"Oh no!"
A tenth of a second.
Just a tenth of a second.
Sengoku felt it.
Something beyond his comprehension was unfolding.
His Golden Great Buddha form shuddered violently in that tenth of a second, and the Buddha light within him abruptly contracted, as though something had suppressed it.
He did not hesitate.
The Golden Great Buddha reached out with both hands, grabbing Garp's shoulder with one and Kuzan's collar with the other. He kicked off the ground and shot backward, wrapped in golden Buddha light.
He retreated toward the harbor.
His speed reached its absolute limit in that instant.
"Kizaru! Sakazuki!"
"Run!"
Caught in his enormous hand, Garp flipped once through the air.
A sharp pain shot through his broken right fist, but he did not struggle.
Because he trusted Sengoku.
Watching the sudden change in the surroundings around that brat, he frowned slightly.
"That brat."
"What has he come up with now?"
His old friend, who had fought beside him for decades, had never misjudged something like this.
The instant Kuzan was grabbed by the collar, cold air involuntarily poured from his body.
But he reacted just as quickly. At the very moment Sengoku grabbed him, he had already leaped backward to cooperate.
Carried by Sengoku's Buddha Form, the two streaked across the ice like a golden meteor, retreating hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.
And Kizaru.
Kizaru was faster than everyone.
He had made his judgment before that tenth of a second.
His body turned into light.
Not the half-baked light-speed movement of elementalization.
It was true, complete conversion into light particles.
In that instant, his body shattered into countless tiny photons, scattering backward at the speed of light.
That golden light barely skimmed past the domain's edge. Had he been even a hundredth