The Conqueror's Haki erupting from Sengoku tore through the clouds, and that resolute will to sacrifice everything made the entire battlefield tremble.
Garp stood on the ruins of the execution platform, green steam and lightning intertwining around him. Facing this terrifying aura, the expression on his face became complicated.
"Sengoku..."
He looked at his old friend, who had taken off his cloak, and at that face full of determination, an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart.
This man was his lifelong best friend.
From greenhorn youths in Marine school, to comrades fighting side-by-side for decades, to now standing as adversaries on opposite ends of the world.
They had experienced life-and-death struggles together in God Valley, witnessed the downfall of the Rocks Pirates together, and entrusted their backs to each other in countless battles.
But now... Garp's gaze swept over Ace behind him, his Grandson whose face was streaked with tears.
He took a deep breath, telling himself that this was merely a copy world, a certain possibility of the future.
Nothing was real.
Including Sengoku before him.
Including the Marine soldiers lying in pools of blood.
Including this extremely tragic war.
If that was the case... facing this Haoshoku capable of making heaven and earth lose their color, the wild laughter on Garp's face not only didn't subside but became even more unrestrained!
"BWAHAHAHAHA!"
He roared with laughter, his voice echoing throughout the entire battlefield!
"That's more like it, Sengoku!"
The green steam on his body erupted, and blue-purple lightning danced wildly!
An equally wild and extreme Haoshoku surged skyward from him!
The two wills clashed violently in mid-air!
Rumble—!
The sky split open!
A huge crack spread outwards from the center of the collision, tearing the clear blue sky in half!
The ice surface of Marineford shattered inch by inch, and the seawater churned, raising monstrous waves in the vibration!
"W-what is this?!"
The Marine soldiers looked at the crack in the sky in horror, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Th-the sky split open?!"
The Whitebeard Pirates were also dumbfounded.
Even the Shichibukai, at this moment, all changed their expressions.
Hawkeye Mihawk's hand gripping his sword tightened slightly, his sharp eyes fixed on the crack in the sky.
Empress Hancock subconsciously took half a step back.
Doflamingo's laughter stopped, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Hey, hey, hey... what kind of joke is this..."
His voice was trembling.
"This level of collision..."
Whitebeard stopped his movements, a solemn expression appearing on his wrinkled old face.
"Gurararara..."
He chuckled deeply, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Sengoku and Garp.
"These two old geezers..."
"That bastard..."
"He's really going all out against Sengoku."
Marine Garp also stopped his movements. He too looked up, a complex expression on his face.
A moment later.
He suddenly laughed.
"BWAHAHAHA!"
"This old man is indeed still this old man!"
Whitebeard looked at him and suddenly asked, "Aren't you going to stop him?"
Marine Garp shook his head.
"That's his choice."
He looked up at the crack in the sky.
"And..."
"This old man also wants to see."
"If this old man had chosen another path back then, how far would he have gone."
Whitebeard fell silent.
A moment later, he raised the naginata in his hand.
"Then let's continue."
"Gurararara! Let this old man see how hard the marine hero's fists are!"
The confrontation between Sengoku and Garp had entered its final stage.
Two Haoshoku were violently crushing each other in mid-air, trying to completely overwhelm the opponent!
But neither Sengoku nor Garp showed any signs of backing down!
Their wills, at this moment, reached the peak of their lives!
Finally.
Sengoku moved.
His figure vanished from his original spot, moving so fast that not even an afterimage was left!
The next instant, he had appeared in front of Garp!
No techniques.
Only one punch.
A punch of pure extremity!
Upon that fist, the dark Armament Haki was so dense it seemed solid, and golden shockwaves pulsed wildly outside the Haki!
Garp roared with laughter, unleashing a punch of his own!
Green steam, blue-purple lightning, dark Armament Haki—three forces merged on his fist!
Boom—!
The two fists collided violently in mid-air!
Time froze at this moment.
The next instant.
A shockwave powerful enough to destroy everything erupted, centered on the two of them!
Rumble rumble rumble—!
The ice shattered!
The ground collapsed!
Everything within several hundred meters was reduced to dust by the sweeping shockwave!
Even the warships in the distance were overturned by the aftermath, rocking violently on the sea surface!
Aokiji was sent reeling back by the shockwave, his face filled with horror.
"This power..."
He muttered to himself.
"It has already surpassed the limits of humanity..."
The smoke and dust cleared.
Two figures still stood in their original positions.
Sengoku's fist and Garp's fist were pressed tightly together.
Both their faces showed ferocious smiles.
"Sengoku!"
Garp roared.
"You've finally gotten serious!"
Sengoku did not reply.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and the power in his fist surged again!
"Then let me see!"
Garp laughed wildly, the green steam on his body erupting!
"How heavy your justice truly is!"
The two forces clashed wildly again!
The crack in the sky grew larger and larger!
Red lightning illuminated Marineford, making it tremble!
This legendary duel entered its most tragic phase!
And at the center of the shockwave.
Sengoku's expression changed drastically.
He could clearly feel the power emanating from the opponent's fist, slowly suppressing him.
That power was too pure.
So pure that it lacked any technique, any flashiness.
Only the most primitive, most violent brute force!
Crack—!
Beneath Sengoku's feet, the ice surface shattered inch by inch.
His body began to retreat uncontrollably.
Garp laughed wildly, the power in his fist surging again!
"BWAHAHAHA!"
"Sengoku!"
"This is this old man's current power!"
He let out a roar, and the green steam and lightning on his body exploded!
"This old man now..."
"Is very strong!"
As his words fell, he exerted force violently!
Bang!
Sengoku's feet continued to slide backward on the ice, plowing a gully dozens of meters long.
"Fleet Admiral!"
Aokiji's expression changed drastically, cold air surging wildly from him as he tried to rush forward to assist.
On the distant sea surface, a golden light flickered.
Kizaru's figure materialized from light particles.
He stood at the top of a warship's mast, hands in his pockets, a rare hint of conflict on his lewd face.
"Wai wai wai..."
He squinted, watching the earth-shattering duel in the distance.
Watching Sengoku being repelled.
Watching Garp, bathed in lightning and green steam.
"Is it really necessary to fight to this extent...?"