Luo Chen looked around. Seeing that the reporters from the various news agencies were in position, he directly controlled the Guanyin statue to raise a fist and smash it down.
Vice Admiral Doberman and the middle-aged man in the black suit shot into the air to meet it.
Their fists were coated in pitch-black armament as they punched out with all their might.
A single punch from the Thousand-Armed Guanyin was blocked by their combined force, but it still developed many cracks.
Luo Chen did not use his ultimate move, Summit Enlightenment, but instead smashed down with another punch.
At this time, Saint Lorenzo on the ground was fleeing into the distance under the protection of the other agents.
He was in a wretched state, not even bothering with the chains that controlled his slaves.
The burly man and the one hundred and eight female slaves took advantage of the chaos to run away.
Luo Chen controlled the trees to give them a push.
At the same time, he also created large trees to block the escaping Saint Lorenzo and his agents.
With no innocent people nearby, Luo Chen completely let loose.
He sank his entire consciousness into the Guanyin statue beneath his feet.
The thousand arms behind the statue's head all began to tremble. Then, they clenched into fists and rained down, covering the sky.
The expressions of Vice Admiral Doberman and the tall, thin, middle-aged man in the black suit changed drastically.
They could handle a single arm.
But a thousand? They would surely die!
The two of them glanced back at the Celestial Dragon behind them. There was no escape. Now, they could only face it head-on.
They let out a roar, their entire bodies coated in Armament Haki, and charged toward the thousand giant hands like moths to a flame.
On the ground, a terrified Saint Lorenzo collapsed.
He could only look up at the pitch-black "sky" formed by the sea of massive fists.
Vice Admiral Doberman and the middle-aged man in the black suit withstood the bombardment of nearly a hundred fists.
But they soon began to be overwhelmed. Their bodies, suspended in mid-air, were blasted and gradually fell toward the ground.
After another two hundred punches, Doberman was the first to give out. She spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed into the earth.
The middle-aged man in the black suit cursed angrily upon seeing this. He held on alone for another three hundred punches. His arms and legs were already stained red with blood, and the bones within were covered in cracks.
He had also reached his limit.
Each punch from the Guanyin statue was equivalent to a full-power blow from an elite Vice Admiral.
For him to withstand more than three hundred punches alone was his absolute limit.
The tall, thin, middle-aged man in black soon followed in Doberman's footsteps and was blasted into the ground.
The remaining several hundred giant hands of the Guanyin statue were still crashing down.
Saint Lorenzo's face was ashen, like a dead man's.
Several Marine officers and over a dozen World Government agents roared, risking their lives as they unleashed their strongest attacks.
Their slashes, fist winds, sword-qi, and fruit abilities were like a dozen raindrops falling into the sea, disappearing without a trace.
The hundreds of giant fist shadows smashed down unstoppably, striking the group.
The entire port collapsed in an instant, falling into the sea.
The seawater churned violently, and waves carrying rubble were swept into the depths.
The earth-shattering roar vibrated the eardrums of the many reporters.
They watched, dumbfounded, as the giant Guanyin statue destroyed the port, and as the Celestial Dragon Saint Lorenzo, the Marines, and the World Government agents vanished along with it.
Flying in the sky, the World Economy News Paper reporter's hand holding the camera was trembling as if having a seizure.
He frantically pressed the shutter, completely disregarding the film cost, terrified of missing a single moment.
Luo Chen stood in the shallow water by the shore on his 700-meter Guanyin statue.
The statue extended three arms deep into the seawater and scooped up several figures.
One hand held the blood-soaked, heavily injured Vice Admiral Doberman and several other Marines.
Another held over a dozen dying World Government agents.
The last hand was pinching Saint Lorenzo, who was trembling like a sieve, snot and tears streaming from his face.
The statue first flicked its arm, tossing Doberman and the other Marines into the distance.
Although these Marines were his enemies, they ultimately played an important role in eliminating pirates and maintaining peace. If he killed them all, the civilians of Star Island and the surrounding waters would surely lose their protection and have to face the harassment of pirates.
