The newcomer had a burly, muscular build and a rugged face, with a scar beside his left eye—or perhaps a scar-shaped birthmark.
Although his hair had turned completely white, Pell still recognized him at a glance.
The Marine, Garp the Hero!
Seeing Garp felt like seeing family to Pell.
His ice-cold heart suddenly filled with warmth!
But before he could call for help, he saw Garp, whom he had taken for his savior, walk over to Randall.
"Yo, kid, what's with the new look? Weren't you supposed to be fighting Golden Lion?
Where is he?"
Oh, crap! Those two know each other!
Before Pell's heart had even finished warming up, it turned cold again.
Meanwhile, the moment Garp appeared, the rampant killing intent finally found a target.
Garp shuddered on the spot.
"Whoa, what's going on? That's some serious killing intent!"
Randall rose from the ground, staring at Garp with dull, scarlet eyes.
"Die!"
Before the words had left his mouth, Randall threw a punch straight at Garp's eye.
"Holy shit! What the hell are you doing, kid?!"
Garp had never expected Randall to suddenly attack him. He nearly threw his back out dodging that punch.
That little brat had no sense of fair play! Ambushing an old man like him!
Without a word, Randall lunged at Garp, his eyes red.
A ferocious beast had escaped its cage!
"Holy shit! Keep this up, brat, and I'm fighting back!"
Two muffled thuds later, the great Marine hero Garp sported a pair of black eyes.
"All right, kid, you asked for it! Take this!"
In an instant, the two became locked in combat, dull impacts booming like war drums.
They fought so fiercely that the earth shook and the heavens seemed to turn upside down.
Watching them, Pell broke out in a