"Huff... huff... hehehe..." Saint Garling's battered body slowly rose amid the smoke drifting through the rubble.
The Marines watching all stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"This guy-how is that possible?! His body's already in that state!"
"He can't be human! No way a mother gave birth to that thing! How is he still alive?!" a Marine soldier exclaimed, his voice trembling with undisguised shock.
"Is this guy... a monster?!" Another swallowed, his hands shaking slightly.
Tesoro stared in shock as well. "So these are the Holy Knights?!
"That regeneration can't be a Devil Fruit ability, can it?!"
Meanwhile, amid the smoke, Saint Garling's lips curled upward as his face regenerated once again.
"What an unpleasant feeling. These vibrations remind me of an annoying bastard-the one who got in my way just like this at God Valley!!!"
The next instant, Conqueror's Haki erupted like a storm, instantly blasting away all the surrounding smoke.
Saint Figarland Garling's body regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even his long golden hair regained its original flowing elegance, as though he had never been injured.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Gern snorted, leisurely walking over to the Black Blade: Eight Desolations.
He reached out and pulled it from the ground, its edge gleaming coldly in the sunlight. "Looks like someone's getting worked up."
Saint Garling's gaze locked firmly onto Gern, and a clang rang out from his rapier.
A layer of pitch-black Armament Haki gradually coated it, and the blade trembled slightly with a low hum.
"Aren't you..." A red gleam flashed through Saint Garling's eyes, and his figure abruptly vanished.
Whoosh! A fierce gust swept past as Saint Garling appeared before Gern, his body half bent in a sword-drawing stance. Then he unleashed a horizontal slash!
The sword flashed like