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Chapter 405: The Punch That Shattered the Void!
Garp threw the punch. This was no longer just pure physical force. It was a massive tiger manifested from hyper-compressed air and Senjutsu chakra! The white shockwaves formed the tiger's fangs as it opened its maw, snapping viciously at Uchiha Madara. Space utterly collapsed beneath this strike. Pitch-black spatial rifts spread outward like a spiderweb.
A hint of grave seriousness finally flashed through Uchiha Madara's eyes. This attack carried enough power to pose a legitimate threat.
"Truth-Seeking Orbs!"
Madara scoffed coldly, bringing the remaining eight orbs together to form an absolute-defense black shield before him.
Rumble!!!
The white tiger and the black shield violently collided. The entire dungeon world fell into a brief, deathly silence. Then. An explosion beyond the limits of language detonated in the stratosphere. Blinding white light swallowed everything. The apocalyptic energy storm swept downward, instantly flattening the remaining mountain ranges on the surface. Sengoku, Aokiji, and the others pushed their powers to the absolute brink just to keep their footing in the aftershock.
Back in the Windmill Village tavern. All the watching Yonko and pirates stared dead at the massive screen. Everyone held their breath; the sound of gulping was crystal clear. A battle of this magnitude was vastly beyond their comprehension.
The light gradually faded. The scene in the sky revealed itself once more. Garp was panting heavily, his fist dripping with blood, the blue-green steam surrounding him looking somewhat thin. Yet he stood firmly in the void, his battle intent as wild as ever.
Opposite him. The supposedly impenetrable Truth-Seeking Orb shield had been smashed with a massive crater! Uchiha Madara had been forced half a step back behind the shield. And that half-step. Caused Madara's expression to sink completely. He glanced at his slightly numb wrist, then raised his head, locking his gaze on Garp.
"Good. Very good. Your Taijutsu surpasses the vast majority of ants in this world."
Madara clapped his hands together. A chakra hundreds of times more violent than before erupted from him like a volcano. The purple chakra physically manifested, instantly condensing into a god-like demonic phantom in the sky as massive as a mountain range. Complete Body Susanoo!
But that wasn't all. Madara madly poured Six Paths power into it. The purple Susanoo began to don a layer of pitch-black Six Paths armor. Four colossal chakra broadswords formed in the sky, their tips pointed directly at Garp and the others below. Just the pressure radiating from the blades evaporated the ocean water below in an instant.
Uchiha Madara looked down from above at the Marines, who were surely drowning in absolute despair. A cruel, maximum-level sneer twisted his mouth.
"And now, as my highest tribute for your desperate dance. This next attack. How do you plan to block it?"
High in the stratosphere, the pitch-black demon phantom solidified entirely. Colossal. It was a massiveness that made people forget to breathe. The Complete Body Susanoo, clad in heavy Six Paths armor, looked like a world-destroyer stepping out of ancient history into the mortal realm. Four chakra swords floated mid-air. Before they even swung, their sheer aura plowed trenches into the earth. The air was squeezed so tight it produced a teeth-grinding shriek. The sky of the entire dungeon dimension turned a suffocating purple-black.
East Blue, Windmill Village Tavern. Dead silence. The air in front of the bar seemed to have frozen solid.
Clatter!
The drinking bowl slipped from Kaido's grasp, splashing cheap ale over his dragon scales. The man hailed as the world's strongest creature actually felt a drop of cold sweat slide down his forehead.
"Are you kidding me…" Kaido stared hard at the black demon on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. "That size, that overwhelming presence… Even if I turn into my Azure Dragon form, I'd probably look like a mud loach next to that thing!"
Beside him, Whitebeard inhaled deeply, veins popping on his thick arms. "Gurararara…" Whitebeard's laugh sounded incredibly dry. "That Uchiha Madara guy, what kind of monster is he? Is that honestly a realm a human can reach?"
