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Chapter 413: All Eight Gates Open! The Punch That Pierces a God
BOOM!!!
Before his voice even faded, Garp's figure completely disappeared, leaving nothing behind but a rippling red shockwave of compressed air. Fast! Fast to the absolute limit! Even light itself seemed to be left in the dust in that split second. The distance of several thousand meters was practically non-existent to Garp in this state.
A strike resembling teleportation!
"What?!" Madara's pupils violently shrank to pinpricks.
Before his Rinnegan could even process an afterimage, a heatwave capable of burning souls to ash rushed into his face. It was a fist. An ultimate fist wreathed in blood-red steam, white tremors, blue lightning, and formless Senjutsu!
"Eight Inner Gates: Eighth Gate: Gate of Death!! Open! Fist Bone: Meteor: Atmospheric Quake!!!"
Garp's roar, like that of an enraged demon, echoed through the heavens and the earth.
"BWAHAHAHA! Get ready, Madara! This old man's still got some dance moves left in him!"
BOOM————!!!
A single punch connected solidly with the Truth-Seeking Orb shield Madara had just formed. The Truth-Seeking Orb, hailed as an absolute defense immune to all ninjutsu. The moment it came into contact with this power, it popped like a fragile soap bubble.
With a soft pop. Shattered!
There was no explosion. No flashy light effects. The pupils in Madara's purple Rinnegan shrank to their absolute limits. His retinas hadn't even registered the trajectory of the punch. His brain hadn't even processed the absurd information that his "defense was broken." An indescribable, agonizing pain preemptively rushed through his nerve endings, frantically assaulting his pain receptors.
Too fast. Fast enough to surpass thought, to exceed the limits of perception.
Crack!
The sound of the Six Paths mantle tearing was followed by the sickening crunch of bones shattering. Madara felt as if his chest had been struck head-on by a meteorite traveling at the speed of light.
"Guh!" A mouthful of blood, laced with fragments of his internal organs, erupted uncontrollably from his mouth.
His body didn't even have time to execute the motion of "leaning backward." He was violently shoved backward by a kinetic force too terrifying to calculate!
BOOM————!!!
The atmosphere was brutally ripped apart, unleashing a series of shrieking detonations. Madara was transformed into a tragic, bloody shooting star. At a speed completely imperceptible to the naked eye, he plummeted straight through the sky-filling dust. Wherever he passed, space twisted, and shockwaves churned. A vacuum channel several kilometers long violently materialized between the sky and earth!
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Silence. Dead silence.
Inside the Foosha Village tavern, Kaido's kanabo dropped onto his toes with a heavy clang, yet he seemed to feel nothing. His eyes were wider than brass bells, his mouth open wide enough to swallow a Devil Fruit whole.
Gulp…
Someone swallowed hard. In this tavern where you could hear a pin drop, the sound was as loud as a clap of thunder.
On the screen, Garp hadn't stopped after throwing that punch. His entire body was bathed in the thick, blood-like red steam. His skin, blackish-red, made him look like a blood-drenched Asura.
"Hah…" Scalding white breath billowed from his nose and mouth.
Garp's bloodshot eyes were locked onto Madara's flying form. There wasn't the slightest bit of relaxation after landing the hit. On the contrary, the fanaticism and ferocity on his face only grew more intense.
"I'm not done yet!! This little bit isn't nearly enough to teach an arrogant brat a lesson!!"
Boom!!
The air detonated once more. Garp's foot stomped heavily on empty space. Even though there was nothing there, under that terrifying physical power, the air was instantly compressed into a solid mass harder than steel. Using this repulsive force, Garp's figure disappeared once again.
Teleportation? No. It was pure speed, far surpassing teleportation!
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Inside the dungeon battlefield, as he was blasting backward at extreme speeds, Madara forcefully endured the suffocating agony in his chest.
Damn it… This power… He tried to channel his Six Paths chakra to heal his wounds. He tried to control the Truth-Seeking Orbs behind him to mount a defense. But to his horror, he realized his body couldn't move! That punch hadn't just shattered his bones; the terrifying vibrational force carried by the punch had traveled through his meridian network, paralyzing his entire body!
Swoosh!
Right then, a scalp-numbing chill suddenly struck from directly above him. Madara jerked his head up, only to see that crimson figure had appeared right above his head. With an incredibly savage posture, his fist was raised high.