Luo Chen had only intended to simply destroy the Marine base in the first place, not to massacre the Marines. Since he had run into a Celestial Dragon, there was no need for the Marines.
The other Guanyin hand, holding the World Government agents, slowly clenched.
In an instant, the screams of over a dozen agents were heard.
By the time the hand opened again, the agents had been crushed into lumps of meat, no longer recognizable as human.
Saint Lorenzo, his head pinched between two of the Guanyin's fingers, his voice trembling madly, begged for mercy.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, I'm begging you..."
Luo Chen shook his head. "Running into me was your bad luck."
With a thought, Lorenzo's head was directly crushed. Red and white matter splattered into the sea.
Not far away, countless camera flashes went off at this moment.
Luo Chen looked at the many reporters. Seeing the fear on their faces, he threatened coldly, "Report this tomorrow. Otherwise, I will hunt you all down across the seas and kill you."
The reporters were stunned, not expecting this kind of demand. They all nodded like chickens pecking at rice, promising to do so.
They had intended to do so anyway. This was the death of a Celestial Dragon!
World-shaking news big enough to stun the entire sea!
Luo Chen wasted no more words. He controlled the statue's hand to reach for the thirteen warships.
The giant hand of the Guanyin statue, as if breaking ears of corn, easily crushed the warships one by one.
Countless gold and silver treasures fell into the sea.
Luo Chen created a wooden net to catch all the treasure.
The mountain of gold, gems, and Berry bills made everyone's heart pound.
How much wealth was this?!
At this moment, whether it was Luo Chen, the observing Robin in the distance, or the many reporters, they all understood that these thirteen warships must have been escorting the Heavenly Tribute.
Luo Chen packed all the treasure into the wooden net.
He raised his hand and pointed, and a giant wooden dragon appeared. He leaped onto its back.
"Let's go, Robin."
Luo Chen steered the Wood Dragon to pick up Robin and flew off into the sky.
The Wood Dragon was dark green, a hundred meters long. A man and a woman stood on its back. Its left claw held a headless corpse in a spacesuit. Its right claw held a mountain-like wooden net of treasure.
The reporters captured this final scene, their faces flushed with excitement, their bodies covered in sweat.
They exchanged a look and then ran for their lives.
They were all preparing to be the first to send the news back to their agencies and publish it.
The first agency to publish it would be the one to break the news, the one to be remembered by the world.
If you were late, who would know who you were?
...
Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
Aokiji, travel-worn, returned alone, carrying a frozen wooden coffin on his shoulder.
At the shore, a Marine was waiting. He saluted respectfully.
"Admiral Aokiji, Fleet Admiral Sengoku ordered me to wait for you here."
"The World Government agent sent by the Five Elders has arrived and is prepared to lock down the space to capture Luo Chen."
Aokiji nodded. As he walked toward the base, he complained, "I don't know why Mr. Sengoku is in such a hurry. I had to rush back from the sea all by myself."
After the person from the World Government had arrived, Sengoku had called him and told him to bring Luo Chen back as soon as possible.
Aokiji had no choice but to abandon the warship and travel on the ice using his fruit ability.
That was how he had made it back to Marineford in a single day.
Hearing this, the Marine soldier could only give a sheepish smile, not daring to say much.
The Fleet Admiral, an Admiral... he wouldn't dare to criticize them even if he had ten times the courage.
Arriving at a sandy training ground at Headquarters, Aokiji saw Sengoku waiting for him.
As always, Sengoku wore a Marine uniform and a "Justice" coat.
Beside him stood Vice Admiral Tsuru and Garp.
Sengoku, Garp, and Tsuru were the legendary figures of the previous generation of Marines. The three had always had a good relationship.
But today, Vice Admiral Tsuru's face was cold, and she was keeping a certain distance from the Fleet Admiral, which puzzled Aokiji.
He placed the coffin containing Luo Chen on the sand and said with a smile, "Mr. Sengoku, Luo Chen is inside."
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