He had witnessed a powerful young man grow from weak to strong with his own eyes.
Until he stood as his equal. Garp had mixed feelings about it. Had he been a junior Marine, Garp would probably have felt a hundred times better.
But he had to be a pirate. There was no telling how much trouble he would cause or how many innocent people he would get killed.
"Every power comes at a price. Your increased speed, combined with Haki, makes chasing you a headache even for me. That means you must be burning through your stamina faster."
"I only need to keep chasing you, appearing wherever you land, making you expend your stamina a few hundred more times until it dwindles!"
"Strength has its limits. In the end, it comes down to a contest of wills. You fought that Golden Lion fellow to the death for three days and nights. How much fighting spirit do you have left?"
Garp laid out the stakes solely to diminish Shane's spirit a little.
His thinking proved correct. With just a few words, he felt his opponent's imposing presence weaken.
Shane exhaled like a dragon, his killing intent multiplying.
Yet his imposing presence was indeed weaker than before. His stamina expenditure really had exceeded his limits, and with Garp pursuing him, he had even less chance to recover.
His so-called weakening aura was not a decline in willpower. He really had exhausted too much stamina.
"Garp!"
"I'm stronger than I was when I fought Golden Lion. Give me another three days, and you'll lose too!"
He planted his feet, no longer able to expend excessive amounts of stamina.
Shane blocked several more attacks with both hands. His Haki and killing intent had not diminished in the slightest, but his reserves had truly