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Chapter 420: Ultimate Taijutsu: Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack!
"Perish."
Imu gently pressed her finger downward.
A sky full of light rained down like countless white lasers, covering Garp's location with no blind spots, carrying a momentum intent on plowing the entire island.
Back on the Foosha Village tavern. Everyone held their breath. There was absolutely no place to hide from an attack with that kind of range and density!
Kizaru pushed up his sunglasses, the corner of his mouth turning slightly bitter. "How terrifying… against an attack of this density, even elementalization would leave you riddled with holes."
On the deserted island. Faced with this world-destroying rain of light, Garp stood his ground without moving. He even stuck his pinky finger into his nostril to dig around.
"Is this the so-called… power of a god?" Garp grinned widely, revealing his yellowing teeth. "Why is it so soft and mushy, like a little girl!"
The next second, Garp moved. But he didn't dodge. He merely raised his right hand, bearing the golden sun mark, and violently threw a punch toward the sky.
There were no flashy movements. Just an ordinary, straightforward punch.
But the instant this punch was thrown, the air behind Garp suddenly warped. Countless purple chakra fist silhouettes materialized out of thin air in this moment, overlapping, compressing, and finally transforming into a terrifying shockwave capable of crushing the void!
Kaguya Otsutsuki's Ultimate Taijutsu—Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack!
RUMBLE!!!
The purple fist silhouettes surged upward against the current like a roaring, angry dragon, crashing directly into the sky full of white rain of light.
A cacophony of crackling explosions echoed endlessly. Those light spheres, capable of destroying warships, were crushed into powder the instant they met the purple fist silhouettes, like eggs smashing against rocks!
The momentum of the punch didn't diminish. It tore through the rain of light, tore through the atmosphere, and headed straight for Imu in mid-air.
On Imu's perpetually cold and indifferent face, a trace of fluctuation finally appeared.
"Hmm?"
She crossed her arms protectively over her chest, the white aura forming a thick barrier.
THUD——!!!
The muffled sound of impact made everyone far away in Foosha Village feel their hearts tighten. Imu was blasted flying backward for hundreds of meters by the punch, dragging a long white trail through the air, only managing to stop after smashing through a small mountain peak.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere.
Inside the tavern, there was dead silence.
"Gurararara! A direct hit!" Whitebeard slammed his wine jug onto the table, laughing so hard his mustache trembled.
The power of that punch—even if he took it head-on during his prime, he reckoned he'd still break two ribs.
This was the "Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack." Combined with Garp's fiercely tempered Armament Haki, this was simply the most unreasonable aesthetic of violence!
Within the ruins of the deserted island.
Crash.
Rubble flew apart. Imu slowly floated out.
There were a few holes in her long robe, and some dust on her arms, but… she was completely unscathed.
That "Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack," capable of crushing a Complete Body Susanoo, merely left her looking slightly disheveled?
"This is the disparity." Behind the bar counter, Blake shook his head, taking a sip of coffee.
Garp had indeed become stronger, outrageously strong. But Imu possessed the foundation of eight hundred years. She had converted eight hundred years of life force entirely into the "Ki" of that world. With that volume of energy reserves, even a pig could fly into the sky and become a divine pig god.
This was level suppression.
Imu looked at the bit of dust on her arm, her face so dark it could drip water.
"You have succeeded in enraging me."
Hum—!
Imu extended a single finger. Above her fingertip, a blinding point of red light rapidly gathered. That was a highly compressed Ki Blast.
"Die!"
A red beam of light instantly pierced the air, moving so fast that even Observation Haki could only catch an afterimage.
Too fast! This simply wasn't a speed belonging to the pirate world!
Garp's pupils contracted violently. He wanted to dodge, but this newly restored body seemed unable to keep up with his brain's reaction time.
Pfft!
The red light pierced straight through Garp's left shoulder. Blood splattered.
That shoulder, possessing a "Sage Body" and defensive capabilities comparable to steel, was actually easily pierced through like tofu!
The massive impact force carried Garp's body backward, smashing heavily into the ground and plowing a deep trench hundreds of meters long.
"Vice Admiral Garp!" Aokiji shouted instinctively, his cold air instantly freezing the floorboards beneath his feet.
Imu didn't stop. She looked down from above, her finger tapping repeatedly. Over a dozen more beams of death light mercilessly bombarded Garp in the deep trench.
She had truly decided to kill. Forget sparring, forget testing. The only fate for an ant who dared to dirty a god with dust was to be turned into ashes!
Boom, boom, boom, boom—!
The earth wept. The entire deserted island trembled violently, as if it would sink into the seabed the next second.
"Too weak." Imu retracted her finger, looking at the mushroom clouds rising below, her eyes filled with disdain. "Some powers, even when given to a monkey, still just result in a monkey swinging a broadsword."
However. Just as she was preparing to turn and leave, a wild burst of laughter echoed from the billowing thick smoke.
"Bwahahahaha!"
"Thrilling! Truly fucking thrilling!"
Whoosh—
A gust of wild wind blew away the smoke and dust. Garp stood bare-chested, the horrifying bloody hole on his left shoulder writhing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
That was the recovery effect of the Six Paths: Yang Power! Although not as perverse as the Horse Talisman, as long as he wasn't decapitated instantly, physical injuries like this simply couldn't kill a person.
Garp wiped the trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes actually burning even brighter.
"Hey, you sitting on the Empty Throne…"
"Are you only capable of hiding far away and shooting that harmless squirt gun like a sissy?"
Garp stomped his foot.
BOOM!
The ground shattered, forming a large crater. He transformed into a streak of black lightning, charging straight into the sky.
If he couldn't win a beam struggle, then he'd get in close for hand-to-hand combat! This was Garp's battle creed for his entire life!
"Court death." Imu gave a cold harrumph, advancing instead of retreating.
Although she wasn't skilled in close combat, with that terrifying "Ki" protecting her body, she was a humanoid nuclear bomb. Even if she just slammed into someone with her body, she could smash them to pieces.
The two figures crashed together in mid-air.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There were no exquisite techniques. Just a fist-to-flesh brawl.
Garp's fists were wrapped in the black lightning of his Haki and purple chakra, every punch carrying the momentum to smash space itself. Imu, on the other hand, simply and crudely enveloped her entire body in Ki, tanking Garp's attacks head-on, and then countered with a backhanded Ki Blast.
Clusters of brilliant explosions bloomed in the sky. From a distance, it looked like two shooting stars continuously colliding.
But anyone with a discerning eye could tell. Garp was at an absolute disadvantage.
When Imu's punch landed on Garp, Garp would cough up a mouthful of blood, and several of his bones would break. But when Garp's punch landed on Imu, the vast majority of the force was neutralized by that thick layer of aura, only managing to make Imu sway slightly.
It was like a fully armed special forces soldier engaging in hand-to-hand combat with a second-generation rich kid driving a tank.
You have techniques, you have killer moves. But the other guy's armor is too thick, and his cannon is too fierce!
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