Just as Sephiroth was marveling at Garp's stats...
Garp instinctively glanced at his arm. There was no visible damage.
But that silent, imperceptible strike had drained his Haki as if pumping water out of him. It consumed more than Linlin's candles.
He had seen all sorts of attacks, including some bizarre Devil Fruit abilities. But this was his first encounter with one so inconspicuous.
Garp's expression barely changed. A carefree, boisterous smile even lingered at the corner of his mouth. Yet he stopped advancing.
Golden light gathered beside him.
Kizaru stepped out of the light, his dress shoes crunching against the rubble. His gaze swept cautiously over Bondrewd across from them.
"Mr. Garp."
Kizaru's voice retained its languid drawl, but there was a little more seriousness in it now.
"Are you all right?"
Garp glanced at him and grinned.
"What could possibly be wrong with me?"
He drew his fist back to his waist and coated it in Armament Haki again.
"A little stronger than candles."
Hearing that, Kizaru's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked no more questions.
But inwardly, he muttered, So that invisible attack is stronger than Sakazuki's.
Kizaru was still "young." Those were not the candles Garp meant.
"Hmm...? Candles... indeed, I once encountered quite an interesting ability user."
Inside Bondrewd's helmet, Sephiroth mischievously wanted to make things a little harder for Mr. 3.
Garp did not know Mr. 3's story, while Kizaru realized that Bondrewd was talking about different candles from theirs.
"At any rate, Bondrewd, you've already made this old man work quite hard today. Could you kindly behave and let both sides take a step back~?"
Kizaru spoke of mediation, but he had already vanished in an instant.
Bondrewd swept his right hand forward, ionizing the air into dozens of fist-sized plasma clusters.
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