"You dare look down on me? Who do you think you are?"
The Third Raikage let out a thunderous roar. The Lightning Release chakra that had vanished suddenly surged back out, shining even brighter and condensing more fiercely than before.
"You're nothing but a remnant of a bygone age. In this era, there isn't a single village in the shinobi world capable of bearing someone like you."
Everyone on the battlefield felt their vision blur and their ears ring.
In that instant, the Third Raikage, now fully entering his Lightning Release Chakra Mode, had already raised his left hand like a razor-sharp blade of lightning and thrust it straight into Garp's chest.
With the Third Raikage's monstrous physical strength, combined with Lightning Release Chakra Mode, even without performing any taijutsu, every casual movement carried terrifying destructive power.
The moment his hand blade pierced forward, the air around them thickened instantly.
The next second, with a deafening blast, the violent eruption of power churned the air like the surface of a lake, sending out expanding rings of crackling lightning ripples that made onlookers' hearts tremble.
"Lord Garp…."
Other than Tsunade, who had absolute faith in Garp, every Konoha shinobi looked worried.
"Even a hero of the shinobi world wouldn't survive taking Lord Raikage's attack head-on."
In contrast, the shinobi of Kumogakure all showed joy.
After Garp's overwhelming entrance and his earlier suppression of the Third Raikage, many of them had been deeply anxious.
A man's name is like the shadow of a tree.
And the man before them was the foremost titan of the Warring States Period.
A hero who single-handedly brought an end to that chaotic age, an age overflowing with monsters and legends. How could they not fear him?
Even though the era had changed and countless years had passed since the Warring States period, the legendary words "Iron Fist" were still like an immovable mountain pressing on every shinobi's heart.
But as the rolling smoke finally dissipated, the expressions, and emotions, of the two sides instantly flipped.
A moment ago, Danzo and the others had been shaking with fear, terrified that the long-awaited Iron Fist might pass away on the battlefield simply because he'd fallen asleep.
The next moment, their faces were filled with shock… followed by explosive joy and reverence.
On the opposite side, the shinobi of Kumo all turned deathly pale.
Even though the center of the battlefield was still shrouded in dust and only Hizashi could see clearly, everyone heard it,
Garp was snoring.
"N-No way…"
The Third Raikage stared blankly at his own left hand, still wrapped in crackling Lightning Release chakra.
His palm was pressed firmly against Garp's chest. Yet not only had he failed to make a hole, he hadn't even torn a single thread of Garp's black suit.
And Garp?
The Third Raikage looked up and saw that the man who'd taken his blow head-on was still asleep. He hadn't woken up at all.
The initial shock vanished instantly, replaced by rage that could burn the world to ash.
This was a battlefield.
Yet this man was still sleeping.
Just how little did he think of A?
"Hell Stab!"
Lightning erupted wildly from the Third Raikage's entire body as he raised his hand again, extending four fingers like four unstoppable spears of thunder, and once more drove them at Garp's chest.
There was no sound of muscle tearing… no organs rupturing… no bones breaking.
There was only the ear piercing clang of metal striking metal.
"Are you kidding me?"
Third Raikage's expression grew darker and darker.
His Hell Stab could pierce mountains, yet when his strongest spear struck Garp's body moments ago, it felt like he'd stabbed a mountain of steel.
Not only did he accomplish nothing,
He realized his fingers were faintly hurting.
Yes.
Hurting.
Since he had become the Third Raikage, he could not even remember the last time he felt this sensation.
Even without Lightning Release Chakra Mode, his body was already monstrously tough.
Below the level of ultimate techniques, he rarely bothered to dodge, he simply endured everything head on.
But now, even after unleashing his strongest spear and wearing his strongest shield, he felt pain while attacking.
Pop!
A bubble of drool in front of Garp's mouth suddenly burst, as if unable to withstand the Third Raikage's attack.
"Yaaawn… Raikage brat, were you the one who woke me up? Sorry. I'm getting old… I tend to fall asleep anywhere. Alright then…. You can start attacking now…."
Garp opened his bleary eyes, rubbed his eyelids lazily, looking as if he had just crawled out of a deep nap.
"..."
Silence.
Absolute, deathly silence.
The battlefield, which had moments ago been filled with screams, explosions, and the sounds of killing, became utterly still.
Even the fall of a needle would've been heard clearly.
Garp's sleepy expression… and that casual line, "You can start attacking now," shook every shinobi to their core.
All the Third Raikage's attacks, Garp treated them as attempts to wake him up, not as actual attacks.
That single line made it clear to every shinobi present:
Garp had truly been asleep.
He had genuinely not noticed that the Third Raikage standing right in front of him had already launched several full power assaults.
The Third Raikage said nothing. His face darkened to the color of iron as he curled in his right pinky finger.
Such a tiny movement. Yet the lightning wrapped around his right hand became even more violent.
In the next instant, he flashed forward and thrust with all his strength directly at Garp's forehead.
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