"Boom!!"
Garp stepped down, the ground shook violently, and a massive fist swept across, striking straight toward Carlo's face.
His punch was grand, upright, and straightforward!
What seemed like an extremely ordinary straight punch actually contained the concept of justice that Garp adhered to.
A single punch fell! Overwhelming power!!
This is—
"Fist Bone! Honest Impact!!"
In the air in front of Carlo, the air was violently blasted apart by Garp's fist.
A wild wind rose from the ground, blowing away sand and stones everywhere.
"Bring it on!"
Carlo didn't reach for the heavenly dragon halberd; like Garp, he struck a standard punching stance.
With his left fist held at his waist and his right fist striking out levelly.
This punch felt like it took him back to the training grounds of Marineford, back to those days and nights of sweating profusely.
It was the most ordinary punch.
It was also the punch he had thrown the most!
This punch was also learned from Garp—
"Fist Bone! Honest Impact!!"
One was a black-haired elder in a white military uniform and a white cloak, representing the justice of the Marines!
The other was a white-haired young pirate in a black Captain's coat and a black cloak, representing evil!
At this moment, they both threw the exact same punch toward each other!
Their tightly clenched right fists didn't target any other body parts but collided directly in mid-air.
Like two warships heading toward each other.
Unstoppable, they collided with a roar!
"Boom!!"
A violent gust from the punches exploded.
Pure flesh colliding with flesh produced a dull explosion.
Two massive fists stalled in mid-air.
The elder and the youth gritted their teeth and looked at each other, their eyes bursting with bright light.
"Not bad, Carlo! Your current... strength!"
Garp gritted his teeth, thick muscles on his right arm bulging high, pumping boundless power as he struggled to press against Carlo, trying to overwhelm him.
However.
Carlo's fist didn't budge an inch!
Garp felt as if he were pushing against a massive mountain.
Although this punch was a simple contest of physical strength.
The sheer power of the Physique Carlo displayed at this moment far exceeded Garp's expectations.
But... even if what stood before him was truly a mountain, Garp had the confidence to break it apart with his fists!!
"Fist Bone! Conflict!"
He shouted suddenly, and his entire right arm expanded by a large margin, becoming twice as large, directly tearing his military sleeve into rags.
Overwhelming power surged from his body like a volcanic eruption, pressing down fiercely!
"Hehe! I can do that too!"
Carlo's lips curled into a smirk, and his right arm also expanded significantly, with thick tendons coiled like pythons, giving an incredibly strong visual impact as he pushed forward!
"Fist Bone! Conflict!"
Master and apprentice roared simultaneously as they exerted their strength.
Two maximum-power punches using the Inch-force technique collided!
The ground beneath them suddenly surged like waves, rolling, cracking, and exploding in all directions!
"Boom!!"
The air within a radius of hundreds of meters was compressed until it exploded, turning into terrifying air bombs that shattered everything around them.
In the violent air current, the two figures flew backward, their feet sinking deep into the ground, plowing two deep trenches into the hard earth as they retreated.
Garp groaned, his blood surging and his face flushing as if he were drunk.
He looked at his numbed fist and praised.
"Good boy! Nice Physique!"
"But, if you want to be on equal footing with me just with this, you're still far—from being good enough!!"
He wrenched his feet from the ground, his legs kicking rapidly like a phantom.
"Shave! Instant Flash!!"
With a loud roar.
A large crater over ten meters in diameter exploded where he had been.
His figure disappeared like a teleportation.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Carlo!
Fists like wind and rain! Attacking wildly!
Like a rainstorm! Like a volley from a heavy crossbow!
Garp's fists turned into a blurry dark shadow; he was clearly getting serious, wrapping them in his dense Armament Haki.
The punches thrown with the speed of lightning were no longer a single trajectory, but instantly erupted into dozens or hundreds of fist shadows piercing the air.
Every punch was real!
Every punch shattered the atmosphere, wrapped in top-tier Armament Haki, carrying a violent force capable of crushing gold and splitting stone!
Before the fists even arrived, the wind pressure generated by the countless fist shadows had already formed a remote air pressure similar to a fist aura in front of Carlo.
The compressed air whistled sharply like a shower of high-speed falling meteorites, dense and violent, covering all of Carlo's space to dodge!
"Fist Bone! Meteor Shower!!"
In an instant!
To Carlo, it felt as if the heavens were collapsing toward him.
A dark, overwhelming mass, suffocating and despair-inducing!
This was a top-tier barrage!
His eyes flashed brilliantly, and without dodging, he faced the hundreds of fist shadows coming at him, his arm muscles bursting with boundless strength as he fiercely threw out the same fist force.
The violent power transferred from his toes to his calves, thighs, waist, and hips, traveling up through his spine like a great dragon to his arms, and finally blasting out through his fists.
Like powerful crossbow bolts firing from their chambers!
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The large tendons all over his body snapped like a strong bow being pulled, his fists like arrows or spears, blasting through the air and colliding with Garp's fists one by one with extreme precision.
"Fist Bone! Meteor Shower!!"
"Boom boom boom boom boom!!"
Fists collided with fists, like countless black cannonballs bombarding each other and exploding at the same time, creating bursts of violent airwaves in mid-air.
"Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora—!!"
"Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda—!!"
Garp and Carlo fought faster and more urgently.
The terrifying power exploding from their colliding fists was like a series of major explosions, making the air within hundreds and thousands of meters roar like boiling seawater.
The ground of the island beneath their feet shook with a rumble like an earthquake, cracking into thick fissures that spread outward.
After a thousand precise punch-to-punch collisions, Garp and Carlo finally blasted apart, each retreating over a hundred meters, their chests heaving as they looked at each other.
Carlo lowered his head and looked at his chest.
Five clear fist prints had appeared there.
They had blasted through his black Captain's coat, revealing the steel-like body beneath, forged like refined iron.
However, even with his steel-like body, Garp's punches had left obvious bruises and swelling.
Top-tier Internal Destruction Haki was no joke.
Coupled with Garp's monstrous strength.
Even for Carlo, it was not easy to bear.
But returning the favor... Garp on the opposite side also lowered his head, his eyes twitching as he saw the four fist prints on his chest.
He hadn't expected Carlo to actually land four punches on him!
His military uniform had been completely blasted apart, with only a few rags hanging from his body.
Looking at the four slightly recessed fist prints on his chest, Garp's fists clenched with a crackling sound, his mouth split into a grin, and his body suddenly charged forward, crushing the ground as he streaked straight toward Carlo.
"Again!!"