Homing's sabotage put immense pressure on everyone present, so much so that the Dark Bird camp, despite having a slight advantage, was unable to break the deadlock and secure the final victory.
Even now, Garp is covered in wounds and his steps are unsteady.
But Garp was still able to maintain a standoff with Homing.
Meanwhile, the battle between Mihawk and Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro was in full swing. These two top swordsmen were never interrupted by anyone and maintained their highest level of competition, fighting with the same passion as before.
Looking at Mihawk and Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro in the distance, Garp grinned enviously.
"It's so enviable; it's wonderful to have such an opponent."
It's a pity that Saturn is old and injured, and you, Homing..."
Garp glared at Homing, then spat.
"While you may be strong enough, your despicable behavior has truly lowered my standards."
I thought that after seeing the Five Elders, the God's Knights, and the previous Five Elders, I would be able to...
I feel a little bit of respect for the Celestial Dragons, that damned race.
Although most Celestial Dragons are foolish scum, the elite among them are also among the strongest people on the entire sea.
But now...
Even the most powerful Nezumi can't shake its thieving ways!
Even the most powerful mosquito can't change its blood-sucking habit!
Even someone as powerful as you has managed to interrupt the war of countless passionate young people with a despicable sneak attack.
Even... Redfield.
I actually felt a little sorry for this old rival.
He would have been better off dying by my hand back then, then he wouldn't have suffered this humiliation at your hands today!
Rubbish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Garp's aura flared up again. Haki is the power of the heart and the power of will. So even if a person is exhausted, as long as he is not sure that he has truly reached the point of defeat, he will still have the strength to fight!
Just like when Whitebeard was stabbed in the left side by his son during the Summit War, so what? So what if Akainu pierced his chest? Even if he lost half his head, he could still keep Akainu at bay.
But after he decided to risk his life to allow his sons to escape.
When he discovered that the one who ultimately wanted to end his life was none other than his former unfilial son, Teach.
Only then did Whitebeard cease his actions, dying completely in the Summit War.
Take Kaido, for example. So what if his opponent did countless sit-ups? He used Raimei Hakke to smash the enemy's head with his spiked club, and the enemy just wrapped two bandages around his neck and stood up again.
Even when facing the most troublesome opponents, he could still maintain absolute dominance, until he was captured by the enemy and used as a jump rope to wash himself, until he seemed to believe that the opponent standing opposite him was the prophesied Joy Boy, and that he, Kaido, would also face the prophesied defeat.
Kaido was finally defeated.
This is the power of will, the power of Haki, the power of the heart.
And Garp...
In this day, before Ace is lost, and before Garp loses his invincible spirit.
As long as Garp stands here, he is destined to be the person with the greatest determination to win and the invincible will in the world!
He clenched his fists tightly, and the Conqueror's Haki aura of dominance burning on his body even evaporated the blood that was constantly dripping from him.
As crimson steam continued to rise, Garp raised his hand and touched his head.
"What a pity, my old dog-skin hat was lost in the previous battle."
Otherwise, I really would like to cover my eyes.
Even if you were standing right in front of me and posed a threat, just seeing you makes me feel disgusted!
Using disgusting methods against me, is this what you call shamelessness, Homing?
"Hmph, sharp-tongued, ignorant, and shameless!"
Faced with Garp's curses, Homing struggled to support himself with his hands on the sword hilt.
He propped himself up, trying to stand upright and face Garp.
Canglang!
He pulled the blade from the ground, and the moon sword gleamed with a shimmering silver light in the sunlight.
As he assumed a sword-wielding stance, Homing spoke with disdain.
"The victor simply enjoys the victory; only the loser keeps looking for excuses."
It's an honor for you to stand opposite me, but don't use that as an excuse for your arrogance!
I am Homing, the supreme Celestial Dragon, the last glory of the Figarland Family!
And you, what are you?
You're nothing but a worm that barely crawled out of the mud, an ignorant yet arrogant and conceited inferior person, and a veteran who has always been our dog!
