"Voom—"
Amid the ruined rubble, the barbaric sword was smoothly sheathed.
"You three… not bad at all!"
El's expression was calm, as though he had dohing more than some trivial errand.
Folding his arms, he looked down ohree before him—each drenched in cold sweat and in a sorry state—and said, "I'll grant you a bit of aowledgment… By the looks of it, in a few more years, you three might just be the stro lineup of Admirals the Navy has ever had!"
"I hear you three like getting together for some 'senbei (rice crackers)' when you spar?"
At that, a whim came over El.
Fixing Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr with his gaze, he smiled as he spoke:
"In that case, today I, Kukulkahe World's Stro Creature'—shall bestow upon you the title of 'The Three Senbei Nin… oh wait, let's say The Three Sears of the Admiralty!'"
"I'm looking forward to what you three will aplish iure—don't let me down too much, all right?"
If nothing goes amiss, then that fellow Steel Bone Kong will likely be promoted to the new Fleet Admiral. (He's still not? Shit?)
As for Bck Bear and Iron Bohey're both getting up in years and will likely step down soon—or retire altogether.
Sengoku the Buddha, Garp the Fist, Zephyr the Bck Arm…
Two of them wield queror's Haki and even know how to i properly.
The other excels in Armament Haki and even wields the Ice-Ice Fruit, a Logia power.
One could easily imagihat, after they fully develop, they might form the stro Admiral trio in Marine history—assuming, of course, that the stubborn, free-spirited Garp is even willing to bee an Admiral.
"The Three Sears?"
"You bastard, don't get cocky!"
"Damn you! We don't need your approval!"
When they heard Fallen Angel El's words,
Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr's faces all turned dark.
They gheir teeth and gred at him in anger.
After all, El wasn't even older than they were—yet here he was, funting his power, handing them some shree Sears" title?
It was a life-long humiliation, an ht mockery of their weakness.
Absolutely intolerable.
"Hahahaha…"
"Well, remember the shame and powerlessness you feel at this moment—train hard, and maybe ime, you'll lose a bit more 'heroically!'"
El ughed aloud, spread his wings, and flew toward Thor and Dahl, who watched with excitement and admiration.
"That's enough for today. ime, make sure I get a real thrill out of it!"
He was brimming with fidence—or rather, overwhelming arrogance.
In terms of effort, he never scked off more than they did.
In terms of talent, as a "natural-born monster," he was streets ahead.
No matter how much Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr might train themselves to the bone in respoo this humiliation, their potential would always have a limit—while El's was anything but limited.
He wouldn't stand still and wait for them, either.
"Ohoho…"
He had no iion of lingering.
Taking his two sons with him, he flew off into the distance.
As farp, Sengoku, and Zephyr—who had remained on high alert all this time—despite their frustratie, and bitterness, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief once he left.
They each rose slowly from the rubble, backs drenched in cold sweat.
"Screee—!"
A few mier, a giant thunderbird swooped in.
Oer another, imposing figures leaped down—the elite warriors of the Holy Knights.
Among them was her than Saint Mars, a member of the Five Elders.
Seeing that the G-1 Fortress had been reduced to rubble, and Sengoku's trio standing there alohey couldn't help but narrow their eyes.
What shocked them further was the sight of the warships: tless Marines y stretched out on deck, still alive, but clearly knocked unscious.
"Sengoku… what happened here?"
Approag Sengoku and the others, Saint Mars asked directly,
"Where is that Fallen Angel El?"
"Saint Mars-sama," Sengoku replied after taking a deep breath, hiding nothing, "Fallen Angel El unched orike—Hakoku—and then he left…"
"You're telling me all of this was caused by a sirike from him?"
Upon hearing that, they all looked at the fortress leveled around them.
Saint Dennis and the other Holy Knight elites gasped in disbelief.
"That's right," Garp said, wiping the blood from the er of his mouth.
"With orike, that monster overpowered the three of us put together."
Even in front of the highest authorities of the Wover and the elite Holy Knights, Garp showed no hint of nervousness or subservience.
Pointing to the ruins and the warships offshore, he said quietly,
"As you see, even the Marines who'd boarded the ships were knocked out cold by his Haki… including the Vice Admirals."
"Hiss—!"
At Garp's words, not only Saint Dennis and the others, but Saint Mars himself—one of the Five Elders—couldn't hide a drastic ge of expression.
Even after all these years, Fallen Angel El had grown to such a terrifying degree?
"Oh, and Saint Mars-sama," Sengoku said gravely, face grim and fists ched, "that bastard's Mythical Zoan ability has fully awakened. He'll be even harder to deal with than before."
"That bastard… his ability has awakened?"
Saint Mars's pupils tracted; he wasirely surprised, though.
sidering the absurd power El had shown, it would have been stranger if he hadn't awake.
"Seems the Fallen Angel Pirates don't io wage all-out war on the Wover yet," Zephyr broke in abruptly.
"Most likely, he just wao warn us to stand down."
"Warn us? Who does he think he is?"
"He dares to threaten the Wover?"
"That Fallen Angel El bastard—does he really think he's invincible?"
"Damned fool…"
Saint Dennis and the others bristled with rage, murder gleaming in their eyes.
The Wover, ruler of these seas for turies, threatened by a mere Lunarian survivor?
This o didn't belong to Kukulkan El alone.
Yet—seeing the isnd reduced to a ft expanse,
and the numerous Marines (including several Vice Admirals) all lying unscious…
"Kukulkan El…"
Saint Mars, the Five Elder who oversaw enviroal affairs, unsciously tightened his fists.
His gaze was ced with apprehension, and he fell briefly silent.
He had to admit, the power that monster had just revealed was terrifying.
With his Devil Fruit ability awakened, he would be even more formidable.
Bleam
