Clash of the Old Era

Clash of the Old Era: Redfield vs. Garp

Their battle unfolded in the most primal, most violent way possible.

There were no dazzling elemental lights, no bizarre Devil Fruit abilities interfering—only the purest fists, kicks, Haki, and that seemingly ordinary yet indestructible blue umbrella.

Redfield did not even use any of the Devil Fruit abilities he had recently acquired.

Those abilities might have been efficient at clearing fodder, but against an opponent like Garp, they would only be a joke and create unnecessary openings.

Bang—!!!!

Another utterly straightforward frontal clash.

The tip of Redfield's blue umbrella was coated in condensed Armament Haki, and it crashed fiercely against Garp's pitch-black iron fist, as large as a clay pot.

At the instant of impact, the air was compressed to its limit before exploding violently.

A visible ring-shaped shockwave spread outward like a tsunami, grinding the already shattered ice beneath their feet into powder and exposing the churning seawater below.

Then the residual Haki forced the seawater downward, creating a massive bowl-shaped depression over fifty meters across.

The two separated at the first touch, each sliding back dozens of meters and carving deep trenches across the ice.

Garp shook his slightly numb fist and grinned. "Red! It's been decades, and this old bastard still hasn't lost his strength. Looks like the food in that dump Impel Down wasn't bad."

A lazy smile rested on Redfield's face. "The food at Impel Down was nothing special. I have the captain to thank for this."

He took a flat silver flask from the small spatial pouch at his side, tipped his head back, and took a huge swig before casually tossing it to Garp. "Still, I never expected these old bones of yours to be this tough."

Garp did not stand on ceremony. He caught the