Never-die old soldiers?
Hehe!
What a joke that is!
Today will be your death day!
"Ha ha!"
Garp was amused by Homing's words. He laughed and patted his steel-hard belly as he spoke.
"Of course I will die one day, and as a veteran, I do hope to die on the battlefield rather than rot in a boring bed!"
What's so scary about death? Don't think that just because you bunch of bastards can live for hundreds or thousands of years on Pure Gold, you're any more noble than us guys who are dying right now!
Facing death bravely is the true romance of a man, haha.
How could a cowardly bastard like you possibly understand!
As he spoke, Garp's aura grew increasingly intense, and an enormous figure appeared behind Garp invisibly.
Although Ren Yong doesn't have a specific physical form, he always gives the impression of being cheerful.
Even... burst into laughter.
Just as the figure was laughing heartily, Garp suddenly took a step forward, fists clenched.
Thump!
The ground trembled violently, and Homing on the other side immediately put on a highly vigilant expression.
Facing the wary Homing, Garp raised his right fist, assuming a simple charging stance.
"If I could, even if I longed to die on the battlefield, I would rather die today."
If I were to die because of a piece of trash like you, I fear I wouldn't be able to close my eyes in peace!
However, even veterans eventually die.
If necessary, no matter how much we loathe it, that day can be today!
What are you expecting, you bastard? Even if an old soldier dies, he'll take his enemies with him to hell!
By then, hahaha!
You will endure relentless torment in the flames of hell.
And the veterans.
Even if the veteran is also enduring the relentless heat, he will stare intently at your wretched state, and because of your cries of pain, he will burst into laughter far exceeding his own suffering, "Hahaha!"
Amidst the laughter, Garp vanished in an instant.
At the same time, Homing's eyes widened, and he quickly held his longsword horizontally in front of his chest.
A moment later.
Buzz!!
A huge spherical gas with a diameter of over twenty meters appeared in front of Homing's longsword; it was a contest between Homing's Conqueror's Haki and Garp's Conqueror's Haki.
At this moment, Garp had already forgotten everything from the past.
The Sun Tzu is still alive and well, and has even gotten rid of his foolish dream of becoming a pirate.
Ace is practically Gawain's godson now. Even without Gawain's care, he should be able to live a smooth life.
As long as I can completely defeat Homing, no matter how heavy the casualties on the Dark Bird Ship are, I will at least win half of today's war!
If I still have the strength at that time, then I will wait for Mihawk and Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro to settle their score!
Mihawk won, and he would laugh heartily at his victory, then loudly mock all the old fogies who had fallen tonight at a future banquet.
Rayleigh, Zephyr, Sengoku, Sora!
And then there are those arrogant next-generation Marine Admirals: Borsalino, Sakazuki, and Kuzan.
You bunch of little Kara fans, you're all so high and mighty all the time, but when it really comes down to it, hahaha, you're not even as good as this old man!
But if I were to die today, haha!
Then all I can do is wish Mihawk and Gawain can win in the end, and then go to hell to fight Whitebeard and Roger for hundreds or thousands of years!
Roger, you bastard, I wish you hadn't died like that. I wish I could fight you for the rest of my life.
If I could die by your hand.
That feeling must be much more satisfying than dying at the hands of trash like Homing!
But... haha!
Whether one lives or dies, that is one of the possibilities one is about to face.
And Homing!!
A fierce fire ignited in Garp's eyes. He tightened his muscles like an arrow, forcefully pressing the Conqueror's Haki cloud towards Homing!
As for what lies ahead, I know there may be different outcomes; tonight may not be the night of my death.
But Homing!
Whether Lao Fu lives or dies, Homing must die!!
This punch will leave Homing with absolutely no chance of survival!!
In an instant, Garp's domineering Haki exploded completely.
The next moment, the Conqueror's Haki aura between him and Homing exploded completely!
Homing was blasted back several steps by the exploding air mass. As he retreated, he swallowed a mouthful of blood, then desperately raised his sword and thrust it towards Garp.
