Chapter 81: A Clash of Titans
**Chapter 81: A Clash of Titans**
A **deafening roar** tore through the skies of Mary Geoise.
From the ruins of the **Topman Estate**, a **massive boar** rose, its eyes glowing with fury.
It was **Saint Warcury**, now fully transformed into his **Mythical Zoan: Fengxi form.**
Black flames swirled around his colossal body as he stomped the ground, cracks spiderwebbing beneath his hooves. His breath came in heavy snorts, and his red eyes locked onto **Garling Figarland**.
A thick, pig-like growl escaped his throat.
Garling's expression remained as calm as ever.
With a steady hand, he gripped the hilt of his **sheathed sword**—and in one smooth motion, he drew it.
A strange **red glow** flickered in his pupils as the air around his blade crackled with **black lightning.**
Warcury let out another roar, steam rising around his body. His four **massive fangs** darkened as **Haki** coated them. Then, with a force that shattered the earth beneath him, he **charged.**
Garling stood firm.
Just as Warcury lunged, Garling swung his sword in a smooth crescent arc.
A **red slash of sword energy** erupted forward, tearing through the battlefield.
"**Guard the Country.**"
*BOOM!*
The impact sent a shockwave through Mary Geoise, **flattening** everything in its path.
Cracks splintered across Warcury's **four fangs** as his massive form trembled under the sheer force.
Sweat **dripped** from his enormous head. His fangs—thick as pillars—began to **splinter.**
Then, with a sickening **crack**, they **shattered.**
Just as the sword energy was about to **carve through Warcury's skull**, a **flash of movement** interrupted the attack.
*CLANG!*
A **sword** intercepted the slash.
A new figure **emerged**—his lower body skeletal, his upper half that of an **elderly bald man** clad in a **kimono.** Black flames swirled around him.
**Saint Nusjuro.** One of the **Five Elders.**
And he wasn't alone.
The **other Three Five Elders** had arrived.
One of them, **Saint Saturn**, scanned the destruction with narrowed eyes.
Nusjuro exhaled softly. A layer of **frost** formed on his blade as he swung, **completely dispersing Garling's attack.**
With another breath, Nusjuro **returned to his human form** and landed in front of Warcury.
He cast a glance at the now **toothless** Warcury, then spoke.
"Saint Warcury… what is the meaning of this?"
Warcury **wiped blood from his mouth**, his face twisted in rage.
"It was Garling! He barged into my family home, unleashed his Haki on me, and attacked me for no reason! He's out of control!"
Nusjuro turned to Garling, his expression unreadable.
"Saint Garling," he said, his tone even. "Do you wish to explain yourself?"
*Clang!*
Garling sheathed his sword.
Before he could answer, **Saturn** stepped forward.
"I believe this is just a **misunderstanding,**" Saturn said smoothly. "Let's move to the **meeting room** and discuss this properly."
Warcury's **rage boiled over.**
"Saturn!" he roared. "LOOK at what he did to my family's estate! And you call this a **misunderstanding**?!"
Saturn remained calm.
"And what do you suggest? A **public battle** in the Holy Land? Do you really want the world to see the Five Elders and the Knights of God **fighting each other like commoners**?"
Warcury clenched his fists.
Saturn's words were calculated.
They weren't about **justice** or **fairness**—only **control.**
A man wearing a **golden crown** leaned toward Garling and muttered, "Saint Saturn has a sharp tongue, doesn't he?"
Saturn's **wrinkled face twitched.** His old ears were still sharp.
With a small cough, he turned to the **other Three Elders**.
"What do you all think?"
Nusjuro held his sword against his shoulder, considering for a moment. Then he **nodded.**
"We should talk first."
The remaining two Elders also agreed.
Saturn **ignored Warcury** and looked at Garling.
"Saint Garling, before we proceed to the meeting room, please **dismiss your men.** Their presence is... unnecessary."
Garling sighed but gave a **brief nod.**
He turned to **Carlos**, the leader of the **gold-armored guards.**
"Fall back."
Carlos didn't argue. But before leaving, he stepped forward and said in a low voice,
"Captain, if you don't return before nightfall, I'll summon the **Knights of God.**"
With that, he cast **one last glare** at Warcury before leading the guards away.
—
**Inside the Meeting Room**
The Five Elders took their seats.
Garling sat **casually**, one leg crossed over the other, showing **zero** concern for the hostility in the room.
Warcury, however, was barely holding his **rage** back.
"Garling!" he snarled. "If you don't provide a **reasonable explanation**, I will **personally see to it** that you're **removed** as leader of the **Knights of God!**"
Garling **laughed.**
He turned to **Saturn** first.
Saturn simply **raised his hands**, as if to say, *Not my problem.*
Warcury scowled. "I know some of you won't back me now. **Fine.** I'll take this matter straight to **Lord Imu!**"
The **room fell silent.**
Even the other Elders **exchanged glances.**
Saturn didn't protest.
Garling, however, remained **completely unfazed.**
He tapped his fingers on the table before speaking.
"Alright. But before that… I have one question."
His voice was **calm.**
"Who gave you the authority to **spy** on my nephew?"
The entire room **turned** to Warcury.
His **expression stiffened.**
He knew instantly.
**Aramaki had betrayed him.**
His mind scrambled for an excuse. But Garling wouldn't have **asked** unless he already had **proof.**
His silence spoke volumes.
Saturn, seeing the shift in power, **pounced.**
"Saint Warcury," he said smoothly. "Why did you have someone **monitor Saint Carl?**"
All eyes remained on Warcury.
His mind raced.
The **truth** was simple.
He didn't want the **Figarland family's influence** spreading into the **Navy.**
From the moment Carl rose through the ranks, Warcury had sensed danger. If Carl climbed too high, if he became a key figure in the Navy's command—
Would the **World Government's** control over the military remain **absolute?**
Carl was **Figarland blood.** He had the **audacity** to **question orders**—something no other **Marine admiral** dared to do.
And if the **Figarland family** gained control of the Navy…
It would be as if **Warcury had lost an arm.**
He couldn't allow it.
But now… he was **cornered.**