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Chapter 418: Imu Descends: Garp, Roll Out Here and Be My Punching Bag!
"Sengoku!"
"I feel like right now, even if you tied a hundred Kaidos together, it wouldn't be enough for me to fight with one hand!"
In the corner, Kaido's face turned green, but he didn't dare utter a single sound. He truly believed now that Garp could literally beat his dragon guts out with a single punch!
The five highest combat forces of the Marines had, in this moment, completely achieved their metamorphosis into "gods." They stood in the center of the tavern, the terrifying coercion radiating from their bodies making it incredibly difficult for even Red-Haired Shanks and his crew to breathe.
"The Marines… are invincible." Morgans hid beneath a table, frantically mashing the shutter on his camera, his hands shaking like a leaf.
This world was about to face a total reshuffle!
However.
Just as all the pirates fell into despair, and the World Government's Imu was going mad with jealousy, Blake, behind the bar, heard a system notification in his mind that only he could hear.
[Ding! Host has completed the large-scale raid settlement!]
[Congratulations to the Host on acquiring the ultimate reward—[Otsutsuki Clan Omnipotent Godhood (including all core abilities)]!]
The cold mechanical voice detonated in his mind without warning. Behind the bar counter, Blake's hand holding the pure black coffee paused slightly.
Immediately following that. A vast, mighty power that simply could not be described with words exploded violently in the deepest reaches of his soul!
There were no terrifying phenomena of the earth shaking and mountains swaying. Nor was there any blindingly brilliant light. There was only an ultimate leap in his level of existence!
He had already consumed the God Tree Fruit, his body overflowing with boundless chakra. He possessed the top-tier three forms of Haki on this sea, and possessed all the Breathing Styles from Demon Slayer. He even grasped the Gnosis belonging to the Anemo Archon from the world of Genshin Impact.
But at this moment, these staggeringly complex and terrifying powers began to perfectly weave and fuse together under the command of the Omnipotent Godhood! Deep within Blake's clear, silver eyes, it seemed as if countless galaxies were being born and destroyed.
Blake slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, gently setting down his coffee cup. A remarkably lazy curve hooked the corner of his lips.
Nice. He silently uttered those two words in his heart.
By this point, rewards of this level were really just icing on the cake for a behind-the-scenes boss like him. After all, the monstrous stat panel stacked upon him had long since exceeded this world's capacity to comprehend.
However, this sensation of continuous refinement, of his strength expanding infinitely toward higher dimensions as if he could control all creation, was still wonderful. If he wished it now, with a casual snap of his fingers, he could uproot the Red Line ten thousand meters in the sky, ball it up, and throw it into outer space to play with as a meteorite.
But he didn't do that. After all, the good show had only just begun, and these endless cash cows still needed to be milked. The entertainment had to be enjoyed slowly.
In the main hall, Garp's deafening, maniacal laughter was nearly blowing the wooden roof off Makino's tavern!
This old madman was now inflated to the extreme. He held up his right hand, stamped with the golden sun mark, high in the air. He merely clenched his five fingers casually!
Crackle, pop!
The surrounding space actually let out a series of ear-piercing detonations, like glass unable to bear a heavy load!
"Red-Haired brat!"
"Wanna come out and spar with me?!"
Garp grinned, flashing a mouthful of pearly white teeth, pointing directly at Shanks not far away in public provocation, just like an old hooligan.
Shanks' face turned green, the corners of his mouth twitching frantically. He subconsciously covered his famous sword "Gryphon" at his waist, shrinking backward.
Spar, your ass!
My Divine Departure couldn't even withstand a "Normal Punch" from that Caped Baldy!
You just literally tore apart a Complete Body Susanoo hundreds of meters tall with your bare hands on a live broadcast!
And you want me to spar with you?
Am I fucking mentally deficient, or do I just have a death wish?!
The entire Red Hair Pirates crew very tacitly lowered their heads to stare at the floor, collectively playing dead.
In another corner, Kaido of the Beasts crushed the large bowl in his hand, his eyes so red they were nearly dripping blood.