In the corner. Imu, clad in a black robe, ground their teeth, eyes filled with fanaticism and wariness. "They couldn't even break his defense, the Navy is going to be wiped out this time."
Every single top-tier powerhouse in the tavern felt their worldview shattered by the broadcast. In their eyes, the five-man Navy squad facing this monster was already dead.
However. Inside the dungeon, deep in the ruins. Uchiha Madara looked down at the earth from on high. His cold Rinnegan carried a trace of cruel anticipation. He wanted to see the expressions of those Marine Admirals turn to despair, terror, and absolute collapse.
"Tremble. Despair. And be reduced to ashes before the power of a god!"
Madara's voice rolled like thunder, vibrating the entire dimension.
Whoosh—
The gale blew away the thick dust on the ground. Madara cast his gaze downward. A second later. The muscles near the corner of his eye twitched.
The expected begging on bended knee never happened. The expected screams of despair never came. The five men wearing torn "Justice" coats hadn't taken a single step back. Instead, they all had their heads raised. Looking at the mountain-sized giant in the sky. And on their faces was an expression of extreme, hyper-fixated excitement!
That look. Wasn't one of men staring at an invincible god. It was the look of men staring at a top-tier punching bag meant for testing out their weapons!
"Oya, oya, oya~" Kizaru Borsalino pushed up his shattered sunglasses, his grin nearly stretching to the back of his head. "What an incredible toy this is. With a target this big, it'd be a real shame if my lasers missed." Embedded within the golden light flashing at his fingertips was a horrifying, pale white hue. Particle Style dismantling attribute was being madly compressed into his photons!
"Hmph. So what if it's big?" Akainu Sakazuki violently tore off his scorched uniform. "As long as it exists in this world, it cannot escape the fate of being incinerated by magma!" The rock beneath his feet instantly vaporized. The terrifying heat warped the space around him, and deep within the magma, traces of jet-black Armament Haki could be seen flowing.
"Phew…" Aokiji Kuzan exhaled a breath of freezing white mist. "Arara, what a huge pain. But… If I use that move I just learned in the dungeon, I should be able to freeze the big guy solid." Half of his body transformed into absolute frost, freezing the very moisture in the air in an instant.
Sengoku, in his giant golden Buddha form, remained silent, merely clenching his fists tight. Blinding Buddha light illuminated the darkened world!
The morale of the five men hadn't been crushed in the slightest, rather, like five unsheathed swords, their killing intent pierced straight into the heavens! In the eyes of these madmen—who had just scored top-tier cheats from various dungeons—the Susanoo before them wasn't the Grim Reaper. It was the ultimate whetstone!
Uchiha Madara's brow furrowed tightly. Did these fools not know how to spell 'death'?
"Wahahahahaha!!!"
Just then. A roar of manic laughter tore through the oppressive atmosphere of the battlefield. Garp wiped the blood from his mouth. He violently kicked his legs out, the force of his launch caving the earth below into a hundred-meter-deep crater!
Boom!
Garp shot up like a black cannonball, using the recoil to blast straight into the sky. He was actively charging toward the pitch-black demon! The fierce wind roared past his ears. The blue veins on his bronzed muscles popped like twisted tree roots. Blue-green Senjutsu chakra, mixed with blinding Lightning Release arcs, wove together over his skin to form a berserk suit of lightning armor.
"Is this your final trump card, Uchiha Madara?!" Garp's roar shook the heavens. He locked eyes with Madara sitting inside the Susanoo's forehead crystal, a near-insane battle lust burning in his gaze. "It looks more intimidating than Golden Lion's tricks, I'll give you that. But let's see how well it takes a punch!"
Garp suddenly halted his momentum mid-air. He pulled his right arm back to an exaggerated, impossible angle.
Hum—!
A blinding white halo instantly enveloped his iron fist. The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit was pushed to its absolute breaking point. And that wasn't all. The blood inside Garp's body roared like a torrential river.
"Eight Inner Gates! Seventh Gate: Gate of Wonder, Open!!!"
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