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Chapter 415: A Chewing Sound in the Depths of Despair
Sizzle—
Accompanied by the scalp-numbing sound of writhing flesh, a massive amount of white steam suddenly erupted from Madara's mangled, incomplete wounds.
White Zetsu's cells! The endless vitality of the Ten-Tails!
Fleshy tendrils grew madly. Bones rapidly restructured. Even the flesh that had been annihilated by spatial forces was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye! In just a few breaths, Madara's missing left arm had already grown halfway back!
Despair. A bottomless despair instantly shrouded all the Marine Admirals present.
"Are… are you kidding me…" The face of Kizaru, who usually wore a sleazy smirk, was now deathly pale. "Even a monster-like attack like that… Couldn't kill him? Is this… the power of the Six Paths level? Is this what they call a 'god'?!"
An enemy like this, who simply couldn't be beaten to death and could regenerate infinitely. It was an absolute nightmare for any warrior!
"Stop daydreaming!!" Sengoku suddenly roared.
He gently laid Garp on the ground, then abruptly stood up. In those normally steady eyes, an unprecedented killing intent now burned.
"Garp did everything he possibly could! He thoroughly shattered this monster's defenses! Madara is at his weakest right now! If we let him recover, Garp's kick will have been for nothing!!"
BOOM!!!
Sengoku's Justice cloak whipped violently in the air. Golden Buddha light erupted from his body once more. Even though his stamina was near exhaustion, and even though his golden body had been battered and riddled with holes by Madara, in this moment, the Fleet Admiral of the Marines displayed his true aura of command.
"Akainu! Aokiji! Kizaru! Whatever trump cards you have left, bring them all out right now!! Turn his cells, his soul, every last strand of his hair… Grind it all to dust!!!"
"Ooohhhoooohhh!!!!"
Jolted awake by Sengoku's roar, a ruthless resolve exploded in the eyes of the three Admirals who had succumbed to despair. It was true. They had already fought this hard. If they lost, how could they ever show their faces in Foosha Village again? How could they face that old bastard who had traded his life to create this opportunity?!
"This cockroach-like vitality… It really makes me sick!" Akainu gritted his teeth, the Zanka no Tachi in his hand igniting with terrifying heat once more.
Though he couldn't unleash the full power of "Tenchi Kaijin" like before, the extreme, condensed heat on the blade was still enough to warp vision.
"Then I'll burn you until you can't grow back anymore! Bankai! Zanka no Tachi, North: Tenchi Kaijin!!!"
Akainu's figure vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he was directly above Madara. With that slash, it looked as if a charred wound had been sliced across the very sky.
"What a pain… Since physical attacks just heal… I'll just dismantle you at the molecular level~" Kizaru stopped holding back.
He pressed his hands together, pouring every last drop of chakra left in his body into the transparent cube. Photons vibrated. Atoms broke down.
"Particle Style: Dust Release: Atomic Dismantling Jutsu: Maximum Power!!!"
A massive white beam of light followed right behind Akainu, aimed straight for Madara's remains.
"Me too." Aokiji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Although half of his body was shattered and currently supported entirely by ice, the chill in his eyes was colder than ever before.
"Ice Time: Absolute Zero Capsule!"
Crack, crack, crack—
Countless ice thorns surged from all directions, sealing off all of Madara's escape routes.
In this moment, all the highest combat forces of Marine Headquarters, atop the wasteland of this alternate world, unleashed the most supreme, perfect combined attack of their entire lives! Fire! Dust Release! Frost! Shockwaves! Four world-destroying powers, like four roaring giant dragons, carrying absolute, murderous resolve, smashed violently toward the regenerating "god"!
They were risking their lives. They were gambling. Gambling that this impossible output could overwhelm that damned "Six Paths level" regeneration speed!
However, as time ticked by, despair began to slowly creep back into everyone's hearts.
"Hah… haha…" From within the mass of mangled flesh engulfed in light and flames, Madara's hoarse yet still arrogant laughter echoed. "It's useless… Human power has its limits, after all."
