Only then did the savage power of that punch fully erupt.
The spot where Garp and Randall stood was like the eye of a typhoon.
A fierce storm swept outward in every direction.
An overwhelming force surged into the sky, as though it would punch a hole straight through it.
The commotion was even more spectacular than the earlier punch that had struck like a falling meteor.
The soldiers on guard were startled.
But once they realized that the disturbance was coming from the Training Ground again, they immediately calmed down.
Oh, it was just the big shots sparring again...
Around the Training Ground, Zephyr and the other two released their Haki to contain the storm while constantly probing the situation at its center.
But that was the very center of the energy eruption. Although there was no storm there, the energy was at its densest, severely interfering with their Observation Haki.
Anxious as they were, there was little the veterans could do.
The man-made storm faded as quickly as it had arrived.
Once the dust settled, everyone could see what was happening inside.
Garp had already withdrawn his fist and stood there in silence.
Opposite him stood Randall, who looked like a porcelain doll.
More precisely, a porcelain doll that some brat had punched and that was about to shatter completely.
Garp: ???
Randall was covered in cracks, red blood seeping out of them. It was a shocking sight.
The veterans were all startled when they saw him like that.
But after probing him with Observation Haki and discovering that, although his presence was weak, his life was not in danger, they relaxed a little.
"What happened? Did he pass out?"
Sengoku noticed that Randall's eyes were closed.
"No, I can sense that he's still conscious.
And I keep