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Chapter 235: Iron Fist Suppresses Admiral
"Light Release: Laser? Light Release: Yasakani no Magatama?"
"Where are all those flashy moves of yours? Come on, keep using them!"
With every sentence Garp spoke, the aura around him surged higher.
He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking like popping beans.
"Come! Show me that ruthlessness you had back then! Try shooting me in the face one more time!"
The corner of Kizaru's mouth twitched violently.
Regret was gnawing at his insides.
He didn't regret attacking Garp in the dungeon; he regretted hitting him too lightly. He hadn't even secured a good ranking, and yet he had thoroughly offended this old monster.
After coming out, this old man had held a grudge all the way until now!
The last two days traveling from Foosha Village back to Headquarters had been a nightmare for Borsalino.
Ambushed while eating.
Ambushed while sleeping.
Even when he went to the toilet, this old lunatic would smash through the door with a punch, claiming it was "emergency response training."
The most absurd part was the old man's stamina.
He didn't know what kind of medicine Garp had taken, but his stamina was like a bottomless pit.
They had been fighting for three days and three nights. Garp wasn't even panting; instead, he seemed to get more energetic the more he fought!
"That was just the dungeon settings, settings~"
"I was forced~"
"Vice Admiral Garp, Marines shouldn't fight Marines~"
As Kizaru spoke, he subtly inched toward the ship's railing.
Marineford was right in front of them.
As long as he got ashore, with that old good-guy Fleet Admiral Sengoku there, this old lunatic would have to restrain himself a little, right?
"Cut the crap!"
Garp didn't listen to a word of explanation.
"Fist of Love: Bone Spirit: Galaxy Impact!"
There were no flashy movements.
Garp simply took a step forward and threw a straight right punch.
Boom!
The atmosphere instantly exploded.
A visible white shockwave, carrying terrifying power enough to pulverize steel, blasted straight toward Kizaru's face.
The power of this punch was several times stronger than during the Summit War!
With the enhancement of the Sage Body, every inch of Garp's muscle fibers had turned into high-yield explosives.
"So scary~"
Kizaru uttered his catchphrase, but his eyes instantly turned incredibly grave.
He couldn't tank this.
He absolutely could not tank this.
He had tried once a few days ago, and the result was being punched into the seabed, nearly becoming fish food.
Zzzzt—
Golden photons instantly erupted from Kizaru's body.
"Yata no Kagami!"
A beam of light refracted toward the port plaza.
Kizaru's body instantly elementalized, turning into a stream of light, attempting to use light speed to escape this hellish warship.
"Trying to run?!"
Garp snorted coldly.
In the past, facing Kizaru moving at light speed, he might have had to rely on prediction and Observation Haki to intercept.
But now.
Garp's legs exploded with power.
Thud!
The massive warship let out a mournful groan. The stern kicked up directly, and the bow plunged deep into the water.
Borrowing this terrifying recoil force.
Garp's figure vanished.
It wasn't teleportation, but pure physical explosive speed that was so fast it left no afterimages!
In mid-air.
Kizaru, who had transformed into a stream of light, had just condensed half his body when he felt the sky go dark.
A suffocating pressure enveloped his entire body.
He looked up in horror.
He saw Garp, like a demon god, arriving later but striking first, directly intercepting his path of light in mid-air!
"How is this possible?!"
For the first time, a look of seeing a ghost appeared on Kizaru's wretched face.
How could a body of flesh and blood catch up to light?!
"In front of my Iron Fist, even light has to stop for me!"
Garp roared, pitch-black Armament Haki instantly covering his entire right arm.
Not only that.
Over that black Haki, a faint, almost imperceptible layer of white airflow was wrapped.
That was the product of fusing Senjutsu Chakra with Haki.
"Get down there!"
Bang!
The fist hammered down.
The next second.
Terrifying monstrous strength poured down like a waterfall.
BOOM—!!!
A small earthquake occurred in the port plaza of Marineford.
Dust and smoke shot into the sky.
The hard granite ground instantly shattered, and a massive crater over a hundred meters in diameter appeared abruptly.
Rubble flew everywhere, and several small warships docked nearby were directly capsized.
The Marine soldiers drilling on the plaza were blown away by the shockwave, crawling up covered in dirt, looking at the giant crater in terror.
"En... Enemy attack?!"
"Did a Yonko attack us?!"
"Sound the alarm!"
Amidst the chaos.
The dust gradually settled.
In the center of the crater.
Kizaru lay at the bottom in a "dai" (大) shape. His suit had completely turned into rags, he was covered in dirt, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.
He stared blankly at the sky, his eyes empty.
Tired.
Let it end.
Whoever wants to be this Admiral can be it.
At the edge of the crater.
Garp landed steadily, dusted off his hands, and looked like he hadn't had enough yet.
"Tsk, Borsalino, your body is still too fragile."
"Wasn't that Ninjutsu of yours in the dungeon very tough?"
"How come you can't do it back in reality?"
Garp walked to the edge of the pit, squatted down, and looked at Kizaru like he was looking at a salted fish.
"Get up, one more punch."
"I feel like that punch just now didn't use my full strength."
A tear of humiliation rolled down the corner of Kizaru's eye.
He simply closed his eyes and tilted his head.
Playing dead.
As long as I don't get up, you can't hit me.
I don't believe you, you old geezer, would be shameless enough to attack me like this.
"You bastard!!"
Just as Garp was about to jump down and drag Kizaru up.
An angry roar came from the top floor of the fortress.
Immediately after.
A golden shockwave descended from the sky, smashing ruthlessly onto Garp's head.
Clang!
A loud noise like a giant bell ringing.
Sengoku, maintaining his Great Buddha form, landed panting in front of Garp, clutching half a crushed fountain pen in his hand.
"Garp!!"
"Are you trying to dismantle Headquarters?!"
"That's the port! The military port we just spent two billion Beri repairing!"
Sengoku pointed at the giant crater, his fingers trembling as if playing a piano.
"And Borsalino! He is an Admiral! The highest combat power of the Marines!"
"You beat him up like this; how will the newspapers write about it tomorrow? Marine infighting? Or Vice Admiral Garp revolting?!"
Garp scratched his head, looking innocent.
"Ah? Sengoku, you're here."
"Bwahahaha! Don't be so stingy."
"Aren't I helping this brat develop new abilities?"
Garp stood up, his terrifying muscles glistening in the sunlight.
He patted Sengoku's shoulder, nearly slapping Sengoku's Golden Buddha body apart.
"You don't know how insidious this brat was in that dungeon."
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