However, Garp did not retreat.
The old lion's eyes burned even brighter, streaked with crimson.
"It's not… over yet!!!"
Garp let out a hoarse, piercing roar.
Ignoring the fact that his right hand was already ruined, he forcibly mobilized every muscle in his body, overdrawing his very life force as he pushed his Armament Haki beyond the limits his flesh could endure.
The cloak of Justice behind him had long since been torn apart.
His gray hair stood on end, and violent black lightning erupted from his body, tearing fine cracks through the surrounding space itself.
"Uchiha Tobirama!!"
"Whether you're a god or a demon, this punch is my life's justice made manifest!!"
Garp clenched his left fist and drew his entire body backward like a fully drawn bow.
Haki.
Strength.
Belief.
Everything converged into this single moment.
"Bone Fist — Profound Truth — Galaxy Impact!!!"
RUMBLE!!!
Before the punch was even thrown, its momentum had already arrived.
The entire uninhabited island collapsed hundreds of meters in an instant!
The terrifying shockwave condensed into a black-and-red pillar of annihilating light, as though it would erase the silver-haired man before it—and the world itself.
This strike was more than ten times stronger than before.
This was power capable of truly destroying an island.
—
Yet facing this desperate, all-or-nothing attack…
The mockery in Tobirama's eyes vanished.
What replaced it was an icy, emotionless indifference.
"…Interesting."
"So a dying beast can still shine this brightly?"
"In that case—"
Tobirama slowly withdrew his fingers, spread his right hand open, then clenched it tightly.
"I'll use absolute power to make you understand…"
"That challenging a god is, by nature, an act of madness."
Buzz!
The power within Tobirama's body erupted.
Sage Mode — On!
Perfect immortal markings appeared on both sides of his face as vast natural energy gathered wildly.
An alien, terrifying force surged.
Every muscle cell in his body activated at once, his explosive strength multiplying by a hundredfold.
The power of the Eternal Mangekyō was pushed to its absolute peak.
And that wasn't all.
Eighty Gods Vacuum Force surged forth.
On top of it, threefold Haki entanglement—countless times denser and purer than even Joy Boy's.
At this moment, Tobirama felt as if he were holding a collapsing black hole in his fist.
Light itself was swallowed.
"This punch will send you on your way."
He spoke softly.
"The finishing punch."
No grand name.
Because none was necessary.
—
The next instant—
Their fists collided on that tiny, deserted island.
BOOOOOOM!!!!
The sound could not be described.
It had surpassed the limits of human hearing.
The world lost its color.
Everything turned black and white, like a frozen photograph.
Then—
A blinding white light exploded between them!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Garp's black-and-red Haki beam shattered like glass striking diamond.
Collapse.
Annihilation.
"PUWA—!!"
Garp's eyes bulged as blood and shattered fragments of his internal organs sprayed from his mouth.
His left arm—along with half his shoulder—was erased in an instant.
Total destruction.
His body was hurled backward at several times the speed of sound, crashing through three mountains in succession before slamming deep into the rock strata at the edge of the island.
Dust and smoke filled the sky.
The result was decided.
This was the crushing power of a god.
Even the pinnacle of physical might in the Pirate King's world was nothing more than a single punch before an ultimate being from another realm.
—
"Hah…"
The sea breeze blew gently.
Tobirama stood unmoving, his divine robes spotless, without even a wrinkle.
He shook his hand, glanced toward the bottomless abyss in the distance, and spoke calmly.
"So this is the weight of your so-called belief?"
Flash.
Tobirama vanished.
Amenotejikara.
The next moment, he appeared directly above the massive crater Garp had created.
Below, Garp lay buried in rubble, covered in blood. Both arms were useless, his breathing ragged, his eyes already unfocused.
"Cough… monster… monster…"
He tried to move, but his body no longer obeyed him.
Tobirama crouched down and looked at the battered old face.
There was no pity—only a faint, devilish mockery.
"Hey, old man."
"Focus during a fight."
"Lying here pretending to be dead is embarrassing."
With that, Tobirama reached out and grabbed Garp's head as casually as picking up a ball.
"Since you like the sea so much…"
"I'll let you experience the thrill of falling from the clouds into the abyss."
Boom!
Carrying Garp, Tobirama released his chakra and shot straight into the sky.
One hundred meters.
Five hundred meters.
One kilometer.
Two kilometers.
In the blink of an eye, they pierced through the clouds and entered thin air.
The freezing wind cut like blades into Garp's broken body.
A sliver of consciousness returned as he sensed the terrifying height.
His pupils shrank violently.
"Let… let go…"
He desperately tried to mobilize what little Haki remained, striking at Tobirama's wrist.
It was useless.
That grip was like an iron clamp.
Worse still, an overwhelming spatial force suppressed his body, making even a single finger difficult to move.
"Struggling?"
Hovering three thousand meters above the ground, Tobirama looked down at the island below, now no larger than a sesame seed.
"It's too late."
"The end of a naval hero should at least be spectacular."
He raised Garp high.
As if discarding a piece of trash.
"I just came up with this."
"I call it—Falling from the Seabed."
The moment the words fell—
Tobirama didn't simply release him.
He hurled him downward with terrifying force.
WHOOSH!!
Garp became a blazing meteor, tearing through the atmosphere with a deafening sonic boom, plunging straight toward the already shattered island.
Too fast.
So fast that the air ignited.
Garp felt as if his skin were being peeled away.
"I'll die!!"
"I'm really going to die!!"
At the very edge of life and death, his survival instinct screamed.
Grinding his teeth, Garp squeezed out the last remnants of strength from deep within his marrow.
Iron Body — Full Armament Hardening!
His entire body turned pitch-black, like a meteor forged from iron, desperately protecting his heart and brain.
Even knowing it might be futile, he refused to die like this.
He still had Luffy.
He still had Ace.
—
The ground arrived.
THOOOOOM!!!
The impact echoed all the way to Foosha Village, dozens of kilometers away.
The ocean trembled violently.
The uninhabited island was pierced clean through.
A towering mushroom cloud rose into the sky, followed by a devastating tsunami.
At the island's center, a massive meteor crater hundreds of meters wide appeared, bottomless and terrifying.
Seawater poured in, hissing as white steam rose.
At the deepest point—
Hundreds of meters beneath the surface, embedded within solid rock—
Garp lay there, blackened like shattered charcoal.
His Armament Haki had completely collapsed.
More than eighty percent of his bones were broken.
His internal organs were catastrophically displaced.
"…Hah…"
Black blood foamed from the corner of his mouth as his eyes rolled back.
His consciousness plunged into darkness.
Severely wounded.
Deep coma.
—
Tobirama slowly descended to the edge of the crater.
Looking down at the motionless old man, he brushed the dust from his hands.
"…Tough old thing."
"…Still alive?"
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