At the same time, Garp, shirtless, charged through the exploding Conqueror's Haki cloud, and as that force took away a lot of his flesh and blood, he charged straight at Homing's rapier!
Laugh!
The doctor made a muffled sound.
The moon pierced deeply into Garp's chest!
As for Garp, he let the moon keep passing through his chest, and before his chest hit the hilt of the moon sword, he gripped Homing's head tightly!
"Gotcha, you bastard!"
Despite blood gushing from his mouth and nose, Garp still laughed with immense excitement.
"You're like a fish that's all show and no bite. Unless I throw a real opening in front of you that could kill me, you'll never take the bait!"
Whether it's Sengoku Guo or Tsuru, they all say that this old soldier is as stubborn as a turtle on land.
Haha, that's right, I'm as stubborn as an internet cafe!
Because all I need to do is hold the food in my mouth.
That old man will absolutely, positively not let go!
Ha ha!!"
Amidst the uproarious laughter, Garp suddenly tightened his grip on Homing's head.
In an instant, Homing realized with shock that his death was imminent!
He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and suddenly unleashed his last bit of Haki onto the blade.
The next moment.
Boom!!
A burst of air erupted from the longsword that pierced Garp, first shaking Garp internal organs, then spreading out from behind Garp, shattering much of the ground in the distance.
Even with many of his internal organs severely damaged, Garp still gripped Homing's head with unbridled joy and laughter.
Click...
Click!!
Finally, just as the small wound on Garp's chest, pierced by the moon, had completely spread into a bloody hole...
Homing's head was also forcibly pulled off his neck by Garp.
Holding the bloodied head, Garp stood silently in place. Watching the headless Homing use his last bit of muscle strength, he pressed himself and the sword blade to the ground.
Laugh.
The moon easily pierced the ground, and the hilt of the moon greatsword was pressed firmly against his chest.
Garp tried to get up, but it was clear he was no longer able to move.
Although he wasn't dead yet, Garp knew his death was not far off.
Besides still being able to see Mihawk and Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro in the distance, Garp actually saw Roger was seen by a ghost...
Old soldiers never die, they just gradually fade away?
But how could veterans tolerate the gradual decline and decay of their forces?
Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, death as serene as autumn leaves?
No, no!
If an old soldier is going to die, he should die a glorious death!
"Haha, I've done all I can!"
The rest is up to you, Mihawk!
I can't... I can't help you deal with Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro anymore.
But I imagine you wouldn't need anyone's help, would you?
So, today, become the true... World's Strongest!
Carrying Gawain's needs and the yearning of the world, and with the rising tide of justice behind you, become the last bastard still standing!
You will win, you definitely will win.
Because... haha!
Although so many people don't believe it, I know it deeply.
As long as there are still people who can recognize the evil before their eyes.
Justice will always appear behind evil, delivering the final blow!
Justice... will prevail!
Amidst the reliable shouts, Mihawk's heart tightened in the distance.
He watched helplessly as one comrade after another fell, and even Garp lost his fighting ability, standing on the edge of life and death.
Now, he and Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro are truly each other's last hope!
Regardless of who wins the final battle, the one who survives will inevitably have an impact on Gawain and Imu, who have not yet returned.
If the two of them can truly determine a winner, that would be fine. But if they are both completely and utterly defeated, then the one who stands last between Mihawk and Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro could very well become the last straw that breaks the camel's back!
Even for this reason, Mihawk wouldn't allow himself to lose!
Moreover, from birth, he has been pursuing the strongest swordsmanship in the world!
Even if the enemy is a user of the First Generation Kitetsu.
Even if the enemy is a legendary swordsman who has fought his way up from ancient times.
Even if there are so many "even ifs"...
Mihawk cannot allow himself to lose today!
Absolutely not!
Only...
Just as Mihawk's final resolve was growing stronger...
Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro shared the same idea!
Is it a determination to not lose?
Mihawk has this determination.
And Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro doesn't lack any of it either!!