Garp vs. Roger!
The fierce battle continues.
To be honest, this was the first time Vidal had ever been so arrogant towards a top-tier powerhouse, but it felt really good.
But at the same time, he also felt some muscle pain and mental fatigue.
While this Respiration significantly boosts his strength, speed, and recovery, greatly enhancing his raw power, it's not without its problems.
First, there's the issue of consumption. The power of this golden Photosynthetic Energy is several times that of normal Photosynthetic Energy, which directly leads to its consumption rate being almost directly proportional to its amplification factor.
Can you hear those swishing sounds as it rises? It's evaporating almost every second, and the collisions and recovery during intense battles accelerate the rate of consumption.
It's just because the weather is so nice right now.
In such scorching heat with abundant sunshine, the energy seems virtually inexhaustible.
But what if this environment didn't exist?
Excessive speed also results in greater air resistance during movement, which poses a significant challenge to both the body and the strength of one's Haki.
In other words, he now faces the same situation that Bondi Byrnndi World faced when he played at Hundredfold Speed.
Fortunately, Photosynthetic Energy is also used to strengthen muscles and restore physical strength, so he is much better off in this respect than Byrnndi World.
Meanwhile, as the body is constantly being cut by blades and then restored by energy at a high frequency, the muscle tissue is being tormented to the point that it is sending a warning signal to itself through dull, throbbing pains.
If this continues, your body will eventually reach its limit!
This was something Rayleigh had foreseen long ago.
Vidal's Woods-Woods Fruit, while it's still unknown whether it's Paramecia or Logia, is definitely not Zoan.
Although he is currently demonstrating recovery abilities comparable to, or even surpassing, those of Zoan, he is not Zoan after all, and this gap will become apparent as time goes on.
Of course, this is also related to his lack of physical training. If he could train his muscles to the level of Zephyr or even Garp, he would be much better off.
Combined with his Respiration ability, Vidal felt he could outlast the future 'Phoenix' Marco, or even challenge the future peak 'Beast' Kaido to see who was truly immortal!
"Damn it, these Roger Pirates guys are too troublesome. If this continues, this operation will fail."
A Rear Admiral, who had fallen onto the deck of a warship during the collision, knelt there, panting heavily, his body exhausted, glaring angrily at the ongoing melee in the air.
After fighting for so long, all we've seen are naval officers and soldiers killed or wounded, falling into the sea like dumplings being dropped into a pot, but not a single member of Roger Pirates has been seriously injured or killed.
Even if they are injured, they will be able to successfully evacuate to the Oro Jackson.
The key to this situation lies in the existence of Rayleigh and Gaban.
While they were pressing Vice Admiral Edwin and Rear Admiral Vidal, they also unleashed Flying Slash havoc across the entire battle area.
Incidentally, they also carved out huge trenches in the sea to prevent the entire fleet from catching up with the Oro Jackson.
If a large-scale encirclement operation ends with numerous casualties on one's own side and no one on the other side killed or captured, it would be a major blow to the morale of the navy.
Many officers present noticed this situation, which caused them to become increasingly hurried and anxious.
What they didn't know was that Rayleigh wasn't in a very relaxed mood either.
It wasn't Vidal's relentless harassment that put pressure on him, but rather the fact that he discovered Roger was being suppressed in the battle in the central area, which weighed heavily on his mind.
"Garp has become stronger. What has he been doing these past two years?"
Once you reach their level, every improvement becomes extremely difficult. Two years ago, Garp and Roger were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.
But now the former's Iron Fist can smash the latter's 'Divine Departure', which is simply unbelievable!
"However, we're almost at the Whitebeard Pirates' territory."
As his opponent, Vidal, who had fought with all his might, couldn't help but feel angry when Rayleigh looked down on him so much.
He had now recovered from his state of deep concentration, and his attention was no longer solely focused on Rayleigh; he began to consider the current situation.
Vidal did not stop his relentless attacks. If Rayleigh, whom he was entangled with, could have such an impact on the surrounding area, then if he were allowed to run rampant, the casualties would surely skyrocket.
But he also knew he couldn't just target Rayleigh; it would be pointless, or rather, it wouldn't yield any results!
He must now find a way to gain something from this war!
Forcing a 50/50 fight with 'Pluton' Rayleigh would certainly be a great advantage in terms of reputation, but Vidal wanted something more tangible.
The problem is, facing Rayleigh already requires his full attention, so where would he find the time to do anything else?
As the fleet and the Oro Jackson continued their relentless advance, along with the rapidly shifting central battlefield, the air here had long since become suffocatingly compressed.
Roger!
"Your voyage is over, stay here with me!!"
High in the air, Garp frantically stomped his feet in almost invisible afterimages using Geppo, and with this roar, an incomparably fierce and domineering aura erupted from his entire body.
[Buzz--]
The jet-black Fist Bone threw a punch at Roger was not far away!
The powerful and fierce force of the punch formed a thick and clear fist imprint in front of him. This was not Haki Emission, but rather a phenomenon of pure, solid air being blasted out.
"No one can stop my freedom! Not even you, Garp!"
Faced with the terrifying pressure from Garp, Roger suddenly roared, his aura surging, and dark red Conqueror's Haki surged forth, with countless Inazuma flashing around him.
The long sword in his hand danced wildly in front of him like a windmill, the swirling blade light and gusts of wind resembling a giant red tornado, while emitting a sharp and terrifying whistling sound.
"God Extinction!!"
"Iron Fist!!"
[Knock knock.]
The jet-black Iron Fist, with a hardness many times greater than that of steel, collided head-on with the tornado of countless sword lights.
Garp used his waist as the center, concentrating all his strength in his arms, and unleashed hundreds of punches like a grenade launcher.
If Bullet were to witness this scene, it would be quite amusing, as each of Garp's punches at this moment is stronger than his so-called 'Twelve-Shot Sonic Boom Cannon'.
After a series of incredibly intense and dense bombardments, the tornado was blasted apart, and Roger, his face dark, flew backward.
How did that bastard's fist get so hard?
The area between his thumb and forefinger where he gripped the knife is now somewhat numb!
"Garp, you can't stop me. You'll have to turn back soon." Roger laughed triumphantly, his mustache twitching.
This is the New World!
Garp snorted coldly, naturally understanding Roger's meaning. Even if he could suppress Roger now, he would still be no match for him and Whitebeard combined.
If he were to actually go for it, he might be able to escape unscathed, but his ten warships and tens of thousands of sailors would all be lost at sea.
Even if I can't keep you here, I'll still beat you up!
The next moment, he channeled his energy into his fists and charged towards Roger.
The Haki within him surged like a tidal wave, growing stronger with each passing wave. His Iron Fist struck out fiercely, causing the already chaotic air to compress rapidly, forming a wall of energy composed of countless fist shadows.
"Take this punch!"
Roger's expression changed, and he cursed inwardly, "Was that a punch?"
Even with the wind slicing through his face, he still drew his sword and charged forward. No matter what, he never lacked the courage and confidence to wield his blade against a powerful enemy!
[Whoosh!]
He attacked with lightning speed, his steel blade swirling like a dark cloud and a tsunami, condensing deadly intent like waves of lightning, each strike carrying a terrifying sharpness, sweeping towards the countless fist shadows.
"I am Gol D. Roger!"
[Boom!--]
Suddenly, the entire sea seemed to be enveloped and submerged by endless wind and light, even the cloudless blue sky and white clouds were clearly split in two, with only the eternally blazing sun sitting firmly in the sky.