Chapter 77: The Fist That Splits Storms
The giant red hand grabbed the massive shell like a bowling ball and suddenly dragged it down to the bottom of the sea. A deep vibration echoed from the seabed shortly after.
"What is that?"
On the warship, several Navy soldiers were left stunned.
"It looks like... an arm?"
"Could it be a giant?"
"I'm not sure..."
But before they could come to a conclusion, a roar erupted from below, and a colossal figure burst out from the depths of the sea. With furious eyes locked on the warship, it let out a deafening roar, unleashing a violent gust that rocked the vessel with sheer force.
"Is that... Oars?" Garp was momentarily stunned, but he quickly shook his head. "No, Oars is already dead. Could it be a descendant of Oars? Wait... that tail..."
His gaze locked onto the giant creature's tail, and surprise flashed in his eyes again.
"Could it be a hybrid? A descendant of Oars and a Sea King?"
After considering the size, Garp felt the possibility was high. After all, only a Sea King could match Oars in sheer scale.