"Although I am very grateful for your favor, Uncle Giant,"
Kyojuro Rengoku was engulfed in flames, and a circular flame slash swept away the Red Spectres that rushed at him.
He panted and shouted, "I am not an orphan; my father is still alive."
Not far away,
Shinjuro Rengoku, who was fighting the biochemical legion with other Demon Slayer Corps members, heard his son's explanation and was quite speechless.
He thought, how could someone explain something like this so earnestly?
And that Whitebeard giant from another world was also very strange, wanting to snatch someone else's son directly?
However,
Shinjuro Rengoku, who had long felt indifferent to everything since the death of his beloved wife, shook his head, not caring about any of this.
Whether it was hunting demons or turning into the current Pollution Monsters,
He couldn't muster any interest.
To him, these were all utterly boring things.
Whitebeard didn't care at all and continued to ask, "Then do you mind having another father?"
In his eyes, the bond of family was not a feeling of favoritism; it would only grow stronger and was not exclusive.
He had many sons himself, didn't he?
Kyojuro Rengoku frankly and loudly said, "Uncle Giant, thank you very much for helping the Demon Slayer Corps, so if my father and Master Yaozai agree, Kyojuro is very willing to be your adopted son to repay your kindness."
In his eyes,
The 'son' Whitebeard spoke of should be similar to the adopted children of the Demon Slayer Corps' Pillar-ranked swordsmen, a kind of inherited relationship.
Just like the current Love Pillar, Mitsuri Kanroji, once became his adopted child.
"Wororororororo, then after the battle ends, I will go ask your Master Yaozai."
A faint ripple of fluctuation suddenly erupted from Whitebeard's entire body.
This fluctuation,
was completely different from the Scarlet Troll and the Quake-Quake Fruit's abilities.
Black smoke rose from Whitebeard's shoulders, continuously overflowing and then gathering in the sky behind him.
After a few seconds,
a huge phantom, entirely condensed from black smoke, appeared, exuding a strong dark attribute aura.
This was the effect of the [Dark Elf] set.
Collecting three pieces allowed one to summon the phantom of the [King of Dark Elves].
If it were a complete set, it could directly summon a materialized Elf King, whose strength was comparable to a Tier 2 [Dark Gold Lord].
Whitebeard was still missing a piece of [leggings], so he could only summon a phantom of a regular Lord-level [King of Dark Elves].
Even so,
it was an existence that could change the tide of battle.
This was Whitebeard's trump card for daring to bet with Garp.
Whitebeard laughed, his tightly gripped Cong Yun Cut tearing through space, splitting open the entire abandoned laboratory building.
The scattered giant rocks,
made the Demon Slayer Corps members gasp in fear and quickly dodge.
"You old ghost Whitebeard, I knew you had ill intentions!"
Iron Fist Garp, with Butterfly Shinobu behind him, couldn't help but curse angrily.
The phantom of the King of Dark Elves was a Dark Elf mage dressed in noble attire, full of aristocratic aura, continuously casting Dark Elf magic in all directions.
The speed at which it eliminated Red Spectres was even faster than Whitebeard's.
After all,
mages were recognized as artillery platforms in the Reincarnation Game, let alone the former king of the Dark Elf race, the strongest Tier 2 mage.
"Roar"
After most of the Red Spectres were slaughtered,
and the Crazy Babies and Green Giants were reduced to scattered numbers, a inconspicuous mountain deep in the valley suddenly began to sway left and right.
Bang.
Like a volcanic eruption,
the top of the mountain exploded directly, and the Magic Winged Dragon's ferocious head emerged, gently opening its mouth to reveal a mouthful of razor-sharp fangs.
Its entire head was as large as the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters' estate, and each fang was thicker than a hundred-year-old wisteria tree.
Patterns lit up on the Magic Winged Dragon's head; these were glowing viral bloodlines after infection.
To some extent,
the concentration and quantity of viral blood meant the strength of a virus-infected body.
Regardless of concentration, merely the Magic Winged Dragon's mountain-like size made it an absolute top-tier infected body, no wonder it could become a lord.
Whoosh.
A pair of giant wings, like those of a bat, directly tore through the mountain and popped out.
The Magic Winged Dragon circled high in the sky, opening its mouth wide and aiming at the players below, as a dazzling orange-yellow viral light beam began to condense.
"Good timing!"
Greeting the Magic Winged Dragon was Garp's Iron Fist,
Haki and fighting spirit blended, an aura like burning flames enveloped Garp, making his cloak behind him fly up.
With just one punch, like a falling meteor, he smashed the fiercely roaring Magic Winged Dragon to the ground.
"Damn Garp, are you trying to steal my kill?"
Whitebeard's mouth curved up,
two intersecting Quake-Quake slashes flew over, attacking both the Magic Winged Dragon and Garp.
The Scarlet Troll bloodline made him like a powerful Tyrannosaurus Rex, wielding his blade, relying on brute force to wrestle with Garp and the Magic Winged Dragon.
"What a breathtaking sight!"
Stone Pillar Gyomei swallowed, clasping his hands as if mourning for the Magic Winged Dragon.
The eyes of the other Demon Slayer Corps members nearly popped out.
They had never seen such a fighting style.
Even Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who was hailed as the strongest in the world, needed to wield a weapon to fight demons; after all, he was still flesh and blood.
The Stone Pillar, the strongest power of all generations, fought with great impact, his Nichirin weapons being a pair of broad axes and a flail.
But in the context of the current battle, they became insignificant.
Pure physical collision,
human bodies actually surpassed monsters, pinning the bio-mutated Magic Winged Dragon to the ground and beating it, completely reversed.
Boom.
Garp endured the thick, misty viral breath, like a meteor going against the current, and punched the Magic Winged Dragon's head.
The Magic Winged Dragon's head was knocked aside,
and the viral breath, like a sharp sword, cut through the air and swept across the nearby virus laboratory.
In an instant,
the heavy laboratory building, constructed with reinforced concrete and steel plate defenses inside, was corroded into a dilapidated and mottled ruin.
"Is that Navy Old Gentleman's fists and skin harder than steel?"
Yashiki Kagaya wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Garp was a pure tank warrior, balancing defense with extremely powerful offense.
His fighting style was all about close-quarters combat, incredibly impactful.
"God of Strength!"
Someone whispered this title.
The peak of the Demon Slayer Continent was Yoriichi Tsugikuni, with innate birthmarks and the Transparent World, the developer of Sun Breathing, but limited by the world's strength, he was only [400] combat power in the Reincarnation Game's assessment.
Even so, it was a height many Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen could hardly reach.
The current Pillar-ranked swordsmen, with Stone Pillar being the strongest, could only break houses and giant rocks.
At this moment,
seeing the fist warrior, who seemed like a god descended, they saw no difference from a deity.
Rumble.
As Garp's Iron Fist and Whitebeard's scarlet, moon-like blade fell,
the Magic Winged Dragon's terrifying head rolled down and hit the ground,
kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
"Damn Garp, Old Man won!"
Whitebeard's eyes were playful.
Based on damage contribution to killing the Magic Winged Dragon, they were evenly matched.
However, he had the Dark Elf King as a mage artillery platform, and even as a phantom, it killed thousands of Red Spectres.
Garp wasn't an artillery class; could he have killed more Red Spectres than him?
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