Each of Garp's punches carried overwhelming destructive power, smashing the mochi dragons one after another.
However, these mochi dragons recovered at an astonishing speed.
Though Garp's attacks were ferocious, he couldn't completely destroy them.
Katakuri stood atop a dragon head, his upper body appearing in mochi form with arms crossed, coldly watching Garp's struggle.
"Vice Admiral Garp, your strength is indeed formidable, but against my Nine-Headed Dragons, it's nothing special," Katakuri mocked Garp.
Garp didn't respond, his gaze still locked on Katakuri.
Suddenly, his figure flashed, directly breaking through the encirclement of nine dragons and instantly appearing before Katakuri.
"What?!" Katakuri's pupils contracted sharply, clearly not expecting Garp's speed to be so fast.
Even though his Observation Haki predicted it, Garp's Haki lock made it impossible to dodge!
"Kid, your ability is indeed troublesome, but my fists aren't just about raw power!" Garp's voice was low and powerful as his fist suddenly shot out, heading straight for Katakuri's chest.
Katakuri quickly retreated while swinging his trident to block.
However, Garp's fist was too fast.
Before the trident could fully swing out, Garp's fist had already heavily struck his chest.
"Galaxy Impact!"
With a dull thud, Katakuri's body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily onto the deck.
His chest was sunken in, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Cough cough..." Katakuri struggled to his feet with a flicker of shock in his eyes.
"As expected of the Navy Hero. I truly underestimated you."
Garp gave him no chance to recover, closing the distance once more as his fists rained down like a storm upon Katakuri.
Katakuri swiftly swung his trident to block, but the sheer force behind Garp's punches sent numbing vibrations through his arms with each collision.
"Mochi: White Dragon's Wrath!" Katakuri roared, his body suddenly swelling as he transformed into a massive mochi white dragon.
From the dragon's maw, scorching flames surged toward Garp.
Garp's fist shot out again, clashing directly with the white dragon's flames and lightning!
BOOM!
The entire sea churned violently from the force of their collision.
"My justice won't permit your recklessness here!" Garp's voice thundered as the Armament Haki around his fist intensified.
He leaped high, his fist descending like a meteor toward Katakuri's Dragon Form.
CRASH!
Katakuri's white dragon form shattered under Garp's punch, his body slamming heavily onto the deck, unable to rise again.
Garp landed slowly, the Armament Haki around his fist fading as he coldly stared at the fallen Katakuri.
"Kid, you've still got a long way to go," he muttered.
"Heh..."
Katakuri gradually pushed himself up from the deck.
Though searing pain still radiated from his chest, his gaze remained sharp as a blade.
His Observation Haki had already foreseen Garp's next move.
Even if he couldn't completely evade it, his body had instinctively reacted just before Garp's fist landed.
His Mochi Mochi Fruit ability made his body fluid and pliable, allowing him to shift his internal organs and narrowly avoid Garp's lethal strike.
"Vice Admiral Garp, I've already seen through your movements," Katakuri stated coldly, a faint smirk curling his lips.
His hands swiftly coated in Armament Haki, he lunged forward, his trident striking like a venomous snake toward Garp's flank.
Garp's pupils contracted slightly, clearly surprised by Katakuri's swift reaction.
He sidestepped hastily but was a fraction too slow—the trident's tip grazed his waist, drawing a line of blood.
Garp grunted, quickly retreating to create distance from Katakuri.
"Not bad, kid," Garp murmured, a glint of appreciation in his eyes, though it was overshadowed by burning combat spirit.
Katakuri gave him no respite, his body swelling once more as he transformed into nine-headed mochi Dragons.
"Not bad? Heh, let me show you something interesting!"
Each dragon was vividly lifelike, their eyes gleaming with crimson light as they spewed scorching flames, raging lightning, sharp wind blades, and even corrosive venom from their mouths!
All nine dragons heads attacked simultaneously, unleashing an overwhelming wave of energy toward Garp.
'He's gotten stronger...'
'This kid's transformed dragon heads can actually control multiple types of power!'
'He was holding back all along!'
Garp swiftly dodged through the onslaught, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't completely evade such dense attacks.
Flames licked at his cape, lightning left charred marks on his body, wind blades tore through his clothes, and Venom corroded his Armament Haki.
Garp's brow furrowed deeply as he was forced into steady retreat under the relentless assault.
"Vice Admiral Garp, this is my full power! How much longer can you hold on?" Katakuri's voice echoed from the nine-headed dragons, filled with mockery and confidence.
A flicker of anger flashed in Garp's eyes as he clenched his fists tightly, purple Armament Haki once again coiling around his arms.
His body sank slightly before shooting out like a cannonball!
His fist descended like a meteor, smashing into one of the mochi dragons.
"Fist Bone: Meteor Burst!!!"
Garp roared, his fist crashing heavily into the dragon's head.
With a thunderous boom, the dragon's head was shattered by Garp's punch, exploding into a shower of mochi fragments that tried to merge but were blocked by his Haki!
However....
"Hmph!"
Katakuri's attack didn't stop.
The remaining eight dragons continued their frenzied assault on Garp.
Garp's figure swiftly dodged through the air, his fists striking out repeatedly.
Each dragon turned to dust under his iron fists.
"One punch! Two punches! Three punches!"
Garp's voice thundered, each strike imbued with Haki.
Moving like a war god among the nine-headed dragons, wherever his fists landed, the dragons' heads burst apart one after another.
Katakuri's Observation Haki had already foreseen this scene, but he was powerless to change it.
Even though he could predict Garp's movements, the gap in their strength was simply too vast.
Not only was Garp's iron fist incredibly powerful, but its speed also made it impossible for Katakuri to completely evade.
"Iron Fist..." Katakuri murmured softly as a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
His body reverted from the nine-headed dragon form and crashed heavily onto the deck, unable to rise again.
Garp landed slowly, the Haki on his fists gradually dissipating.
Though covered in wounds, his eyes remained determined.
He coldly stared at the fallen Katakuri and speak in a low voice.
"Kid, your ability is indeed troublesome, but against absolute power, even foreseeing the future can't save you."
Katakuri struggled to lift his head, complex emotions filling his eyes.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately collapsed powerlessly onto the deck.
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