'Wha...'
'He didn't even use 20%?'
The Five Elders were so frightened their teeth began to chatter.
Of course, they didn't know what the [Chainsaw Man Form] that the Four Gay Bros mentioned meant.
But upon closer observation, one could see that although every one of Imu's attacks seemed to push Makoto into a corner, each time they were just barely missing the final blow.
After fighting until now, Makoto didn't have a single scratch on him.
The Marine side also sensed something was wrong.
Garp's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.
He felt that the outcome of this battle would not go as they wished.
Imu himself was starting to get anxious.
Although he wasn't very smart, he wasn't a complete idiot either.
He could still tell whether his opponent was being serious.
Growing more impatient, Imu decided to go for something heavy.
In his Zoan form, Imu opened his gigantic mouth.
The two huge fangs, just like Feng Xi's, were wrapped in dark red Conqueror's Haki.
Conqueror's Haki Infusion.
Imu pointed his fangs downward, lowered his head.
The next instant, like a meteor, he dove down from the high altitude.
His fangs aimed straight for Makoto's heart.
Makoto raised the chainsaw on his right arm, holding it horizontally across his chest.
Clang!!!
The fangs collided with the chainsaw.
The loud noise exploded in the night sky, and the shockwave spread outward, blowing away the surrounding rubble and corpses.
Crack.
The chainsaw shattered.
The chainsaw on Makoto's right arm shattered into countless pieces under Imu's full-powered strike.
The fangs pierced through the chainsaw.
Pierced through Makoto's arm and body.
From his chest through to his back.
Blood gushed from the wound, painting a crimson arc in the night sky.
"Yes!!!"
Among the Five Elders, someone was the first to shout.
The survivors of the God's Knights also joined the cheering.
"Imu-sama!"
"Long live Imu-sama!"
"We won!"
"We won!"
They were so excited they wept with joy, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.
Damn, for a moment, it was hard to tell who the villains were.
Even Imu, in his Zoan form, couldn't help but show an excited expression.
'Did I... win?'
"Having fun?"
A voice came from where the fang had pierced through.
Everyone's expressions froze.
The Five Elders' cheers abruptly stopped.
The survivors of the God's Knights opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out.
Everyone stared intently at the center of the battlefield.
Although the chainsaw on Makoto's right hand was broken, the five fingers revealed at the broken end were firmly pinching Imu's fang.
That massive fang, wrapped in Conqueror's Haki, which had pierced his body—
Could not move an inch.
Imu tried to pull his fang back.
It wouldn't budge.
He tried to push it down, to nail Makoto completely to the ground.
He couldn't push it down.
Those five fingers were like iron pliers, firmly locking onto his fang.
And what made everyone even more terrified was—
A chainsaw had also grown from Makoto's right leg.
This chainsaw protruded from his knee, its blade spinning rapidly, emitting a piercing whine.
It was pointed directly at the chin of Imu in his Zoan form.
Imu's pupils contracted sharply.
The next instant,
Makoto's right leg suddenly lifted.
A high kick.
Swoosh—
Imu's body was split in two, starting from the top of his head.
All the way down.
Until the entire Imu, in his Zoan form, was cut in half right down the middle.
The cut was clean. Blood gushed from the cross-sections of the two halves, forming a bloody fountain in the night sky.
The two halves of his body fell to the left and right, crashing heavily to the ground.
Boom!!!
The ground was gouged out into two massive craters, smoke and dust filling the air.
The Five Elders, the God's Knights, the Marine, Morgans… everyone was completely dumbfounded.
Their brains completely stopped working at that moment.
Everyone realized it now—
Makoto hadn't dodged earlier on purpose.
He had deliberately let Imu shatter his chainsaw so he could grab him with his hands.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Imu, split in two, lay in two different craters.
His body had reverted from its Zoan form back to his initial human form.
He wasn't dead yet.
On the cross-sections of his two halves, new fleshy buds began to grow, trying to reconnect.
The same type of immortal ability as the God's Knights… as long as the heart wasn't destroyed, he could keep regenerating.
The two halves of his body were slowly drawing together, attempting to merge back into one.
But even so, the exposed eye on Imu's right half-face was still filled with terror.
Makoto descended from mid-air.
The wound that had been pierced by the fang had already healed completely.
The moment he landed, he happened to sit down on the chair that Yu had brought out earlier, crossing his legs again.
The scene was completely silent.
Now no one dared to doubt the Four Gay Bros' earlier claim that Makoto had used less than 20% of his power.
"It's over~?" Makoto spoke.
A few seconds later.
Imu's two halves finally closed together. The exposed eye on his left half-face was full of fear.
"M... Mu lost..."
"Can... can we have a truce?"
The moment these words hit the ground, the entire square fell into dead silence.
The expressions of the Five Elders froze.
The survivors of the God's Knights looked as if they'd been struck by lightning.
Their god, the being who had ruled this world for eight hundred years, the omnipotent existence in their hearts—
Was begging for mercy.
Was begging for mercy from an ant from the lower realm.
The Marine, led by Garp, was also too shocked by this scene to speak.
But Garp felt something was wrong, 'Could it be that a being who had ruled this world for eight hundred years only had this much ability?'
Although the strength Makoto had just displayed was indeed terrifying-
It wasn't yet beyond imagination.
A monster that had ruled this world for eight hundred years had no backup plan whatsoever?
Makoto lazily stared at Imu's counterfeit Rinnegan.
His stare made Imu feel guilty.
"It seems your trump card has some limitations." Makoto said.
Imu's pupils trembled slightly.
Although his expression quickly returned to that 'I don't know what you're talking about' look, that momentary tremble was still caught by Makoto.
To be honest, when Makoto read the manga in his previous life, he already thought this guy Imu was extremely lame.
Whenever he appeared, he was either sweating, spitting blood, or, like he was sexually repressed, shouting incessantly in his room, wanting Vivi, wanting Vivi.
But lame as he was, Makoto felt that this guy's abilities shouldn't be just this little.
After all, this guy could control Rocks at the God Valley Incident... his strength should at least be above Rocks's.
Yet just now, aside from transforming into his Zoan form, Imu hadn't displayed any other abilities.
He probably still had some trump card, but there might be some limitation preventing him from using it now.
Or perhaps he felt that using it now wouldn't guarantee victory over Makoto, so he wanted to endure and wait like the usual pretending to be weak protagonist?