"BWAHAHAHA! Hey, Madara Uchiha! You like to dance, don't ya?! Then quit dragging your feet and JUMP HIGHER!!!"
BOOM!!!
Garp's right fist smashed brutally downward at the empty space below. This wasn't a punch directly aimed at the body. It was…
"Gate of Death: Evening Elephant, First Pace!!!"
THUD!!!!
The very atmosphere was compressed into a solid state by the sheer force of the punch. A visible white cannon of compressed air, like divine punishment descending from the heavens, instantly engulfed Madara's figure.
"Guhh!!!" Madara let out a pained groan.
His body, which had been flying backward, was forcibly brought to a halt by the sheer force of the bombardment. Then, like a nail, he was violently hammered into the ground!
RUMBLE!!!
The earth shattered. A bottomless crater formed instantly. But this was merely the beginning. Suspended in mid-air, Garp's feet continuously stomped against the void, his entire body ricocheting through the sky like a phantom.
"Second Pace!!"
THUD!!
The second air cannon followed closely behind, accurately blasting Madara just as he tried to stand. Madara's half-repaired Six Paths mantle exploded once again.
"Third Pace!!"
THUD!!!
The third punch. Madara felt as if his spine was going to be shattered into dust, completely pinned into the dirt, utterly immobilized.
"Fourth Pace!!"
THUD!!!!
The fourth punch. The earth wailed as the rock strata for miles around fractured and collapsed under the blow.
"Fifth Pace!!!"
Garp let out an earth-shaking roar. For this final punch, he didn't attack from a distance. Instead, he turned into a red streak of lightning, plunging from the sky to directly chase down the suppressed Madara. In the instant right before impact, not only was his fist wrapped in red steam, but the white halo of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit was compressed to its absolute limit, turning into a blinding sphere of light.
"Let me… Beat that smug face of yours into total ruin!!! Fist Bone: Evening Elephant: Final Form!!!"
BOOM————————————!!!!!!
A massive mushroom cloud slowly rose within the fragmented dungeon world. The terrifying shockwave directly blasted Akainu and Aokiji tens of kilometers away. Even Sengoku, having activated his golden Buddha form, was pushed back repeatedly by the blast, forced to dig his feet into the earth just to stabilize himself.
Too brutal. Too unreasonable. How was this a battle? This was a completely one-sided massacre! Was this Garp in the state of the Eight Inner Gates' Gate of Death? Was this all the wildness the man known as the "Marine Hero" had suppressed over the decades?
The dust settled. Sengoku squinted, peering into the center of the massive crater.
He saw Garp holding his punching stance, scalding white smoke billowing from his entire body. His right arm was somewhat twisted, clearly the price of bearing such an overwhelming load. And directly beneath his fist, the insufferably arrogant Madara Uchiha, the man who called himself a god, was now splayed out in a spread-eagle shape, embedded deep within the bedrock.
Half his body was pulverized. His previously cold and haughty face was now swollen like a pig's, completely unrecognizable. Blood stained the earth beneath him red.
"Hah… Hah…" Garp panted heavily. With every breath, his chest heaved violently like a bellows.
He slowly pulled back his fist, looking down at the battered figure beneath his feet. The corners of his mouth curled as he spat out a glob of bloody foam.
"How was that, you bastard? Was my dance… Thrilling enough for you?!"
Silence. After a brief pause, the finger of the mangled Madara inside the crater suddenly twitched.
Cough, cough…
A violent fit of coughing echoed out. Madara's somewhat unfocused Rinnegan refocused on Garp's face. He wanted to laugh, but even a slight movement aggravated his thoroughly shattered body.
"Hah… haha…" Madara's voice was hoarse and weak, yet it carried an unprecedented fervor. "Good… Very good…"
Madara struggled to raise his half-severed arm, pointing at the demon-like man standing above him. Even after being beaten to this state, even with his dignity as a "god" ground into the dirt, there was no anger in Madara's eyes. There was only the ecstatic, maniacal thrill of a man who had discovered a peerless treasure.
"I acknowledge you… In terms of Taijutsu… Of all the people I've fought, no one surpasses you!! Even Hashirama Senju, purely in terms of physical destructive power, is inferior to you right now!!"
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