"Do you dare accept this 'test'?"
The Finance Warrior God's voice, tinged with amusement and provocation, echoed clearly across the Leviathan's deck through the Den Den Mushi.
This was no longer an order, but an open scheme.
A naked attempt to goad Yas by targeting his arrogance. They knew very well that for a monster like Yas, who regarded challenges and combat as his life, backing down even verbally was a disgrace.
"A test?"
Yas smiled.
It was a bloodthirsty, cruel smile, like a shark that had just tasted blood catching the scent of larger, more delectable prey farther away.
"Sure."
He could not even be bothered to say another word. He hung up the Golden Den Den Mushi that represented the world's highest authority and casually tossed it back to the dumbfounded Garp.
"Hey! Yas! You little bastard!" Garp scrambled to catch the Den Den Mushi. Seeing Yas's utterly unconcerned expression, he nearly suffered a brain hemorrhage on the spot from sheer anger. "Do you have any idea what you just agreed to?! This is the Five Elders' scheme! They just want to use you as a test subject! As their weapon!"
"I know." Yas glanced at him indifferently, as though looking at an idiot making a fuss over nothing. "So what?"
"So what?!" Garp felt his blood pressure skyrocketing. "God Valley! Rocks! Those are the enemies we should be facing right now! Why are you wasting time here on a bunch of small fry?!"
"Small fry?" The curve of Yas's lips grew increasingly dangerous. "Those old men specifically picked them out as my 'test subjects.' If they're just small fry, they're underestimating me far too much."
"Besides." Yas slowly raised his right hand, and an arc of electricity darker than night, entwined with eerie blood-red patterns, silently appeared