An overwhelming pressure—like Mount Tai crashing down—swept across the entire plaza.
Everyone caught within it felt suffocated.
It was as if invisible hands were gripping their throats, choking the air out of them.
Looking around, even veteran Marine officers like Gion dared not move a muscle, let alone ordinary soldiers.
So this... was the wrath of someone forced to work overtime?
At such a critical moment, the only thing anyone could do was shift their eyes—urgently turning toward Chaton, still in his towering gorilla form.
They all understood clearly: unless someone moved first, this suffocating standoff would remain unbreakable.
And yet, standing locked in that terrifying aura, Chaton's earlier absurd thought had begun to grow wildly in his heart.
If he had the choice right now... he desperately wished someone—anyone—would step out and stop him.
Just a tug on his sleeve, a word of caution, and he'd retreat immediately.
But facing this mountain-crushing pressure, even he didn't dare make a move.
And the others? Even less so.
"Hahaha! Chaton, I always knew you had a problem with this kid becoming an admiral," came a hearty laugh from above.
"I just didn't expect you'd actually force him to work overtime on his day off. The last time I did that, I paid a steep price!"
From atop the massive Gates of Justice, a figure leapt down.
It was Garp.
He landed hundreds of meters away in a thunderous stomp, the air rippling around him.
As he stepped onto the field, his eyes scanned the plaza—sensing the bloodlust hidden in the void, suffocating and primal.
A flash of surprise flickered deep in his eyes.
Back when Luo Yu was still serving on his ship, they had sparred many times.
Garp was intimately familiar with his physical combat prowess.
But now? The things Luo Yu had displayed recently—the bizarre techniques, the monstrous leaps in strength—left even Garp unable to read him clearly anymore.
His instincts told him: given enough time, this once frail youth could grow into something utterly monstrous.
And oddly enough… Garp felt relief.
He was grateful that he'd insisted on taking Luo Yu aboard his ship all those months ago and escorting him to Marineford.
Just recently, he'd even argued with Sengoku to defend Luo Yu during that Celestial Dragon incident.
Had he not done so?
Facing Luo Yu now—this rapidly evolving monster—Garp couldn't help but feel a faint sense of crisis.
"Vice Admiral Garp, thank goodness you're here! Please stop Vice Admiral Chaton—he can't fight now!" Tashigi pleaded urgently.
The nerves of everyone present were once again jolted.
That immense, crushing pressure that had filled the plaza finally eased slightly.
Chaton, still locked in the suffocating aura, turned toward Garp with burning hope in his eyes.
Right now, more than anything, he wanted Garp to step in and stop him.
Just a single word—just a flick of the hand—and he'd fall back immediately.
This aura...
It was telling him clearly: Luo Yu was the real beast.
"Hahaha! Tashigi, what are you talking about?" Garp chuckled as he reached into his sleeve and stuffed a senbei into his mouth.
"Mmmph... Chaton already forced Luo Yu into working overtime—what's there to stop?"
"But don't worry. I'm here. Nothing will get too out of hand."
He turned, eyes falling directly on Chaton.
"Chaton, if you're not going to act, then how much longer do you want me to wait?"
Even Garp hadn't expected the scale of Luo Yu's wrathful avatar.
But he was curious.
Curious to see, through Chaton, just how deep Luo Yu's current strength truly ran.
Chaton was flabbergasted.
He stared at Garp, who was speaking with complete sincerity.
This... was completely off script.
All he wanted was someone to give him a reason to back off!
Now Garp had not only refused to stop him—he was actively encouraging the fight.
Was this... pushing the lamb onto the butcher's block?
It wasn't supposed to happen like this!
With the atmosphere shifting, and Garp's reassurance hanging in the air, the pressure that had momentarily softened... now returned in full force.
Chaton felt like he was on a roasting spit.
There was no way out.
He couldn't retreat now.
All he could do... was grit his teeth and strike.
Break this pressure.
And maybe—just maybe—someone else would jump in to stop him.
His mind swirled with chaos.
Chaton, still in his golden gorilla form, suddenly lifted his head and roared toward Luo Yu.
ROAR!!!
Like thunder crashing across the sea, the roar shattered the suffocating silence that blanketed the plaza.
Nerves tensed again.
Muscles bulged.
Chaton prepared to launch his full-force strike—
But just then, Luo Yu opened his eyes.
His pupils, drenched in a cold crimson light, radiated indifference.
Behind him, the towering Wrathful Vajra Avalokiteshvara—over ten meters tall—stirred.
In that moment, the thousands of fists hidden within the void suddenly materialized.
A sky of crimson fists roared into reality, forming an overwhelming sea of destruction.
They surged toward Chaton like a tidal wave of thunder and blood.
The sound was like the howling of a divine storm.
The entire fortress trembled.
Watching the massive wall of fists grow larger in his vision, Chaton could only think of one word:
"F*—"**
If he'd known it would come to this…
He would've backed down, even if no one had stopped him.
Even Garp's pupils shrank sharply.
He had sensed the killing intent lingering in the air earlier...
But he hadn't expected this.
Luo Yu's strike wasn't just fierce—it was devastating, earth-shattering.
As the tidal wave of fists descended, Garp shouted in alarm:
"Chaton! Did you force him to work overtime without filing an application?! You're literally gambling with your life!"
"Luo Yu! Show mercy! I'll fill out the application forms for him later!!"
His voice roared through the entire plaza.
But it was already too late.
Jet-black Armament Haki surged across Chaton's massive body—
—and then the fists landed.
BOOM!!!
A thousand fists crashed down.
The ground exploded.
The entire plaza was shattered into rubble.
Ten thousand fists followed, one after another.
Chaton, still in his massive gorilla form, was blasted backward like a cannonball.
The resulting shockwave tore through the area like a Category 12 hurricane.
The speed and force of his flight carved a massive trench through the plaza.
A thunderous bang followed.
Chaton's body slammed into the colossal Gates of Justice.
The gate—hundreds of meters tall and built to withstand invasions—cracked and exploded.
The tightly shut doors burst open under the force.
The shockwave, like a tsunami sweeping over the sea, surged through the plaza and beyond.
As it struck, everyone barely managed to stay upright—faces twisted in utter disbelief.
They stared at the scene as if seeing a ghost.
They were used to being forced to work overtime.
But being beaten to death for forcing someone else to work overtime?
This was a first.