"Uncle Garp, take a move from me too!"
After blasting Garp hundreds of meters away once again, Kakarot's booming voice rolled through heaven and earth like thunder, carrying an unquestionable force, as though he were deliberately reminding Garp to prepare.
Garp had yet to steady himself completely and was using Geppo to adjust his posture in midair. Just as he made out those words, an agonizing pain suddenly tore through his chest. His vision went black, and he vanished in an instant.
Those watching the broadcast barely managed to see what had happened.
With its signal restored, the Live Broadcast Den Den Mushi looked down from high above, covering their battlefield from an almost godlike perspective.
Although distance and speed prevented it from capturing the details of their clashes, the general situation was still somewhat clear-they had only just heard Kakarot speak when his figure vanished from its spot. The next second, he appeared where Garp had been, while Garp disappeared into thin air.
Only a handful of people with exceptional eyesight and lightning-fast reactions caught that fleeting blur of a fist.
Lina and Sakazuki, meanwhile, had kept their Observation Haki firmly locked on the battlefield throughout.
At that moment, Sakazuki's shock was written all over his face. His jaw hung slightly open, his former cold solemnity completely gone, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
To his Observation Haki, Kakarot's movement speed truly was no different from teleportation-the instant his words ended, he had already crossed hundreds of meters and appeared before Garp, who had yet to regain his footing.
Garp had clearly failed to react, and that fist, carrying an unmatched force, had slammed squarely into his chest.
What alarmed Sakazuki even more was that, in his perception, Kakarot's punch seemed to merge with the presence of the