Chapter 48: The Seven Stars Death Spot!
Chapter 48: The Seven Stars Death Spot!
Sarge's fighting style wasn't limited to just the Six Styles.
The Six Styles were merely useful to him, especially the Raging Gale, Shave, and Moon Walk. After all, they also represented the pinnacle of physical mastery, with each move encapsulating the essence of martial arts in this world.
However, they were still just martial arts. For Sarge, who had mastered the God's Fist of the Big Dipper, it meant that he had grasped the fundamentals of all martial arts, and thus, he could skillfully employ them.
The God's Fist of the Big Dipper was a secret art of striking pressure points on the human body. Regardless of the technique used, as long as one got close to the opponent, it would have an effect.
Against Garp, Sarge employed a combination of the Six Styles and pressure point strikes.
From the very beginning, when he used the Raging Gale, he had already started striking Garp's pressure points. In close-quarters combat, he could strike Garp's vital points, and during the fight, he even found an opportunity to use the Fury Fist, delivering a rapid flurry of punches.
You couldn't say that it had a lightning-fast effect, but it had definitely broken through the opponent's outer layer.
This was why Sarge never considered himself a strong person. He hadn't fought against someone of this caliber before, but he knew that these strong individuals possessed astonishingly robust bodies!
Whether they had used Haki within their bodies, Sarge didn't know. He only knew that this old man, despite receiving strikes on all his vital points, had only bled a little.
For someone of this strength, such an amount of bleeding was merely a broken skin!
Bogart, standing beside them, had his eyes wide open. To be honest, this seven-thousand-berrie pirate had exceeded his expectations.
The bounty on someone's head reflected the threat they posed to the World Government, and sometimes, people with mediocre abilities had high bounties because they had caused a lot of harm.
Before encountering Sarge, Bogart believed he was a typical example of this.
After all, he had destroyed three affiliate countries, killed their kings, and plundered numerous towns. He was an exceptionally vicious pirate.
Such a pirate was merely ferocious.
But the current battle had indeed gone beyond Bogart's expectations.
The Six Styles were a secret not taught to anyone except for the CP and the high-ranking officers in the Navy. In reality, very few people knew all the styles, and even if someone had outstanding talent, they might know just a move or two. Moreover, those individuals were from the New World and already had their own established martial arts, so they didn't need to learn all Six Styles.
However, the East Blue was different. Sarge had just debuted, so it was impossible for him to know the Six Styles. And in the East Blue, there was only one person who had known the Six Styles and had already retired from the Navy, and he had been killed by Sarge recently.
Ennio couldn't have taught him; that idiot only had his eyes on his Oikorte Kingdom. So, the fact that this guy had learned the Six Styles during his battle with Ennio showed his extraordinary aptitude.
"It's really a waste for you to be a pirate!"
Garp laughed heartily. "What you've done isn't bad. How about following this old man and becoming a Navy? I'll train you to become a world-class Navy officer!"
"I already have a bounty on my head as a pirate. Don't say something pointless like that!"
Sarge floated a sinister smile. "The option to be a Navy disappeared for me twenty years ago!"
Chi!
A puff of white air shot out from Sarge's nose like an arrow, swiftly rushing toward the ground and spreading into a circle of air waves.
Fighting someone like this, the previous battle had already shown that it was useless to stay in a normal state.
So,
"Dragon Breathing Technique!"
His body began to swell.
With each breath, Sarge's body rapidly expanded, bursting through his upper-body pirate shirt. The 'Sword Mountain Cloak' he had on flew off, falling outside the bridge and into the sea.
The muscles on his body swelled frenziedly, appearing like armor on the surface of his body. His shoulders quickly enlarged, forming muscle pads resembling shoulder guards, and the collarbones around his neck bloomed outward, extending from his neck to his chest, eventually merging with the muscles that had expanded from his shoulders to his chest.
His elbows, legs, and feet twisted and contorted like steel bars, becoming more and more ferocious as his body expanded.
"100%!!!"
Whoosh!
The breath exhaled from his nose blew across the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and scattered rubble.
Crack!
Sarge twisted his neck, emitting a sound like twisting steel, and stared directly at Garp.
This increasingly ferocious physique was a full head taller than Garp.
When dealing with such an existence, he would have to go all out, or he might end up beaten to death.
"Oh, a remarkable martial art, a qi-gong technique? It's a bit different."
A glint of surprise flashed in Garp's eyes, and he threw back his head and laughed, "Puhahahaha! Indeed, a monster!"
Sarge remained silent, his thumb pressing against his palm before snapping forward.
Bang!
A blast of qi struck Garp's skull, forcing his head back and leaving an imprint.
"Hmm, Flying Finger Gun? Combined with the Storm Step, huh? More powerful, too."
Garp straightened his head, his smile widening, "If someone like you were left unchecked, you'd be a real nuisance!"
Whoosh!
As soon as Garp finished speaking, Sarge sprang into action, moving towards Garp with an extremely bizarre footwork. With each step, his body left an afterimage, making it hard to discern his true position.
Even Bogart broke into a sweat witnessing this illusory movement style; he could barely keep up with what was happening.
"Secret Art."
A faint voice echoed from within the afterimages.
In that instant, Sarge's afterimages surrounded Garp, causing him to narrow his eyes, a red dot flashing and then vanishing. Garp's foot, which had been about to move, stilled, allowing the afterimages to close in. All the afterimages raised their hands simultaneously, attacking every blind spot around Garp.
"Seven Stars Death..."
Seven Stars Death!
This move, in secret accord with the trajectory of the Big Dipper, involved approaching the enemy at an incredibly fast speed, leaving them unable to guard themselves. By the time they realized, it was too late—the afterimages would have already struck their vital points, resulting in death.
There were no literal seven stars in this world, but that didn't hinder Sarge from employing a step pattern that conformed to the stars' trajectory. Essentially, it was an extremely fast attack method.
After merging with the 'Shave' of the Six Styles, his speed increased further.
Coupled with the amplification of the Dragon Breathing Technique, it was doubtful if an ordinary person could react, let alone defend against it.
Unless they were extraordinary...
Before Sarge could finish his thought, Garp's fist smashed into one of the afterimages, instantly dispersing the rest and leaving only his true body.
Boom!!
A massive blast of qi erupted from the point of impact, sending a gust of wind that forced Sarge to retreat several steps.
"Puhahaha! Terrifying martial art! Your physique has become fearsome, too!"
A red gleam flashed in Garp's eyes, and he threw back his head, laughing, "Amazing! I have to take this seriously now!"
Sarge's mouth twitched as he glanced at the fist mark on his abdomen, which quickly vanished. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Haki?"
It was impossible for the naked eye to break through his technique, but Garp's Observation Haki could!
Moreover, this attack...
Sarge wiped his abdomen and clenched his fists tightly, his expression turning solemn.
This old man had started using Haki!
(End of Chapter)
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