizaru had fought Marco for over ten minutes without either gaining the upper hand. At most, Marco looked a little disheveled.
Then there were the Shichibukai, who were going through the motions. And Hancock had actually let Rubick send her away so easily!
Finally, there was Garp. Those Iron Fists of his could go toe-to-toe with Roger, so how could he fail to beat his own grandson?
Actors. They were all actors!
Akainu seethed. A few bursts of Soru brought him before Luffy, and he sent his signature Hell Hound lunging straight at him.
Luffy was still holding Ace aloft and had no way to dodge. He remained in Gear Fourth, the form he had used to punch his grandfather in anger. White ribbons of steam coiled around him, making him look like a god descending from the heavens.
"Gear Fourth: Gomu Gomu no Rhino Howitzer!"
Luffy kicked off with one leg, using the recoil to launch himself into the air. He drew the other leg into his body, then fired it out at tremendous speed. Armament Haki coated his blackened leg, while threads of black-and-red lightning flickered around his toes.
Akainu's expression turned grim. How old was this kid? And he had already learned to coat his attacks in Conqueror's Haki?
Akainu faced Luffy's attack without a trace of fear. Hell Hound slammed into Luffy's leg. Even with Haki protecting him, Luffy felt the damage from that tremendous force. The magma's searing heat made him knit his brows and clench his teeth.
"Luffy, put me down!" Ace shouted anxiously.
"Don't worry!"
Sabo broke away from his opponent and charged over. If he didn't, Akainu's next *Dog