The third day of the battle...
The town's residents gradually grew bold enough to venture outside, looking south toward where several mountains had vanished.
"Amazing..."
"They actually flattened all those mountains."
"I never imagined there was such a powerful pirate on this island."
"That's the Red Count."
"A great pirate on par with Gold Roger and Golden Lion."
"This is far too dangerous."
"Yeah, it is."
The residents of islands in the New World knew a little more than those in the Four Seas.
They merely marveled at how powerful and dangerous pirates were.
Garp stood in the center of the square, sensing the condition of the two men far away.
"It's almost over."
Vice Admiral Tsuru nodded.
"Let's go."
The two rushed toward the distant mountains, while the Marines maintaining order formed ranks and returned to their ships.
Atop a mountain that had been sliced in half.
Craters of every size dotted the otherwise smooth, level surface.
Sword wounds of varying sizes covered Kong's arms, thighs, neck, and even the area over his heart.
They bore witness to the ferocity of their battle-a struggle to the death.
Covered in blood, Kong panted heavily as he looked at Redfield opposite him.
"This ends here."
"Patrick Redfield."
Redfield was in little better shape.
His chest had caved in completely, and his left arm hung limp.
Blood soaked his scarlet clothes as he knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his sword.
After taking several deep breaths, Redfield slowly rose.
"Is that so?"
"Can you withstand one more strike?"
He raised his sword in his right hand and pointed it at Kong.
Kong gave a quiet scoff.
"Then go ahead and try."
Kong never considered whether he could withstand that strike; he simply threw the question back at him.
Unable to sense