"Meteor Cannon!"
With Boros's furious roar—
A torrent of azure energy poured down toward the lunar surface like a celestial river.
This strike was enough to blast through the moon and destroy it completely.
But Garp would not allow that to happen.
He threw his full-strength Iron Fist, Galaxy Impact, head-on against the overwhelming Meteor Cannon.
[BOOM!!!!!]
A literally earth-shaking explosion thundered across the entire moon.
From afar, one would see a dazzling light suddenly bloom upon the lunar surface.
The commotion was enormous.
Even those at Marine Headquarters on the other side could clearly feel the ground shaking violently.
Fortunately, it came quickly and passed just as quickly. In less than a minute, calm gradually returned.
"Huff—huff—huff—"
In the air filled with scorching flames, Garp breathed heavily, beads of hot sweat faintly seeping from his forehead.
The black suit jacket on his upper body had vanished at some point, exposing his immensely muscular chest, with wisps of heat rising from it.
Only the white coat bearing the words "Martial God" remained draped over his shoulders, swaying in the wind.
He had successfully blocked the Meteor Cannon and spared the moon from disaster.
But it had not been easy.
Elsewhere—
Boros, higher in the sky, was breathing just as heavily, his chest rising and falling violently.
Yet none of that compared to the shock in his heart.
Though Meteor Cannon was not his ultimate move, it was still a major technique that consumed an enormous amount of energy.
He had thought that even if this attack could not defeat Garp outright, it should at least have severely wounded him.
But judging by Garp's current condition, he had clearly overestimated its power.
After all, in the past hundred years, he had never seen a living being—or even a warship from another