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Chapter 403: Garp Shatters the Stars with a Single Punch
The two sky-blotting meteors crashed down, carrying an aura of world-ending suffocation. In that moment, the entire dungeon world seemed swallowed by the shadow of despair. However. Beneath this apocalyptic scenario. The five men standing in the center of the ruins wearing their "Justice" coats showed absolutely no fear.
Quite the opposite. They even found the time to exchange a glance, the corners of their mouths hooking into meaningful smirks. It was the quiet composure of those who held absolute power. It was utter contempt for the so-called "miracle" descending upon them.
"Yo~" Kizaru Borsalino reached up to adjust his half-shattered sunglasses, his tone as sleazy and punchable as ever. "This thing really is quite intimidating, isn't it? No wonder our Admiral Kuzan barely lasted three seconds before getting wiped out the last time he was here. If it were the old us, we probably wouldn't have any choice but to stand here and wait for death."
Hearing this. Aokiji Kuzan's expression darkened like thunderclouds. Veins bulged and pulsed on his forehead. "Hey, Borsalino. Could you keep your mouth clean at a time like this? The last time I was here, I had zero intel, and besides…"
Aokiji took a deep breath, his gaze locked heavily on the godlike figure in the sky. "Besides, back then, I didn't have the power I do now."
"Hmph." Akainu Sakazuki coldly snorted, the boiling magma on his body having strangely calmed down. Yet the oppressive, terrifying aura he emitted was even more ferocious than before. "Enough talk. Since this guy calling himself a 'god' wants to play, we'll play with him. Justice won't be crushed by a few broken rocks."
It was then. Garp, who had been silent until now, laughed heartily and took a heavy step forward. "Wahahaha! Stop fighting over it, all of you! Let me take the first swing at this!"
Bare-chested and covered in scars, Garp's bronzed muscles bulged like forged steel. He cracked his neck, producing sharp pops. That look in his eyes. Like a prehistoric T-Rex that had just locked onto its prey. Thrilled. Fanatical. And fueled by a heart-stopping confidence.
"Come to think of it, I really have to thank that Bai Ye kid. If I hadn't grinded through the dungeons earlier… I really might not have been able to take this attack."
Before his words even finished. Garp's aura drastically changed. It was no longer just pure Armament Haki. It was no longer the pure martial arts aura typical of the pirate world.
Hum—!
A profound, natural, and impossibly vast energy began to surge wildly into Garp's body. Twin red markings bloomed around the corners of his eyes. But that wasn't the end of it. Garp slowly raised his right fist, aiming it squarely at the two colossal meteors plummeting from the sky. His fist wasn't coated in Haki. Instead, a bizarre white halo of light materialized around it.
It was the power capable of shattering space, summoning tsunamis, and "destroying the world." The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit! During his previous dungeon settlement, this old rogue had hit the jackpot, drawing the strongest Paramecia fruit that once belonged to Whitebeard. And now. He had perfectly fused "Senjutsu Chakra" with the power of the "Tremor-Tremor Fruit."
"This is a new move I developed. I'll use your garbage meteors as a blood sacrifice for my fist!"
Garp flashed a wide grin, showing his pearly white teeth. In the very next second. He threw an utterly unflashy punch straight into the void. This punch was simple and unadorned. Yet heavy enough to weigh down the heavens.
"Sage Art: Void Quake - Bone Fist!"
Dong—!!
An indescribably muffled boom ripped through heaven and earth. It wasn't the sound of an explosion. It was the very fabric of space crying out in agony. The air directly in front of Garp's fist instantly fractured into a dense web of cracks, like a shattered mirror. Immediately after. A visible white shockwave, carrying world-ending Senjutsu energy, blasted upward against the gravity!
Rumble!!
The force was too tyrannical. So overbearing that it completely ignored the laws of physics. The moment the first meteor came into contact with the shockwave. It didn't even last a single second. It disintegrated and pulverized mid-air, turning into a cloud of fine dust! And the shockwave didn't lose an ounce of momentum. Carrying an even more ferocious pressure, it violently slammed into the second meteor.
BOOM!!!
It was as if a white sun had risen in the sky. The massive meteor was violently vibrated into countless fragments, which were then blown straight out of the atmosphere by the raging gale. The apocalyptic disaster that had induced such utter despair just moments ago. Obliterated in a single punch!
The sky cleared once more. Only the dust particles floating in the sunlight remained. Silence. Deathly silence. Whether it was the Marine Admirals inside the dungeon. Or Whitebeard, Shanks, and the others watching the live broadcast back in the Windmill Village tavern. Everyone's mouths hung wide open, their eyes practically bulging out of their skulls.
Gulp…
Someone swallowed hard. "Is… is that really that old bastard Garp?"
Whitebeard crushed his drinking bowl in his grip, his face a picture of pure disbelief. "That's my Tremor-Tremor Fruit power, isn't it?! It definitely is! But this destructive force… how the hell is it even stronger than when I was in my prime?!"
Inside the dungeon. High in the sky. Uchiha Madara, who had maintained his arms-crossed, apathetic posture. Finally lost control of his expression. Deep astonishment and shock flickered across his Rinnegan for the first time. He stared intensely at the old man laughing below.
That punch just now… There had been no trace of chakra hand seals. Yet it possessed a destructive capability more terrifying than a Tailed Beast Bomb. And that white vibrational energy could directly shatter the molecular structure of matter?
"Taijutsu? No, it's not just Taijutsu." Uchiha Madara slowly lowered his arms, his expression growing dead serious. He could sense it. The vitality surging within that old man's body was as ridiculously robust as a humanoid Tailed Beast. "Interesting. It seems I truly underestimated you."
Uchiha Madara slowly descended, the nine Truth-Seeking Orbs behind him spinning rapidly, emitting a heart-stopping black light. "You are the second group of people to ever make my blood boil!"
On the ground. Garp retracted his fist and blew on it as if blowing off imaginary dust. "Wahahaha! Sengoku! Did you see that! Did my punch pack enough punch for you?!"
Sengoku, in his golden Buddha form, shook his head helplessly, but the battle intent in his eyes surged even higher. "Stop showing off, Garp. That guy… is getting serious."
Akainu, Kizaru, and Aokiji quickly took their positions, five terrifying auras exploding skyward as they stood in a standoff against Uchiha Madara.
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