In the center of the destructive bombardment, although Madara's body was constantly being destroyed, it never completely vanished. The skin scorched by Akainu would slough off the next second, replaced by fresh pink flesh. The bones dismantled by Kizaru would reconnect in the blink of an eye, becoming even harder. That regeneration speed was even beginning to surpass the Marines' rate of destruction!
"How is this possible…" Akainu panted heavily, the Zanka no Tachi in his hand even beginning to dim due to his depleting Haki. His stamina was bottoming out.
"Is this… the power of a god?" The beam of light in Kizaru's hands began to sputter; his sleazy face was drenched in sweat. "We're reaching our limits too…"
Sengoku's giant Buddha form was shrinking, a sign of severe overexertion of both chakra and stamina. Yet, in the eye of the storm, Madara seemed to be handling it with increasing ease. He even had the spare energy to raise his newly-regenerated right hand, flipping off the crowd with his middle finger.
"Is this all you have?" Madara sneered, his Rinnegan flashing with the cruel amusement of a cat toying with mice. "I must admit, you are indeed very strong. To push me this far, I can't help but admire your tenacity. But… What a pity."
Madara's aura spiked drastically; the Six Paths power erupted like a tsunami, forcefully prying open a sliver of space between the four surrounding attacks!
"I possess the endless chakra of the Ten-Tails. I possess the immortal, indestructible body of the Six Paths. And what about you?" Madara swept his contemptuous gaze over the group of faltering Marine Admirals. "How much longer can your Haki hold out? How many more minutes can your stamina support you? The moment you collapse from exhaustion… Will be the moment I, Madara Uchiha, pronounce your death sentence!!!"
BOOM!!!
Madara shook violently, a terrifying repulsive force erupting that actually blasted the four exhausted men several meters back. Akainu staggered to one knee, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Kizaru dropped his Dust Release entirely, gasping for air in great heaves, lacking the strength to even lift a finger.
We lost. This was the first thought that flashed through everyone's minds.
Even after going this far. Even after Garp laid down his life. Were mortals ultimately incapable of slaying a god?
Inside the Foosha Village tavern, the previously blood-pumping atmosphere was now as cold as an ice cellar. Kaido clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh.
"Damn it… just a little bit more! How thick is that bastard's health bar?!"
Doflamingo's face was filled with unwillingness as he cursed through gritted teeth: "Is this level suppression? A gimmick boss! He's definitely a gimmick boss!"
Everyone stared at the unassailable figure on the screen, feeling an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
On the battlefield, Madara floated in mid-air, looking down on this group of losers from on high. His body was mostly repaired, and aside from a slightly pale face, he looked entirely unscathed.
"It's over." Madara slowly raised his hand, a pitch-black Truth-Seeking Orb forming in his palm. The power contained within it was enough to wipe out the present Marines a hundred times over. "For bringing me such immense amusement, as your reward… I'll send you all on your way together."
A cruel arc formed on Madara's lips. However, just as he prepared to hurl the Truth-Seeking Orb and end it all…
Crunch.
An extremely abrupt, crisp chewing sound suddenly rang out across the dead-silent battlefield. The sound wasn't loud. But to Madara's acute hearing, it was as piercing as thunder.
At a time like this, why is there the sound of someone eating? Madara subconsciously frowned. Had someone gone mad from hunger?
He looked in the direction of the sound. Only to see that at the edge of the massive crater in the distance, that "corpse" which had been burned to a crisp and should have been completely dead long ago… At some point, had moved!
It was Garp.
Right now, he was still in that miserable, blackened, cracked state. Even the rising and falling of his chest had stopped. But his right hand, with an incredibly stiff yet exceptionally resolute posture, had slowly raised to his mouth.
And between his fingertips, he held an inconspicuous, green bean resembling a fava bean.
A Senzu Bean?! Sengoku's eyes widened dramatically in the distance, as if remembering something, his breathing abruptly halting.
Garp, you old bastard…
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