Snack's massive, muscular body moved like a shifting hill, his hands gripping an enormous battle axe that seemed to come alive in his grasp, gleaming with a chilling light.
"HYAH!"
With a furious roar, he tensed his muscles, channeling all his strength into his arms, then leaped high into the air and swung down toward Garp with immense force.
"Give me back my brother!"
The battleaxe tore through the air with a howling gust, as if ripping the very atmosphere apart, carving a terrifying arc through the sky as it descended straight toward Garp's head.
Meanwhile, Amande brandished her longsword, her posture as agile as a swift leopard, her eyes gleaming with determination and ferocity.
The blade reflected dazzling sunlight as it moved.
In an instant, she closed the distance to Garp, the tip of her sword aimed directly at his throat!
The sword's point seemed to concentrate boundless killing intent—a single light thrust would be enough to end a life.
"Book-Book Fruit!"
Mont-d'Or stood at a distance, narrowing his eyes slightly as a confident smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
With swift movements, he opened a book and skillfully utilized the power of the Book-Book Fruit to weave a powerful illusion, intending to trap Garp within the fabricated world of the book!
In the blink of an eye, countless books surged from all directions, rapidly assembling and transforming mid-air into vivid, lifelike soldiers.
These book soldiers, armed with various weapons, formed orderly phalanxes and advanced toward Garp in a mighty tide.
However, Garp's profound and formidable Armament Haki enveloping his body like an invisible armor and radiating an intense aura.
Unhurriedly, he raised his arms to meet Snag's ferocious battleaxe.
When the axe collided with Garp's fist, a deafening roar erupted, as if two meteors had crashed into each other!
Garp's fist was like an indestructible hammer, shattering everything in its path, effortlessly demolishing Snag's seemingly unbreakable battleaxe.
"Kid, you're still too green!"
Then, Garp's figure blurred as he launched a lightning-fast kick.
The kick carried immense force, howling through the air like a cannonball, sending Amande flying violently.
Her body traced a parabolic arc through the sky before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Be good and get locked up in Impel Down to repent!"
Just as the book soldiers summoned by Mont-d'Or closed in on Garp, before they could even launch an attack, they were swept up by the sheer force of Garp's fierce fist wind.
With a thunderous "Boom!", the book soldiers shattered like fragile paper, disintegrating into a flurry of scattered scraps.
"Hahaha! Bring it on!"
Garp clenched his fists once more, the veins on his arms bulging like coiling dragons.
Immediately after, his fist shot out like lightning, carrying an unstoppable momentum straight toward Mondol's face!
"What! He wasn't affected at all!"
"That's impossible!"
"!!!"
Mont-d'Or's expression instantly shifted, his eyes widening with a flicker of terror.
In that critical moment, he hastily retreated backward, trying to evade Garp's fatal strike.
However, Garp's speed was simply too fast—so fast that his movements were nearly imperceptible.
Garp's fist followed Mont-d'Or like a shadow, closing in instantly and homing in on his chest!
"Mont-d'Or!"
Amande gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with urgency.
Ignoring her own injuries, she scrambled up from the ground, gripping her longsword tightly with both hands.
With all her might, she swiftly swung the blade, attempting to block the overwhelmingly powerful strike aimed at Mont-d'Or.
"You too, all of you get locked up!"
Garp's iron fist shattered everything in its path.
When his fist collided with Amande's longsword, a crisp crack echoed through the air—the sword shattered into countless fragments like a brittle twig under the force of Garp's punch!
Then, Garp's fist continued its trajectory unimpeded, crashing heavily into Mont-d'Or's chest.
Boom!
Mont-d'Or's body was sent flying backward as if struck by a cannonball, tumbling uncontrollably through the air while spewing a mouthful of blood.
Finally, he slammed hard onto the distant deck, creating a massive crater upon impact.
Though Big Mom's children were numerous, they appeared utterly powerless before Garp.
Every one of their attacks was like an ant trying to shake a tree—incapable of posing even the slightest threat to Garp.
"All of you, into Impel Down!" Garp roared with laughter again, effortlessly handling these small fries!
His fists thundered through the air, each strike brimming with terrifying power.
His figure resembled that of a war god, and for a moment, no one could halt his advance!
Just then, the once tranquil air seemed violently stirred by an invisible hand and a tense atmosphere instantly permeated the surroundings.
Big Mom's furious roar erupted, laden with boundless rage, directly pressing toward Garp's location.
"GARP! How dare you harm my children!"
The voice reverberated through the air like raging tidal waves, crashing against eardrums in relentless succession, evoking an instinctive fear in all who heard it.
As the roar drew nearer, Big Mom's figure gradually came into focus.
Her form coiled through the air like a black Divine Dragon, moving at a dizzying speed.
Her massive body blotted out the sky, casting everything beneath her shadow.
Her eyes burned like draconic orbs, emitting crimson rays that radiated endless fury and killing intent, aimed squarely at Garp as if to devour him in an instant.
"GARP YOU DAMN BASTARD!"
Garp stood calmly, his expression unchanged despite the overwhelming pressure from Big Mom.
His brow merely furrowed slightly.
What he felt... was only battle lust!
"Linlin, finally have time to deal with me?" Garp's voice was low, cutting clearly through the tense atmosphere.
"Then let me see just how strong you really are!"
There was no trace of fear in his tone—only a thirst for combat!
As he spoke, his fists slowly clenched once more.
With the motion, Armament Haki surged from deep within him like black flames, coiling up his arms.
The dark flames burned fiercely, as if possessing a life of their own, leaping and dancing while releasing an aura that chilled the soul.
Under the influence of this oppressive presence, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, and everyone held their breath.
The battle had only just begun!