With a sharp low shout from Itachi!
A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his right eye.
At the exact same instant.
Black flames ignited out of thin air all over Garp's body like the tentacles of a demon, rapidly spreading across him.
Startled, Garp shuddered violently from head to toe just like Zhao Benshan.
He let out a loud shout, hurriedly beating at the black flames covering his body!
His floral shirt and flip-flops were instantly burned to ashes.
"Hey, hey, hey! What on earth is this? Why is it so hot?" Garp kept slapping his entire body with both hands.
Yet he noticed that these flames did not emit light like ordinary fire; instead, they were a bizarre black, pitch-black as ink, swallowing all light.
The most terrifying thing was that this black flame did not rely on the oxygen in the air; it seemed to originate from some independent power, capable of silently burning and devouring everything.
Once touched, it would cling like a shadow, burning forever.
"Until the target is completely burned to ashes, no power in this world can extinguish this black flame. Whoever you may be, to show disrespect to His Majesty—this is your fate." Itachi maintained his Mangekyou Sharingan state, his attitude cold and aloof.
The Kingdom Army soldiers and nobles gathered within the surrounding buildings were utterly shocked to see the hero Garp being tormented to this extent!
Even the dignified Marine hero Garp was so feeble before the power of the Sypher Kingdom!
It seemed the Goa Kingdom was doomed to fall.
At that moment.
Garp had been pushed to the limits of agony by the scorching high temperature of Amaterasu's black flames, and his anger meter skyrocketed. Physical pressure surged and flickered around him in the form of purple-black lightning arcs!
Seeing this, Lynn furrowed his brow.
This is Conqueror's Haki!
The very instant Lynn realized what it was.
Garp let out an angry roar!
With a heaven-shaking explosion, the surrounding air instantly froze, as if the entire world was suppressed by this Haki.
Conqueror's Haki spread at an astonishing speed, and purple-black lightning arcs swept across the entire area in a flash, filling the air with an intense sense of oppression and terrifying tremors.
"Boom—!"
In an instant, a terrifying shockwave erupted from around Garp's body, overwhelming everything.
The Kingdom Army soldiers and nobles inside the surrounding buildings didn't even last a second of resistance; they all collapsed and lost consciousness under the impact of this Haki.
The windows of the buildings shattered in succession, the dust in the air was blown wildly in all directions, and the stone slabs on the ground nearby cracked from the powerful aura.
However, the moment he sensed it coming, Uchiha Shisui swiftly pulled out a Substitution Talisman and attached it to Lynn. At the same time, he activated Body Flicker Technique, rapidly taking Lynn away from the range of the Haki impact.
Poof!
Lynn vanished from the spot, leaving behind a wooden log.
Before Lynn even had time to react, he was already standing safely several hundred meters away from the point of explosion.
Lynn steadied his footing.
He found himself at the top of a clock tower overlooking High Town.
In every corner of the clock tower, many of Shisui's shadow clones were hidden.
Lynn was extremely satisfied with Shisui's caution.
"Your Majesty! The energy that person just unleashed was immensely powerful and peculiar! Not only did it shatter Itachi's Amaterasu, but it also seemed to deal a heavy shock to the Patriarch and the others. The citizens within a radius of several hundred meters have all passed out!"
Shisui said in a deep voice, the shock in his tone impossible to conceal.
A pair of Sharingan swept over every slight movement in the distance like a hawk's eyes.
"That is Conqueror's Haki. It relies on one's own willpower to awe those with weak wills, causing them to lose consciousness. It's a combat talent possessed only by the absolute top powerhouses in this world—one in a million get it," Lynn calmly explained to Shisui.
At the same time, he was secretly analyzing the situation in his heart.
Garp's Conqueror's Haki was indeed shockingly strong, but every single member of the Uchiha Clan was at the Jonin level and had awakened the Sharingan. In terms of sheer willpower, they were quite formidable even in the world of pirates. And Haki intimidation had little effect on those with a firm will... Although I'd love to see how the elite of the Uchiha Clan match up against Garp and who would win, there's no need to make a move against the upper echelons of the Marines just yet.
It wasn't that he didn't dare to touch Garp.
It was just that once he did, the connections and influence behind Garp were things he couldn't afford to provoke right now.
For instance, the Revolutionary Army leader's son, his close friend the Fleet Admiral, Vice Admiral Tsuru, and his fanboy Admiral Aokiji, among many other middle and high-ranking Marines.
A few seconds later.
The Haki dissipated, and all of High Town fell eerie quiet.
Covered in soot and stark naked, Garp panted heavily, glaring angrily at the one hundred and seven people before him.
At this moment, everyone led by Uchiha Fugaku wore looks of shock and lingering fear, cold sweat of varying degrees beading on their foreheads.
"You lot actually managed to withstand my Haki, and that young brat has such formidable tricks up his sleeve. To push me to this degree—you're no pushovers. I've never heard any intelligence about you guys on the open seas. Hahahaha!"
With that, Garp burst out laughing.
Fugaku and the others were completely baffled by this moody old man.
He was just angry a moment ago, so why is he laughing again?
"Everyone ready, form up!" Fugaku commanded in a deep voice.
In an instant.
Garp was surrounded tightly layer upon layer by over a hundred people.
As for Garp.
He actually tilted his head back, closed his eyes, stood right where he was, and began to snore loudly.
The Uchiha group was dumbfounded.
Is this crazy old man out of his mind?
Or is he just that confident in his own strength?
He's actually sleeping right on the spot!
Before long.
Shisui brought Lynn before Garp.
"Your Majesty! This man is unhinged, don't get too close," Fugaku warned with concern.
Lynn shook his head to indicate there was no danger.
"He already knows you aren't pirates, so he won't make a move against you. Fall back, all of you," Lynn said calmly.
At that moment.
Garp woke up from his sweet dream.
He opened his eyes and saw Lynn standing right in front of him.
"I never expected the East Blue to produce a young king like you. To be honest, this crew of subordinates you have shouldn't be underestimated, even if placed in the second half of the Grand Line."
This time, Garp's attitude toward Lynn was much better.
"Garp, you are a Marine, and your core duty is to capture pirates. You should have no right to interfere in a war between nations. Go back. The Goa Kingdom voluntarily renounced its status as a World Government affiliate and merged into my Sypher Kingdom. Tomorrow morning's newspapers will let the whole world know, including those five old men in the World Government," Lynn said firmly and politely, his words carrying the dignity of a young monarch.
Hearing this, Garp nodded.
Inwardly, he was surprised that this young brat was so extraordinary—he had the exact same temperament as his own foolish son.
"I heard those nobles say earlier that you intend to abolish the noble system?" Garp asked in a deep voice.
"Yes. This king is going to build a nation where everyone is equal—no nobles, no class distinctions, no one starving, where everyone has easy work and lives a happy life." Lynn spread his arms, striking the pose of a Son of Heaven inheriting the will of the universe.
Hearing this, Garp roared with laughter.
Then he turned, ripped a piece of fabric off the body of a knocked-out noble lord to cover his own body, stopped laughing, and said in a deep voice:
"Young people, endless waves of young people. Your ideology is dangerous. Watch your step; even with such a capable group of subordinates under your command, you'd better learn to keep a low profile. Otherwise, next time, it won't be me who comes."
With those words.
Garp turned and walked away.
He hadn't walked very far.
Not far down the street, a small group of people varying in build—some tall, some short, some fat, some thin—was walking straight toward them.
Leading them was a lean man wearing a straw hat, a black cloak, and straw sandals.