A blue figure—not muscular, but solidly stocky—suddenly stood in the path of the five Vice Admirals' suicidal charge.
It was the Sea Knight, Jinbei!
Though Jinbei's na was well known throughout the seas, he wasn't Roya—the man who had already stunned the entire battlefield. Most people still considered his strength to be on the level of the Seven Warlords, no more.
At best, he was on par with strong Vice Admirals like Onigumo.
So while his interception reflected courage and nobility, to many, it also looked like a death wish.
In a flash, the full force of five Vice Admirals' death charge descended upon him.
Three in front, two behind—all of them unleashing everything in a no-holds-barred, kill-or-be-killed assault.
Under such violent aggression, even with Jinbei's towering fra of over three ters, he looked tragically small and powerless.
And yet—at that very mont—Jinbei simply struck forward with one punch during his brief hang ti.
Karate Fist: Tang Cao Straight Punch!
The mont the punch landed, everyone finally realized—Jinbei was qualified to stand in this place!
What seed like an ordinary strike exploded with a suffocating, overwhelming force!
On the battlefield's massive live feed Den Den Mushi, the audience saw Vice Admiral Onigumo's body grotesquely twist and distort under the raw pressure of the punch!
But only those within the radius of the strike—Onigumo, Momonga, and the others—could feel the true horror of that attack.
The punch didn't just send force outward—there was also a mysterious pull inward.
Push and pull—two opposing energies, acting on their bodies at once.
The pain was indescribable. Only the Vice Admirals caught in it understood.
The most unsettling part?
By the ti Jinbei had already landed back on the ground, the five Vice Admirals struck by the blow were still suspended in midair, their bodies warped and stretched, as if being torn apart by invisible forces!
Jinbei stared at his own fist for a long ti, eyes wide with disbelief.
Then he slowly looked up again at Roya's back, now with eyes full of sothing almost like faith.
Those watching—seeing the look in Jinbei's eyes—finally began to connect the dots between all the strange events on this battlefield.
First ca Roya's teoric arrival, where he effortlessly countered and defeated the Three Admirals.
Then, Squard beat Akainu, Marco defeated Aokiji, and McGuy overpowered Kizaru!
Yes, the battles were all brief—and the Admirals had already been injured. Those facts alone didn't an the Whitebeard commanders were equal in strength.
But following that ca the likes of Vista, Crocodile, and now Jinbei, each unleashing strength far beyond their known limits!
And notably—every single one of them only began showing this change after Roya appeared.
In particular, Crocodile and Jinbei had just escaped Impel Down and had spent, at most, a single day in Roya's company.
One day—and their power had transford!
A fluke for one person, maybe. But ten people?
Vice Admiral Tsuru turned to Garp, voice heavy:
"This Roya… already has the power to overturn the entire world."
Garp's expression suddenly turned deadly serious—but in his eyes flickered a strange gleam… of yearning.
Then, he suddenly let out a hearty laugh, and strode toward the execution platform.
Just as he reached the steps—
Roya stepped onto the platform as well.
Not a second off.
Roya turned slightly and looked at the Navy's legendary hero, offering a respectful nod and smile.
Garp laughed aloud.
"Sorry, kid. Because of my position, this old man's gotta raise a fist!"
Roya bowed his head solemnly.
"Please."
Garp's signature grin returned.
His body tensed, and an overwhelming aura exploded from him.
He lowered into a battle stance—his entire right fist now coated in jet-black Armant Haki.
"Take one from !"
With no embellishnt, no technique, Garp launched a straight punch—aid square at Roya's face.
The fist hadn't landed yet, but the sheer pressure had already torn cracks in the air ahead of him.
It was clear—Garp wasn't holding back.
Even though Ace—the one about to be executed—was his adopted grandson, Garp struck with everything he had, true to his unwavering sense of justice.
Tragic, perhaps—but that was what made Garp such a respected man.
Faced with this titan's decades-forged punch, Roya took a stance of his own.
No Haki. No Observation trickery. No domain disruptions.
Only his perfected form of Life Return—channeling every ounce of his strength into a single punch.
Fist to fist.
A deep, earth-shaking thud echoed.
Under the watch of all, the fists collided.
A burst of energy exploded at the point of impact!
Garp's Armant Haki shattered like paper—blown away in an instant.
The next mont, the overwhelming force looked like it would obliterate his fist entirely.
But then—suddenly—the explosion and all its chaos vanished.
As if devoured by a black hole, the wild energy was erased—completely and utterly silent.
Garp froze, stunned.
Roya had already withdrawn his fist.
With his combat experience, Garp instantly understood what had happened: at the precise mont Roya achieved overwhelming victory in their clash, he had redirected and nullified all the explosive force with a technique of his own.
This wasn't just a win.
It was total domination.
A crushing defeat—not just in strength, but in the way of martial arts.
Garp looked to the sky and laughed long and loud.
Then, with a flick of his shoulder, he cast off his "Justice" cloak, which drifted through the air—landing perfectly on the executioner's blade.
Under the stunned gaze of everyone watching, he declared loudly:
"As of this mont—I resign from the position of Vice Admiral!"
With that, he turned toward Ace, gave him a warm smile, and descended the platform with relaxed, steady steps—disappearing into the shadows of the outer wall.
In the eyes of most onlookers, there was no doubt:
Roya had just punched Garp into retirent.
The wave of morale and fighting spirit ignited earlier by the Vice Admirals' death charge?
Snuffed out instantly.
The pirates' morale, on the other hand, soared sky-high—and with one united surge, they pushed the stunned Navy elite back toward the harbor square!
At the sa ti, Squard and the others finished off the last remaining Pacifista and dove into the chaotic clash among the commanders and Vice Admirals.
At this mont, everyone understood:
The Navy's fate was sealed.
Standing above it all, Sengoku's legs buckled—he nearly fell where he stood.
But it was in that very stumble, in this mont of utter despair, that he noticed sothing strange within himself.
His anxious, unsettled heart… suddenly grew calm.
A ray of golden light burst from deep inside him.
Within monts, it flooded his entire being.
Even the Observation Haki aura Roya had subtly imposed upon his spirit was now washed away—leaving only pure clarity, a state of no fear, no sorrow, and total inner stillness.
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