After Today, Marine And World Government Will Be Cut Off!

Looking at the bewildered crowd, Finn chuckled. "They're not battle puppets, just a few of them lost their minds and ended up like that."

He gestured toward Lu Bu and Heracles. "These two are the closest to what you'd call battle puppets."

"As for the rest of them, it's normal. But if you want to talk behind their backs, be my guest," Finn said, shrugging with a smirk.

"Wait, Finn," Crane Vice Admiral spoke up, her voice laced with doubt. "Are you saying that they all have the same strength as Lu Bu?"

It wasn't that she didn't want to believe Finn, but it was hard to accept that ten Admiral-level beings had appeared all at once. How could anyone believe that?

Was she supposed to take it seriously?

In truth, not all of the ten heroic spirits summoned had full Admiral-level power. However, the weakest among them was at least the level of an Admiral candidate or a strong Vice Admiral.

But Finn had bigger plans. As he summoned more diverse types of heroic spirits, eventually, he'd be able to gather ten beings at true Admiral-level strength. And when the time came to confront the World Government, he'd be able to summon them directly—figures like My King, Heizhen, Black Dog, and others.

Understanding her skepticism, Finn turned to Westwalker. "Westwalker, it's your turn."

He then looked at Kizaru. "Uncle Kizaru, are you here to test their power?"

Kizaru smiled, though inwardly he was a little annoyed. It was Crane Vice Admiral who had doubts, yet Finn was asking him to test it. "Am I your personal guinea pig?" he thought, but in response, he waved his hand dismissively. "No, no, Master Finn, I believe in you."

Still, when Sengoku's command reached his ears, Kizaru had no choice but to fight. "Porusalino, just give it a try!"

Kizaru reluctantly drew his golden lightsaber. "Amazon Cloud Sword!"

Westwalker met the attack with his Zen staff while chanting scriptures rapidly.

"Prajna Mommy coaxes, Anmo Lilicha..." The speed of his recitation was impressive. Each word seemed to enter Kizaru's ears, overwhelming him with its force, like a thousand mosquitoes buzzing around his head.

His mind felt like it was about to explode.

"What kind of monsters has Master Finn summoned?" Kizaru thought. He remembered how Sakazuki's red eyes had looked earlier—he wasn't doing much better.

Kizaru quickly relied on his speed to adapt, engaging in a guerrilla-style battle with Westwalker. But then Westwalker suddenly stopped, his hands forming a gesture in front of his chest, a serene smile on his face.

"You'll experience the Buddha's blessing."

"Five Elements Mountain Sakyamuni Tathagata Palm!" Westwalker thrust forward with his Zen staff.

The sky darkened immediately.

"What's going on?"

"Look at the sky!" someone shouted in awe.

"Is that... a mountain?"

A towering, five-finger-shaped mountain began to descend toward Kizaru's head.

"Rumbling!"

Kizaru's relaxed expression faltered, but he quickly reacted. "Lucky I have the power of the Glint-Glint Fruit, or this would be trouble."

With palms aligned, he shot a beam of light from his hands. "Eight Foot Mirror!"

The light shot out, and Kizaru teleported along its path, escaping the mountain's range.

"That should do it."

He relaxed, brushing his clothes, but then noticed something strange. Despite having teleported away, he was still beneath the shadow of the mountain.

Looking up, his eyes widened. "What the...?"

The mountain grew even larger, and before he could react, it came crashing down on him!

Kizaru could hardly believe it. "Can this mountain grow larger in an instant?"

"Indeed," Vice Admiral Crane said, eyes wide in astonishment. "That's the Five Elements Mountain."

Sengoku, still watching the battle, explained, "The Five Elements Mountain is a Buddhist ability. It can grow or shrink at will, and once it's cast, it suppresses everything. You can't escape its reach."

Sengoku's own Zoan-type fruit, the Human-Human Fruit, Great Buddha form, gave him deep knowledge of Buddhism. He had even tried to develop a technique like the Five Elements Mountain in his lifetime but failed. Seeing it in action was both awe-inspiring and humbling.

"That's Admiral-level power," Sengoku murmured.

"Alright, Westwalker, that's enough," Finn called out.

Westwalker smiled at Finn. "Master, I see you have a deep connection with the Buddha. Would you consider becoming my disciple? I can train you to be a Buddhist practitioner who stands apart from others."

"I'll think about it," Finn teased. "But I'll need to see some effort on your part first."

Westwalker's eyes gleamed. "Very well, Otaku."

Meanwhile, the Five Elements Mountain had dissipated, leaving only the faint traces of its energy in the air.

Kizaru had reformed quickly, his body glowing as it came together. But his form was weak—his energy drained.

Sakazuki, with a glint of schadenfreude, smirked. "Porusalino, looks like you're in a bad state."

Kizaru grimaced. "That mountain didn't cause much damage, but the suppression took away more than half of my physical strength. It's awful!"

This was a secondary effect of Westwalker's Noble Phantasm—greatly reducing an opponent's power after being suppressed.

Finn grinned. "Grandpa Sengoku, do you want to try again?"

Kizaru quickly stepped back. "I think I'm done here."

Sengoku exchanged looks with Crane Vice Admiral and Garp. "What do you think?"

Garp immediately responded, "Of course, I'm all for supporting my grandson!"

Crane Vice Admiral shrugged and joked, "My wife fully supports my eldest grandson too!"

Sengoku took a moment, then walked up to Finn, grabbing his shoulder firmly. "Finn, how sure are you?"

"Ten percent," Finn replied confidently.

"Alright, the old man believes in you," Sengoku said, nodding.

After a long pause, he turned to the others. "After today, Marine will be severed from the World Government!"