The Tide Has Turned

Everyone has always believed that Oboro's strength stems from his abilities!

In fact, not only Oboro, but given the environment of this sea and the form in which power exists, Devil Fruit abilities are an unavoidable topic.

But now it seems that their captain is terrifying not only for his abilities, but also for his monstrous talent in close-quarters combat.

It seems even more abnormal than his abilities.

However... the captain rarely demonstrated this.

Even within the Hell Pirates, where they occasionally spar, it's impossible to discern their true skill level.

But now... Shiryu has witnessed firsthand what it means to have reached the pinnacle of perfect physical skill.

The person who got hit was Garp... To be honest, even Shiryu was startled when Garp appeared.

He even had a hunch that his opponent could withstand his blade, or rather, his slash, simply by using his physical strength.

Right now, however, he is being brutally beaten by Oboro.

This... feels like a dream.

Some of it is unrealistic.

Crush them!

Bang! Shortly after Garp plunged into the sea, white waves erupted on the surface. Garp, covered in blood and soaking wet, leaped up, his fighting spirit rising rather than falling despite his severe injuries. The stamina on his fists was even more intense than before.

Fist Bone Impact!

The impact of that One-Punch Man, in the original story, literally shattered the head of the Avalo Pizarro, who was integrated with Pirate Island.

Oboro's flesh and blood were taut, and his skin reflected an unusual luster—not from Haki, but from the Iron Shirt technique. A golden halo spread and amplified the effect, making it Golden Bell Shield. Garp's One-Punch Man was incredibly powerful, instantly shattering the Golden Bell Shield's defense and striking Oboro's body.

However, Oboro's body was not forced back even a step; instead, it perfectly absorbed the power.

To lose strength.

Garp transferred the force of his One-Punch Man to the beach beneath him with a stomp of his foot.

Suddenly, a wave of yellow sand, tens of meters high, was stirred up.

"Don't understand? Right?"

Oboro stared at Garp, who was standing right in front of him with a blank expression.

Long smiled.

"The principles and methods of this kind of physical technique or martial art are completely beyond your comprehension... and it's not something that exists in this world, so... that's why you don't understand. Different environments create different power systems. Every world has different factors and operating methods, but as long as there isn't a fundamental upheaval in the world's essence, the same power can be manifested through a similar power system... Simply put, on this vast ocean, the foundation for martial arts is too weak."

As soon as he finished speaking, Garp's arm, which had struck Oboro, exploded instantly.

Countless drops of blood splattered from under the skin of his arm.

Garp's arm is now useless.

"I have sealed all the acupoints on your hands, as well as the meridians... You sensed the abnormality, but you still attacked with brute force, which resulted in a backlash."

After saying that, Long turned around and delivered a whip kick.

Like a battle axe, it struck Garp's neck in an instant.

This caused the old man's body to suddenly bend and crash into the sandy beach.

"Martial arts are profound and complex, and your understanding of power is too limited... Of course, it's not your fault. After all, as a derivative of this world, your perspective is limited by the 'world space' itself."

As Oboro was still speaking, Garp, who had been knocked down by a heavy kick, defied common sense and stood up instantly, enduring Oboro's leg axe blow.

Long crossed his arms, leaving a trail of afterimages.

He used the Zoldyck Family's killing technique, Snake Alive.

In an instant, Garp's crippled arm was shredded into pieces.

However, at this moment, Garp's eyes were wide open in anger. With half of his arm and the protruding part of his hand bone, which was still covered in blood, he pierced through Oboro's martial arts afterimage. The bone pressed against Oboro's throat. Unexpectedly, with his tenacious will and desperate fighting style, he found a way out and took the opportunity to push Oboro down.

The boned hand pressed hard against Long's neck and slammed it to the ground.

He raised his other fist.

The force of the punch, even before it reached his face, had already stirred up the fine sand on the entire coastline.

Large shards of stone floated up into the air.

Oboro's eyes were quite calm, and even when faced with Garp's fatal counterattack, his expression did not show the slightest ripple.

"Is the will of the world forcibly manipulating your mental state...?"

Oboro realized something.

"It's useless..."

Long gave a mocking smile.

Boom! As Garp slammed his One-Punch Man down, the entire coastline of Rusukaina was engulfed by surging waves that spread onto the land.

Shiryu, standing at a distance, swayed and felt a tremor.

He cursed inwardly, thinking that Garp was a monster.

The seawater swallowed Garp and Oboro, and after a while, the tide receded.

Only Garp remained, squatting in the same spot; Oboro, who had been pinned down by Garp's severed hand, was nowhere to be seen.

Clearly, the One-Punch Man did not hit Oboro directly.

Instead, after using the Bone Shrinking technique, Long used the 'Shifting Forms, Changing Shadows' movement to dodge at the precise moment.

Garp knelt on one knee, panting heavily, water droplets constantly dripping from his white hair, running down his face.

Behind him stood a person, blocking out the sunlight.

In the shadows, a pair of indifferent eyes stared at him.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Garp closed his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

After fighting for a while, he could see that, just as he had said, Oboro had not used any of his abilities.

It's not just about physical skills and combat techniques, but also about Haki.

There are no extra moves, just like myself.

Garp knew his own condition all too well.

The tide has turned.

From the day he joined the Navy until now... this is a sense of powerlessness he has never experienced before.

His usually confident iron fist, physique, Haki, and mental fortitude... were all left with only exhaustion when faced with this 'transcendent' power.

Because... it's invalid.

Any power, when pushed to its limit, becomes unsolvable for the enemy.

In Oboro, the elderly Garp finally saw the charm of 'taijutsu'.

Ironically, he always thought his physical skills were more than enough to beat up this brat.

"Me?"

Instead of seizing the opportunity to attack or launch a sneak attack on Garp, Oboro glanced at the sky after hearing these words.

The sea breeze, which hadn't yet subsided, was blowing through his hair.

"I am... a passing traveler."

"Hehe."

Garp laughed, "Hahaha."

Hahahaha!

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't... You're such a spoilsport."

"I haven't admitted defeat yet... It's really embarrassing for a junior like you to evaluate me in such a condescending tone."

Garp stood up.

He grinned widely.

Long also smiled, "Then let's continue... Although you have no chance of winning, out of respect for you, I can continue to play with you for a while."

A true strongman... is someone Oboro admires.

As for the younger generation...

Garp probably doesn't realize that, in his own eyes, he is the innocent 'child'.