"Overlord's Might·Kai!"
This attack, he had just developed during his desperate training on the historical texts!
Perfectly blending Wave Force with the unique exertion techniques of the Giant Race.
Compared to the original Overlord's Might, its destructive power had reached a new level!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Underneath their feet, the seabed, separated by two to three kilometers, was collapsing layer by layer under the terrifying pressure. Garp and Shano's gazes locked, the distance between them shrinking intensely.
The surrounding Supreme King and Armament entangled lightning reflected a beast-like ferocity in their pupils, but the grimaces on their faces grew wider, twisting and terrifying their features.
And at that moment, their fists finally collided fiercely!
Rumble——!!!
At the instant the fists clashed, the concept of time seemed obliterated.
Black and red lightning and waves wove into a twisting black pillar, piercing the sky like a rampaging black dragon, tearing massive rings of holes in the clouds.
Centered on the collision point, the more than hundred-thousand-square-meter ice field exploded under the immense impact!
Countless thick water columns shot into the sky, turned into torrential rain, and mingled with the shattered ice surface, raising an endless white mist that obscured vision.
"Whoa——!"
Even having retreated several kilometers away, the people on the warship and the Endgame were tossed about by the shock, the deck shaking violently, and the mast groaning under the strain.
"This—that's just ridiculous?!"
Nami clung tightly to Ah Yin to prevent herself from being blown away by the fierce wind, her face pale, "To be able to fight like this with big brother, is that old man truly human?!"
"Hey, you got it backward!"
Smoker couldn't help but turn his head, "Shouldn't you be saying, is Shano really human, to be able to match Old Man Garp with just pure Body Techniques?!"
After all, that's Mr. Garp, who shook the seas for decades and once chased Pirate King Roger all over the place!
Though the two were just sparring, and Garp clearly wasn't going all out, to achieve this was still formidable!
Moreover, considering the captain is only eighteen years old…
That's even more terrifying!
"So this is… the pinnacle of world-class combat…"
In a corner, Robin absentmindedly stared at the distant black-red pillar that pierced the sky, muttering to herself.
In her arms, Nuomi shivered with fear, nestled in the deepest fold of her embrace, not daring to peek out.
Peeking out with difficulty, only to meet Ah Yin's disdainful gaze nearby.
Wuwu, damn it!
I wish I could grow up faster, to be of help!
Nuomi glared back in anger, biting down hard. Her snow-white body suddenly shimmered slightly, as if some change was about to occur.
Unfortunately.
All eyes were on the colossal battle far away, no one paying attention to it.
...
The black-red Supreme King lightning finally dispersed, and the thick fog on the sea gradually receded, revealing a devastated battlefield.
The ice field that once extended as far as the eye could see had completely vanished.
Garp lay on a barely floating piece of ice, gasping for air, his chest covered with blood streaks. The Cloak of Justice was long gone, leaving only a few tattered remnants hanging from his shoulders.
His mouth splattered blood profusely as if he had diarrhea.
But his eyes, gazing at the sky, remained bright and even carried a sense of joyous laughter.
On the other side, Shano's injuries were far more severe.
Half of his body was submerged in the cold sea water, his right arm nearly useless, with the white bone protruding through the flesh at the elbow joint, exposed chillingly. Blood continuously spread, dyeing the surrounding water dark red.
Although his left arm could barely move, his fingers were twisted and deformed, the joints mangled, apparently bearing the unimaginable counterforce from the clash earlier.
What was even more shocking was his chest.
A hideous crack extended from under his neck all the way to his abdomen, with muscle tissue faintly visible beneath the skin, and through the wound, separated by a thin membrane, one could even see the faintly beating heart.
"Huff… wheeze…"
The boy's breathing was weak and irregular, each breath accompanied by foamy blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, indicating severe internal injuries.
The sea wind howled, lifting tiny fragments of ice.
Both of them turned their heads, gazing across the fractured ice field, Garp's mouth twisted into a wild grin.
"Hahaha! How is it, brat… can you still stand?"
Shano glanced at him.
Snorting, without a word, he did a kip-up with his legs, standing up with support.
Though swaying slightly, after a few seconds of staggering, he managed to stand steadily.
"Hey, don't push it!" Garp exclaimed in shock and anger, "I was just teasing, you can't take risks like this, it can cause big trouble… huh?"
The old man suddenly widened his eyes.
But right before his eyes.
Glug glug——
Amidst the eerie sound of squirming flesh, Shano's broken bones in his right arm automatically realigned, muscle fibers entwining like living organisms, the wound healing at a visible speed.
The ghastly crack on his chest began to close as well, tissue rapidly regenerating beneath the skin, and even the wound nearly touching his heart scabbed and peeled off within seconds, revealing new, tender skin.
"This…"
Garp's pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly sat up straight.