At the bottom of the abyss lay ** dark reefs and churning foam. Along its edges, walls of water rose dozens of meters high, advancing straight toward the center of the battlefield.
"What... is that?"
The question had barely left his lips before the roar of collapsing walls of water drowned it out.
The sea had been torn apart.
Not by wind, nor by waves.
By one man, who had plowed the ocean open through sheer speed and strength.
Along his path, the seawater had no time to yield. It was forced brutally to either side, arching upward and freezing into two towering, trembling cliffs of water, as though a pale passage had opened of its own accord for the arrival of something inhuman.
Sound could not keep up with him.
Even gravity seemed sluggish.
Before he actually appeared, an invisible pressure, solid as a wall, had already slammed into the waters ahead.
Ships twisted silently, **. On deck, people's expressions changed before their bodies did, their features scrunching together as broken, distorted shrieks burst from their throats:
"It's him... it's Garp-!!!"
For some, that name meant order and protection.
For others on these waters at this moment, it meant only the end.
Bang!
It was not a single sound, but a series of muffled crashes layered together as matter was forcibly crushed and burst apart.
A blurred figure abruptly solidified at the end of the two walls of water. Before his swinging arm, the air compressed, ignited, and exploded, forming a cone-shaped, devastating shock wave.
The first ship in its path skipped even the stage of splintering wood, turning straight into a cloud of fine dust that rapidly expanded and dispersed.
Then came the second ship, the third... The explosions merged into one roar as seven dazzling blossoms of