Garp slammed his fists into the ground, sending countless Revolutionary Army soldiers flying as he roared,
"You brats! Come at me all at once!"
Even the usually carefree Garp was now completely bloodthirsty. He tore off his floral shirt, revealing a body that, despite his age, was still packed with muscle, covered in scars accumulated from years of battles.
Some of Garp's actions were indeed controversial, and he was known for his wavering stance at times.
However, no one could deny that he had risen through the ranks from a mere recruit, earning his place through sheer merit and battlefield prowess. His strength was unquestionable.
Regardless of rank, Garp's combat ability was top-tier, even among Admirals.
At this moment, he was like a human bulldozer, single-handedly pushing the battlefield toward the dense forest in the rear.
With all the chaos, the people of Foosha Village had long been aware of the battle, but as mere civilians, none of them dared to approach such a dangerous scene.
Thankfully, despite the intensity of the fight, no civilians had been caught in the crossfire yet.
Lindbergh gritted his teeth, relentlessly clinging to Garp like an inescapable shadow. With him as the vanguard, the Revolutionary Army officers and soldiers launched a furious assault on Garp.
Countless bullets, cannon shells, and swords rained down upon him. Though Garp relied on his powerful Armament Haki to withstand wave after wave of attacks, the relentless assault was starting to take a toll on his stamina.
Garp cursed under his breath,
"Damn it, if I were ten years younger, I wouldn't be struggling against this bunch!"
But reality was what it was—he had lost those ten years. Aware of his body's limitations, Garp was determined to end the fight quickly. Once the battlefield was pushed deep into the forest, he would be able to fight without restraint and go all out to take down the Revolutionary Army forces.
As Garp battled fiercely, a massive figure suddenly blocked his path—it was Chopper, having consumed an advanced Rumble Ball, now fully transformed into his so-called "Monster Point."
Chopper roared at the sky, raising a colossal fist to slam down on Garp. Garp leaped into the air to evade the attack.
Observing Chopper's terrifying new form, Garp frowned and muttered,
"A Zoan awakening, huh?"
Just as he spoke, he vanished from the air in an instant. The moment he moved, a powerful shockwave swept past where he had been standing.
"Storm Cannon!"
Emet, with both palms aimed skyward, frowned upon seeing his attack miss and muttered,
"What a powerful human."
Then his expression changed, and he shouted toward Chopper,
"Chopper! Above you!"
Garp had landed on Chopper's hat, looking down coldly as he said,
"So what if you're an awakened Zoan? Sit down and behave!"
Realizing Garp was on his head, Chopper began thrashing violently, but no matter how much he shook, Garp stood firm as if his feet were rooted to the spot.
A crimson glint flickered in Garp's eyes as he threw a devastating punch, his fist enveloped in Haki, unleashing blinding red lightning.
Boom!
A massive reindeer antler was sent flying before crashing into the ground. Chopper's eyes rolled back, and his enormous body collapsed with a loud thud, shrinking rapidly until he returned to his original form.
Garp landed gracefully beside the unconscious Chopper, narrowing his eyes as he remarked,
"Isn't this that pet from Luffy's crew? What the hell is the Navy's intel division doing? An awakened Zoan, yet his bounty is only 50 Belly?"
"Chopper!!"
A slender figure dashed past Garp, stopping just behind him.
Garp glanced at the thin layer of frost forming on his chest before casually shaking his body, shattering the ice into tiny fragments.
Turning around, he looked at the tall, lean man in a suit and said,
"You're with Luffy's crew too, right? I think your name is Brook. You've got quite the unique look—must be the power of a Devil Fruit."
Brook turned to face Garp, holding his cane sword upright before him and solemnly saying,
"Garp-san, forgive my impoliteness."
Garp shook his head and replied,
"At least you're polite."
Taking advantage of the moment, Nami rushed forward, grabbed Chopper, and sprinted away. However, to Garp, her speed was akin to a snail's crawl—he simply chose not to bother chasing her.
After all, they were all going to end up in prison eventually.
Once Nami had gotten far enough, Garp stretched his limbs, grinning at Brook,
"You better be careful. That skeleton body of yours doesn't look like it can handle my punches."
A single drop of sweat dripped down Brook's skull. While it didn't make much sense for a skeleton to sweat, Devil Fruit powers often defied logic.
In the blink of an eye, Garp had already appeared in front of Brook. Before Brook could even react, he was sent flying by a powerful punch, crashing into the Revolutionary Army ranks behind him.
Garp scoffed,
"I overestimated him..."
"Traitor! Don't get cocky!!!"
Boom!
Emet charged in, landing a punch on Garp's waist. The impact rang out like metal colliding. Garp turned and slammed Emet's head into the ground with a single hand.
"Who the hell are you calling a traitor?!"
Emet, his face smeared with red oil, gritted his teeth and spat,
"Obviously you! A member of the D. choosing to be a lackey for the Celestial Dragons—isn't that betrayal?!"
Garp grabbed Emet by the hair, lifting him up as he growled,
"What D. nonsense are you talking about?!"
Unfazed, Emet stared directly into Garp's eyes and coldly declared,
"You don't deserve the name of D!"
"Kid, I don't care about this D business. I'm a Marine! I fight for justice!"
With that, Garp launched Emet like a cannonball with a devastating "Fist."
Unlike the unfortunate Revolutionary Army soldiers before him, Emet truly had a steel body. The impact sent him barreling through the battlefield. If not for Lindbergh catching him mid-air, who knew how many Revolutionary soldiers would have been taken out by the crash.
However, Emet himself was in bad shape. The cola inside his power core had been completely shattered by the impact, rendering him temporarily inoperable.
Lindbergh ordered his men to carry Emet to the rear, regrouping to prepare for another assault on Garp. Meanwhile, Garp, now at a safe distance from Foosha Village, activated his Armament Haki once again, his aura surging to new heights.
As the tension escalated, an enormous fist suddenly erupted from beneath the battlefield.
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