Jack, in a daze, suddenly had the image of that man flash through his mind: hands in pockets, standing at the bow of the ship, defying the sea breeze, black hair fluttering, gazing into the distance with eyes as deep as the sea, and often a relaxed smile at the corner of his mouth.
It seemed like there was nothing he couldn't do, nothing he couldn't defeat!
Even if his opponent were gods!
Perhaps it was precisely because there was always such a man standing behind him.
This nameless pauper, dared to charge fearlessly against the Four Emperors, the Grand Admirals, and even the highest authority of the World Government before him...
"Boss."
His lips moved as blood continuously dripped from the corner of his mouth, his body no longer obeying him, but his right hand stubbornly reaching toward the sky.
His vision got hazier, yet the thought became clearer.
I can't fall down yet...
At least, at least let that old geezer pay some price!
"It's already over, you insignificant ants."
Saint Garling coldly stared down at him, his opponent's defense completely shattered, leaving no means of resistance.
So in his hand, several Moon Spears gathered once more, ready to utterly end this farce.
However, at that very moment—
Thump!
A heartbeat like a drum suddenly exploded within Jack's chest!
"Hmm?!"
Saint Garling raised an eyebrow.
The next moment!
Jack's supposedly shattered body erupted with an unprecedented aura like a volcano, scarlet waves of Qi erupted from him like an explosion, dispersing the moonlight covering the entire island in an instant!
Supreme King... Haki?!
"Impossible!"
Far off, Shamrock exclaimed in shock, while Shanks, who was already powerless, managed to lift his head, his eyes flashing with disbelief.
The brute he deemed a fool was actually awakened to Supreme King in such desperate circumstances...
"Cough... Ha, hahaha..."
Perhaps it was a last blaze of glory, Jack staggered yet stood, his entire body from inside to out screamed with piercing pain.
But his laughter grew increasingly wild and unrestrained.
"So this is the 'talent' the boss spoke of, huh? Really feels good."
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes overtaken by scarlet, fists clenched tightly, "Too bad I'm almost dead, otherwise the boss would definitely heap praise on me."
But finally, his earlier wish could be fulfilled!
"Old geezer—"
Jack stepped with Moonwalk, shooting skyward like a cannonball, his roar echoing through the sky:
"Remember this punch well, it's a gift from me before I die!!!"
Boom!!!
Saint Garling realized too late, chuckled coldly, used his hand to habitually summon moonlight to suppress this fellow.
Yet Jack's burning Supreme King unexpectedly carried him, breaking through the barrier for the first time!
Saint Garling sensed something amiss and felt the enormous fist like a sandbag smash into his face.
Crack!
In the sound of bones fracturing, this Five Elder's body was shaken for the first time, sent flying, crashing heavily into the distant rock wall!
Rubble rolled and fell.
"Hahaha!"
Jack laughed wildly, "How's that, feel strong?"
"Lord Garling..."
Several members of the Divine Knight Order were stunned, shivering as they watched Saint Garling slowly stand from the rock wall.
Although this punch did not cause substantial harm.
Yet that face, intimidating and regal, now had a visible, dirty fist imprint, with blood even seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"..."
Saint Garling also sensed it, he dazedly reached up to touch his own face.
Then closed his eyes, took a deep breath.
He desperately wanted to suppress this fury, tried briefly but ultimately couldn't...
How outrageous! How bold!
"How dare such a lowly pirate act so insolently!"
Saint Garling suddenly opened his eyes, spoke in a chilling voice:
"Since that's the case, let's make sure you die without a trace!"
Saint Garling clasped his hands together, the blood-red moon behind him swelling several times over, its terrifying pressure descended from the heavens, enveloping the entire island.
Shanks' pupils shrank—this old man was now furious to the extreme, aiming to indiscriminately obliterate everything in the area!
"This is bad..."
He gritted his teeth wanting to rise, yet couldn't move a finger.
And afar, Jack's head hung down, enduring purely through will, but apparently devoid of any strength to resist.
Just then.
"Enough."
A cold voice suddenly resonated in everyone's ears.
Boom!
Nearly simultaneously, a terrifying Supreme King browsing over the island that surpassed Jack's by tens or hundreds of times suddenly swept forth!
Crash!
An exceptionally dazzling black-red lightning bolt followed immediately, cleaving across miles of sky, shattering the enormous blood-red moon with a thunderous roar!
And the Supreme King belonging to Saint Garling entwining upon it met its nemesis, retreating like a tide!
Momentarily losing control of Supreme King?
How could this be?!
Garling was shocked, then seeming to recall something, his actions paused abruptly, looking up in disbelief.
He saw in the night sky, at some unknown time, a slender figure appeared.
The person rode on clouds, as if descending from the Celestial Realm, a black cloak rippling in the night wind, landing on the ground and stepping towards Saint Garling, revealing an expressionless, handsome face.
And the clouds beneath his feet unknowingly transformed into wisps of white Qi, gathering behind him like a sword.