The earth-shaking collisions kept twisting and swelling the air.
Speed pushed to its absolute limit came with endless, crushing pressure.
Teach's body became a blur as he hammered punch after punch at Garp.
Garp refused to give ground. No matter how much power Teach unleashed, he could not suppress him.
Instead, with Dark Jade's interference temporarily gone, Garp could finally cut loose.
Teach charging straight at him was exactly what he had hoped to see.
He was still too young. If Garp caught even one opening, he could force Teach completely into his own rhythm and crush him in short order.
Why did he have to be a pirate?
Garp felt it was a pity.
There were already enough monsters on these seas.
A few years ago, things had been even more terrifying.
The Marines and the World Government had paid an untold price for it.
So many young people had died.
Most of the Elite Training Camp's achievements had been wiped out, leaving the Marines short of mid- and high-end combatants.
They struggled to keep the seas in check.
Maintaining order at sea did not depend on top combatants.
It depended on the countless officers scattered across the seas, each maintaining stability in their own waters.
The Marines were now barely holding on.
Of course, there was one thing that deeply worried the Marines.
The Elite Training Camp trained more students every year, and Fleet Admiral Kong's involvement had relieved much of the pressure on Zephyr.
Yet it had been a long time since a Marine with a monster's potential had emerged.
Only a scant few students earned an A rating in any given year.
It was as though the first few classes of the Elite Training Camp had drained away all their good fortune.
The Elite Training Camp