"Kid, are you that son of Lind and Charlotte Linlin?" Garp asked curiously, looking at the white-furred young man opposite him who could withstand his Iron Fist.
Young people these days were becoming more and more unreasonable. First Bullet, and now Kelt had popped up too. They were all so young, yet their strength was already not much below his own.
Kelt stayed silent, merely tightening his two-handed grip on the Tiger Soul Blade and fixing his eyes on Garp, the man who put him under immense pressure.
Just as he had expected, Garp really was far stronger than him. Even an all-out strike in his Human-Beast Form could be casually blocked by Garp.
Yet a casual blow from Garp forced him to use everything at his disposal to respond.
He had only been able to fight Garp for so long largely because Garp was not taking things seriously, and was even fighting him with a somewhat playful attitude.
Kelt had to admit that he had underestimated these veteran powerhouses and somewhat overestimated himself.
He might indeed be somewhat stronger than his peers, such as Kuzan and Sakazuki, but he still had quite a way to go before reaching someone like Garp, who truly stood at the peak of the Admiral level.
Of course, it was not just Kelt. On the other battlefields involving top fighters, the allied forces had no advantage either.
King, who had only just broken through to the Admiral level, and Saro, whose age had already weakened him somewhat, were now almost getting beaten to a pulp by Dragon and Borsalino. They looked considerably worse off than Kelt.
Under these circumstances, no one else on the allied side could free themselves to help the two. All their Admiral Candidate-level fighters were tied down by the Celestial