Chapter 47: Flawless and Formidable
Chapter 47: Flawless and Formidable
Sarge was sent flying by the violent collision, his back sliding along the bridge floor, plowing a furrow in it, and sending stones flying in all directions. He finally came to a stop ten meters away.
In an instant, Sarge did a quick somersault and stood up, gritting his teeth as he shouted, "You!"
But in the next moment, his pupils narrowed as he beheld a stout figure revealed by the dissipating smoke.
The figure was tall and broad-chested, his muscular physique evident even through his white suit. His cape billowed in the wind, one hand in his pocket, and the other clenched into a fist. He wore a dog-headed hat, obscuring the upper half of his face, but his grin, baring sharp teeth, was visible.
Sarge's posture straightened slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Garp."
He wasn't surprised to see Garp; when Renee had reminded him earlier, he had already known who was coming.
What surprised him was this man's flawless and formidable aura!
Sarge was a master of assassination punches, having studied the human body to the utmost. Although he didn't have the convenience of seeing and hearing colors, he could still observe a person's physique with his naked eye and assess their strength.
Judging by the grayish-white beard, this man was indeed an old timer.
But this old man, in his eyes, was terrifyingly powerful!
"What's a Navy hero doing here in the East Blue Sea instead of staying in the New World?" Sarge asked coldly.
"Is a pirate worried about Navy business? It's you, young man, who's done quite a lot. Hahaha! You've eliminated a few nuisances, I must say!" Garp laughed heartily, tilting his head back.
"Vice Admiral Garp!"
A stern voice rang out from the other side of the bridge, and a man with a hooked nose appeared there, wearing a hat, his face gleaming with sweat. "Don't jump to conclusions, Vice Admiral."
Sarge's gaze shifted, and his pupils narrowed again.
This man didn't seem weak either. His sharp aura made Sarge's eyes sting just from a glance.
A swordsman, perhaps?
"Ah, forget about that."
Garp scratched his head, his fist making cracking sounds. "Anyway, young man, if you continue like this, the World Government will lose face. Come along quietly with me, now."
Sarge moved his limbs, exhaling. "That's out of the question. I don't plan on changing jobs to become a prisoner anytime soon. Moreover, I'm quite satisfied with my current crew. It'd be a shame to just walk away from them like this."
This was the first time he had recruited crewmates so smoothly.
The crew he currently had on his ship were either intruders from the kingdom or ordinary crewmates he had obtained by defeating a captain.
Now that he had discovered a suitable source of recruits, he could even acquire them without much effort. All he had to do was collapse the bridge, and he could take people away with him. He might never come across such a convenient opportunity again.
He could always escape and come back another time if he wanted to.
But could he really get away?
Garp and the hooked-nose man guarding the edge of the bridge had blocked the path between him and his ship. If he tried to escape, he would undoubtedly be hindered by these two working together.
They wouldn't let him get away that easily.
"Hahaha! It's enough for me to capture you, no need to worry about Bogart taking action."
Garp noticed Sarge's gaze and laughed aloud. "I heard you took out Ennio. Let me test your mettle then!"
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, his stout figure disappeared from where he stood, causing Sarge's eyes to narrow. Sarge's body moved in a strange, twisting manner.
Bang!
A huge fist struck Sarge's chest with lightning speed, sending a tremendous impact through his body. He was sent flying, and as he flew backward, Garp's sturdy figure swiftly appeared above him, fist descending.
Sarge sank abruptly, his body sticking to the ground. Both his hands slapped the ground behind him, and he kicked up a vacuum slash. As Garp's body descended, Sarge's foot stabbed into Garp's abdomen.
Garp's fist slammed into the ground, creating a dent, and as his fist landed, Sarge, agile as an eel, braced himself with his hands on the ground and twisted away from the blow, ending up at Garp's side.
Bang!
Sarge's legs lashed out like a descending axe, aiming for Garp's head with a powerful strike.
Bang!
This kick caused Garp's legs to bend, and his upper body sank slightly. Seizing the opportunity, Sarge slid forward, his upper body ending up on top of Garp's, his hands transformed into knife hands, and the cold glint in his eyes signaled that he was aiming for Garp's temples.
Big Dipper Finger Strike!
And also, Finger Gun!
Facing such a formidable physique, even point-striking might not work, and although Sarge possessed substantial strength and destructive power, he dared not relax against such a formidable opponent, employing all his techniques together.
Pa!
But just as his fingers were about to strike the temples, his legs seemed to be grasped by something.
Garp grabbed Sarge's sliding leg, turned his head, and grinned at him.
Bang!!
Sarge swiftly disappeared from above Garp and was forcefully slammed into the ground, creating a human-shaped indentation.
This violent impact made Sarge's throat go sweet, and blood involuntarily trickled out from the corner of his mouth.
Huff!
But before he could react, a massive fist struck out again.
Sarge gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, forcefully striking out at the incoming fist.
Boom!
Fist met fist, and Sarge's body sank into the ground once more, the shockwave causing the surrounding rubble to momentarily freeze in mid-air.
Sarge's other hand rapidly struck out at Garp's outstretched arm, and his body arched upward, his legs wrapping around Garp's arm and head as he forcefully pulled downward, causing Garp to stumble.
It was normal that he didn't completely stumble and fall; however, Sarge had to admit that he and this old man were not on the same level!
But taking advantage of this stumble, Sarge swiftly detached himself from Garp's fist, and his legs, like afterimages, continuously stomped on Garp's body, using his body as a pivot, and suddenly appeared behind him.
"Ora! Ora! Ora!"
Big Dipper Hundred Rending Fist!
His hands transformed into countless afterimages, rapidly striking out at Garp's back, and at the end of the barrage, his body flipped backward, one hand pressing against the ground, and the other leg viciously stomped on Garp's neck, sending the stumbling body crashing down.
Bang!
Leg and body struck together, and Garp's upper body and head violently collided with the bridge floor, his head burying into the ground, and Sarge's leg, stepping on air, kicked up a swirl of air, propelling him into the air, and he landed far away.
"Huff!"
He exhaled, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glared at the man whose head was buried in the ground, his face contorted with malevolence. "What now, old man!"
Crack!
The surrounding rubble trembled, and Garp's head pulled out of the indentation, his legs crossing as he sat on the ground, the dog-headed hat he wore now gone, revealing a head of grayish-white hair and a face with a scar over his left eye.
His chest was exposed through the large tear in his clothes, and his collar was in tatters. He raised his right hand and looked at it, laughing heartily and without a care in the world. "Hahahahaha! What a wonderful Six-Style! Did Ennio not teach you this in battle? You're truly a genius!"
Zii!
Suddenly, blood gushed out from his right hand and chest, and behind him, a large splatter of blood bloomed, staining the ground.
The technique had taken effect!
However...
Sarge's eyes twitched as he witnessed Garp standing up without any hesitation. He laughed bitterly. "And this peculiar body technique, it's as if it inflicts internal damage! Hahahahaha! Youngsters these days are truly fearsome!"
"Cut the crap!"
Sarge's face twisted with rage. "You're not even slightly injured!"
(End of Chapter)
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