Enel raised his right hand. Liquid silver flowed along his arm, shaping itself into a long silver staff.
"I won't make the same mistake again, old man." His lips curled.
"Big talk for a brat!" Garp planted his hands on his hips and laughed. "Come on then!"
"Heh."
Soru!
"Take this, old man!"
Enel's Haki-coated staff snapped toward Garp—
BOOM!
Garp swatted it aside with a single punch. He was about to follow up with a kick—
—but his eyes flashed with interest.
"Oh? That's fun."
Enel's staff melted in his grip, reshaping into a spinning drill that wrapped his forearm, whirring at high speed.
"Interesting little punk." Garp nodded as the pressure hit. "Good attack power… but that's all."
He kicked.
Enel slipped away with Soru, the drill liquefying again—this time forming a heavy warhammer.
"Don't look down on me, old man!"
Garp's eyes narrowed.
Soru.
"He vanished—!"
Enel didn't waste time thinking. He slapped a silver shield across his chest—
Right on cue, Garp appeared in front of him.
"Too weak, kid. Go train for a few decades."
THUD!
Garp's fist slammed into the shield.
CRACK!
The defense shattered. Enel flew backward, swallowed by the force.
Senior Pink leapt up and caught him mid-flight, glanced once—
"Mm. Blood at the mouth. Internal damage." He tossed Enel back toward the ship like a sack of flour.
Garp stared at him, surprised. "You… weren't you one of Doflamingo's officers?"
Senior Pink tugged his tie. "That was the past, Vice Admiral. Now I'm White Ghost's crew."
DONG.
Armament spread across his body.
He belly-dived onto the ice—swimming through it like water—and shot straight at Garp.
"A Swim-Swim Fruit user?" Garp noted as Senior Pink burst up and punched at his chest.
"Right on!" Senior Pink's hardboiled aura flared as he drove the fist in.
Garp crossed his arms and blocked the blow. "Not bad. Your Haki's almost at emission level. You even learned advanced Armament."
"Still… too weak."
He bounced Senior Pink's punch off—
—and countered with a straight punch.
Senior Pink didn't dodge. He braced, compressing his Haki into a single point to defend.
BANG!
He slid back, ice exploding under his feet.
Garp frowned for a second—then burst into laughter.
"Ha! Not bad, kid. You took a hit and didn't drop. Again—your turn!"
Senior Pink wiped blood from his lips, chest aching. "As expected… Garp the Hero. That kind of strength isn't human."
"Then—"
He lunged.
Soru—Cat Punch!
His fist tapped Garp's forehead.
Garp didn't even move.
"My turn."
Before Senior Pink could land, Garp's massive fist came up—
BOOM!
It slammed into Senior Pink's chest.
Senior Pink spat blood and flew backward, rag-dolling through the air.
Luffy's eyes sparkled. "Grandpa's the strongest!!"
Garp laughed louder. "Hahaha! Next!"
Pedro caught Senior Pink. "Tch… knocked out."
Lucian ran over, panicked, staring at her husband—then looked at White Ghost with pleading eyes.
White Ghost pressed a palm to Senior Pink's chest. Golden flame flowed into him, steady and warm.
"He's fine. Sleep it off. Don't worry."
"Thank you, Captain," Lucian whispered, finally breathing again.
White Ghost clicked his tongue and looked at the crew. "You all think you're strong because you've been bullying small-time pirates."
"Now you know how small you actually are."
No one argued. Heads lowered.
One punch each—except Senior Pink, who managed to eat two.
And worse… it wasn't just embarrassing. It felt like they were making their captain look weak.
Pedro loosened his tie and jumped off the ship.
The moment he landed, he fully transformed with a roar—half-beast, feral power, fur bristling.
He surged toward Garp like a cannon.
"This one's different!" Garp grinned.
"If we keep getting one-punched, our captain's face is going to be dragged through the mud!" Pedro snarled.
DONG.
High-level Haki wrapped his fists.
He rushed in—
And then it was pure impact.
Pedro and Garp traded rapid blows—fist against fist—shockwaves exploding outward, ice shattering underfoot.
Luffy gaped. "That leopard guy is strong! Grandpa didn't one-punch him!"
Ace scoffed. "Not everyone gets one-punched, idiot. And the ship's owner still hasn't moved."
Makino clasped her hands. "Mr. Garp… he'll be okay, right?"
BAM!
Pedro's fist clipped Garp's face—
—but Garp's fist hit Pedro's face at the same time.
Garp didn't budge. Pedro staggered back two steps.
Pedro panted, eyes blazing. "Humans… your strength is insane."
Garp laughed. "You're not bad either. You're a leopard Mink—did you eat a leopard Devil Fruit too?"
"Yeah." Pedro tore away the remains of his shirt, muscles tightening. "Then I'll use my strongest move, old man!"
Garp ripped his own shirt off as well, revealing a battle-scarred body like carved stone—each scar a trophy of war.
"Come!"
"Six Powers—Secret Art: Leopard King Fist!"
Pedro's punch shot in.
Garp's eyes gleamed. "Life Return? Not bad!"
He met it with a fist—
BOOM!
Pedro lost the exchange. Not enough Haki. Not enough raw power.
Garp kept laughing, pressing him. "You're good! Want to join the Marines?"
Pedro grinned through pain. "Our captain just left the Marines!"
White Ghost watched, amused, accepting grapes Nami peeled for him.
Jango whistled. "Pedro might surpass me at this rate."
Wanda's eyes shone. "Swordmaster, Devil Fruit, and his hand-to-hand never fell off… and if that medicine works, day-time Sulong won't be a dream."
She was practically vibrating with hope.
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