Garp VS Roger, The True Top-Tier Battle!

Just as Ortolan was sent flying by that slash, a hand—strong and firm—landed on his tumbling body.

With a bang, Ortolan's backward momentum was halted. The slash's force dissipated, and blood streamed from his arms. Without a doubt, even with Armament Haki reinforcing his Steel Bones and Iron Muscles, he couldn't withstand Roger's Kamunmiti.

"Not bad, kid. Not many can take a blow from Roger, and even fewer at your age. Though that bastard wasn't going all out either." Garp stood behind Ortolan, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Ortolan looked at Garp in surprise, then snapped back to reality. "If you hadn't shoved me from behind, I wouldn't have been cut!"

Force works both ways. Ortolan had been about to find a chance to deflect the force, but Garp's push forced him to take the hit head-on, leaving his arms slashed open.

Garp blinked, then scratched his head sheepishly. "Ahahaha, sorry, sorry. Looks like I made things worse. No matter—I'll get revenge for you now!"

With that, he ignored Ortolan and fixed his gaze ahead.

At that moment, Rayleigh stood shoulder to shoulder with Roger. Mihawk lay in the rubble, eyes vacant, a fresh slash wound across his chest. Clearly, Garp's arrival had left Rayleigh no time to keep playing with him.

"Why do I run into you everywhere, you bastard, Garp?" Roger raised a hand to stroke his bristly mustache, irritation in his voice.

Garp laughed heartily. "Doesn't that just prove we're fated, Roger?"

"Fate like that, I could do without." Roger rolled his eyes.

"Thanks to you, Shiki took a big hit. It's made things easier for the Marines. As thanks, I'll invite you to come have tea with me back at Marineford." Garp yanked the Justice Cloak from his shoulders and tossed it casually into the hands of a bewildered Ortolan.

Ortolan glanced at the cloak with its Vice Admiral insignia, then at Garp. He was about to speak when a fierce pressure slammed into him!

It was Garp. His easygoing demeanor was gone, replaced by eyes blazing with sharp light and excitement.

Garp rolled his wrists, then stomped down hard. The solid ground shattered beneath his foot, and his burly figure shot toward Roger and Rayleigh like a meteor.

"Fist Bone: Starfall!" Garp roared.

The Armament Haki on his fist was aimed squarely at Roger, but even from where he stood, Ortolan felt an overwhelming pressure. It was as if the air before him had thickened, and just being touched by the overflowing aura made it hard to breathe!

He'd long suspected that Charlotte Linlin, Rayleigh, and Roger had all held back when fighting him.

But now, feeling the sheer force radiating from Garp, Ortolan finally understood the gap between himself and the true top-tier powerhouses standing at the peak of the sea!

His instincts screamed that if that punch were aimed at him, it might very well kill him!

"Still full of spirit, Garp!" Roger's eyes lit up with equal excitement. He drew the blade at his waist, Ace, and swung it down to meet Garp's fist!

"Kamunmiti!" Roger muttered.

One trick to rule them all.

The power of Kamunmiti was proportional to Roger's seriousness. Clearly, facing a formidable old rival like Garp, Roger held nothing back—he was going all out!

For a moment, Ortolan could almost see Roger's blade splitting space itself!

Before their attacks even clashed, the force of their Haki was already locked in battle.

It was as if two invisible forces held them in place. Garp's fist hung in the air, unable to descend, while Roger's slash stalled ahead, blocked by an immense resistance.

But there was no physical barrier—only the sheer clash of their overwhelming Haki!

Black lightning crackled from the void where they met, followed by sharp, splintering sounds that reached Ortolan's ears.

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This time, it wasn't an illusion. Ortolan clearly saw it—at the center of their Haki clash, the air... no, space itself seemed unable to bear their pressure, and black cracks appeared!

In the blink of an eye, from Garp's strike to this standoff, only a breath had passed.

Before Ortolan could process it further, the shockwave from their colliding Haki erupted like a tsunami from the center. It flattened the sturdy buildings around them, carrying rubble, dust, and debris in a ring-shaped blast that spread in all directions!

A cloud of dust hit Ortolan square in the face. He swung the Justice Cloak in his hand forward to clear the debris, planting his feet firmly to resist the shockwave of their Haki.

At the same time, Garp changed his move. He dodged Roger's Kamunmiti, landed both feet, and charged forward. In an instant, he was at Roger's side, grabbing his shoulder.

"Sea Bottom Drop!" Garp grinned in triumph, yanking hard to lift Roger off the ground.

The next moment, he was about to slam Roger into the earth!

But Roger reacted just as fast. Ace swept with a fierce aura along his caught shoulder, slashing toward Garp's armpit!

If Garp didn't let go, he'd lose an arm at the very least.

Forced to adapt, Garp pulled his arm inward, trapping Roger's blade between his ribs and bicep.

At the same time, his other hand, already coated in dense Haki, punched straight at Roger's head.

Roger, holding his sword with one hand, caught Garp's wrist with the other, locking the punch in place.

For a moment, their figures froze in a stalemate. But only for a moment. After a brief struggle, both launched their next attacks.

Roger raised a knee toward Garp's stomach, while Garp thrust his own knee forward. Their knees collided with a dull thud, and the shockwave rippled out, clearing the dust around them!

Without a pause, they sprang apart a few meters. Roger's long blade swept forward in a slash, while Garp, Haki coating his hand, pressed down on the blade without hesitation. Then, in a blur of motion, their figures turned into streaks of light—or perhaps shadows—exchanging dozens of blows within that small space!

Even with Observation Haki active, Ortolan struggled to track their movements. He was also surprised that Rayleigh hadn't seized the chance to help Roger. Instead, he'd retreated without stopping, dragging Shanks and Buggy away!

So the captain covers the rear—is that pirate code?

Ortolan thought for a moment and decided to stay and watch, with no intention of chasing Rayleigh.

Pursuing now would be foolish. Earlier, with no external pressure, Rayleigh had been toying with him, holding back. But if Ortolan tried to block his path now, Rayleigh probably wouldn't be so casual—and he might just end up dead.

Moreover, this was a true clash of top-tier experts going all out—a rare opportunity. Ortolan wished he could grow an extra pair of eyes to watch more closely; how could he bear to waste this chance chasing Rayleigh?

At the same time, Ortolan noticed that a large number of Marines were already helping civilians evacuate from the area. In a few minutes, this place would likely be cleared out.

Given Garp's character, he was probably still holding back, mindful of the surroundings, and hadn't truly cut loose, right?

Sure enough, as soon as the last bystander was evacuated, the Marines quickly fired a signal flare into the sky.

Then, Ortolan saw Garp's figure launch up from the ground, soaring dozens of meters into the air.

"Fist Bone: Galaxy Shatter!" Garp roared, punching downward from the sky with one fist!

As that punch came down, Ortolan was dumbfounded. I haven't gotten on the train yet... wait, I haven't evacuated!

In an instant, the Haki on Garp's fist spread across the entire sky like a galaxy, crashing straight down!