"Damn it! Damn it!!"
"I want to run high-level raids too!"
"I want to twist that Madara Uchiha whatever-his-name-is's head off and use it as a wine jug!"
Kaido's heavy, nasal breaths spewed sparks. Jealousy made his massive dragon body tremble uncontrollably. Whitebeard also took a massive gulp of strong liquor, his eyes filled with unconcealed, fanatical battle intent.
Everyone understood. The structure of this world had been completely shattered this afternoon. These monsters from Marine Headquarters were now basically cheating on top of cheating!
Who the hell could stand against them?!
But right at this moment.
A chilling aura that made the scalps of every top-tier powerhouse present go numb suddenly and madly permeated from the deepest shadow corner of the tavern! It was the extremely twisted, terrifying killing intent of a solitary god who had been offended by ants!
Step.
Step.
Step.
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed abruptly in the noisy main hall. It felt as if they were stepping on everyone's hearts. The originally raucous tavern instantly plunged into a dead-like silence.
Even Garp, who had been insufferably arrogant just a moment ago, slowly lowered his arm, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Imu, draped in a voluminous black robe, slowly emerged from the shadows.
Beneath Imu's black robe at this moment, an invisible, practically tangible terrifying energy was madly surging. That was "Ki." It was the power system she had forcefully refined through the basic rewards given by the system after her dimensional-downgrade defeat by Piccolo!
She had poured the massive life force he had accumulated over her eight hundred years of ruling entirely into it. Today's Imu was like a terrifying nuclear bomb charged to its absolute limit. That energy was simply too vast. So vast that she felt she only needed to blow a breath to tear all these so-called Great Pirates before him into pieces.
The previous humiliation, fear, and the shadow of being one-shotted in three seconds were entirely wiped away by this absolute inflation of power.
She was was incredibly thirsty right now. Thirsty to find a sufficiently sturdy punching bag to vent this divine mighty power that felt like it was going to burst her body!
Imu's eyes, containing cold indifference and brutality, swept over the monsters in the tavern as if surveying garbage. His gaze landed on Kaido of the Beasts. Kaido instinctively stiffened, the dragon scales on his back involuntarily standing on end.
Too weak. Imu sneered inwardly. A beast like this, relying solely on the brute strength of a Mythical Zoan, couldn't even withstand a casual Ki Blast from him now.
His gaze swept over Whitebeard Newgate. Whitebeard tightly gripped his Murakumogiri, his expression incredibly grave.
Still too weak. What of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit? Before absolute "Ki," he would be crushed into bloody mist before he could even get within a meter.
As for Red-Haired Shanks and that Doflamingo trembling in the corner? Two jumping clowns. They didn't even have the qualifications to make him look at them straight on.
An indescribable boredom and emptiness welled up in Imu's heart. Were the people of the world he had ruled for eight hundred years all such fragile trash? How utterly uninteresting.
Just when she thought no one in this world was fit to be his touchstone anymore, his gaze stopped on the old man still picking his nose in front of the bar.
Monkey D. Garp.
Imu's pupils contracted slightly. The very moment her gaze touched Garp, the "Ki" churning like a vast ocean within his body actually produced an incredibly slight palpitation!
It was a frantic warning from biological instinct!
Imu stared fixedly at the faintly glowing golden sun mark Garp had just acquired on his right arm.
Danger. An extremely obscure, yet absolutely genuine aura of danger!
This old madman, who had just torn apart a god in the light screen and received Blake's so-called "Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack" reward, actually made him, the high and mighty King of the World, feel a trace of threat!
"Interesting…" Imu's hoarse and cold voice echoed in the dead-silent main hall.
She slowly pulled back the black hood on her head. Revealing an androgynous, pale face that was nevertheless brimming with endless coercion.
"Monkey D. Garp." Imu called him by his full name, her tone carrying unquestionable charity and arrogance.
"Step out."
"Serve as my punching bag this once."
"Let me see if that crude power you obtained from here can withstand a single one of my fingers."
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