Lightning Fist Enters Prison!

Ron was unaware of Garp's thoughts, and even if he had been, he wouldn't have cared.

His sole purpose in joining the Marines was to become stronger, to surpass his limits!

Beyond that, he was even more indifferent than Kizaru, completely uncaring.

In fact, even if Garp hadn't come tonight, Ron would have asked the other instructors to refine his techniques with their insights during his formal training tomorrow.

The moon was bright and the stars were few. A cool sea breeze swept through the Marine Headquarters fortress, gently ruffling the stray hairs in front of his forehead. Ron clenched his fists, slowly opening his stance, and stepped forward into a lunge.

Zzz...

Bang!

Under the moonlight, a thumb-thick, sky-blue lightning bolt emanated from his skin, crackling as it flashed, and the air exploded! Garp keenly noticed that the lightning wasn't intentionally released by Ron... He had concentrated all his strength within his body, locked beneath his skin, and by now, it was becoming difficult to control!

For an ordinary Logia user, their right arm would have long since elementalized, turning into dazzling lightning... The purpose of the Logia elementalization physique wasn't for them to bully others with it, but rather an adaptive adjustment made by the body to better wield its power.

What does this guy want to do?

Garp frowned slightly. In a moment, Ron's arm transformed from flesh and blood into a brilliant sky blue. Cloud-like light spots shone from beneath his skin, making it appear like a transparent membrane. Faintly, a scorched smell emanated.

It was the smell of burning flesh and blood!

With this move, Ron was essentially roasting his arm with lightning!

"You..."

Garp's face instantly turned pale with shock. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell Ron to stop... He knew this kid too well! For the sake of power, he could even develop terrifying methods of training stimulated by lightning. One could imagine that if he could use a technique beyond his current physical limits, he wouldn't hesitate even if it meant crippling himself!

An attack four times his body's Power Level wasn't just about talent or the advantage of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit; it was also about his terrifying resilience and a monstrous, unyielding will that refused to give up until its goal was achieved, an indestructible spirit!

However, it was too late. Ron looked up, a smile on his face, and said, "This move is even more powerful than during the test! Be careful, Vice Admiral Garp!"

"Wait a moment..."

But the speed of his voice was too slow, far outpaced by the lightning. By the time Garp spoke, Ron had already crossed dozens of meters in an instant, appearing before him with a speed that left Garp dumbfounded.

It was the speed of lightning!

At this moment, the lightning in his right hand was no longer restrained, erupting wildly to form a blinding electric sphere aimed at Garp's head.

Overload: Ten Million Volts: Lightning Fist!!!

Zzz...

The dazzling lightning sphere instantly expanded, engulfing Garp and a large area around him. The air was filled with an unsettling, dangerous aura, and the chirping of insects in the forest abruptly ceased... Two seconds later, the electric light suddenly contracted to a single point, and then exploded violently!

Bang... Rumble!!!

The deafening, terrifying vibration startled the entire Marine Headquarters, causing unrest everywhere! It was a sound far greater than any cannon, originating from the majestic might of heaven, unstoppable!

As the thunderclap roared, in the rear of the fortress, Sengoku's eyes snapped open. Wearing his pajamas, he went to the window and gazed into the distance. Upon seeing the pillar of lightning rising to meet the sky, he froze for a second... Then, his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he spat out two names through gritted teeth: "Garp, Ron..."

At the same time, those who knew the inside story looked out their windows, each lost in their own thoughts.

In the room of Admiral Kizaru at the Science Unit's encampment.

Yawning, Kizaru rubbed his eyes and looked at the distant lightning: "Is it raining? How scary..."

Inside the New Recruit Camp, at the top of the tall building where Zephyr resided.

Zephyr, having removed his prosthetic limb, bared his chest and arms, only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. Staring at the lightning in the distance, Zephyr, who had just finished bathing, curved his lips slightly: "He's got guts! A truly remarkable young man!"

Then he glanced at the soldiers lining up below, weapons in hand, heading towards the incident site, and his eyelids twitched.

"Tsk, but the law shows no mercy!"

Much later, on the platform behind the new recruit dormitory, the smoke and dust finally dispersed.

The area had transformed drastically. The stone slabs had collapsed and sunken, the trees were scorched and burning, and the ground looked like it had been bombarded. In the air, residual currents occasionally flickered, and the crisp crackling sounds made Garp instinctively flinch, a lingering fear in his heart.

Hoo...

The night wind blew, scattering embers.

Garp slapped away the expanding sparks in his hair and then, holding the unconscious Ron, he was left speechless.

I'm such a fool, truly.

He knew Ron had used this move this afternoon and was fine, yet he still worried about his safety.

If he hadn't been focused on controlling Ron just now to prevent him from sustaining further damage to his body, neglecting the protection of the surroundings, how could such extensive destruction have occurred?

Garp understood Ron's move. It was still an imitation of Kizaru's Light Speed Kick. However, due to the vast difference, he could only resort to a clever workaround. He locked the powerful electrical energy within his arm, bringing it to an overloaded state, and unleashed a burst of explosive punches with the speed of lightning!

Instead of transforming into an element to shift between solid and intangible and build inertia, he directly converted his physical strength into lightning! This was somewhat similar to his usual lightning-based training methods, likely evolved from them.

He hadn't secretly trained without Garp's knowledge; it was just that Garp hadn't expected such a marvelous application of a simple training method!

And its power was not to be underestimated... The surrounding environment was proof of that.

However...

"You slept through it all so easily, but what about me?!"

Now look at this!

As the patrolling soldiers drew closer, Garp had a sudden idea and tossed Ron out. Ron rolled several times on the ground like a salted fish.

"It wasn't me! ... It was him! Hurry and arrest him!"

The one leading the patrol was an old acquaintance, Vice Admiral Momonga of Marine Headquarters. Garp, overjoyed, shouted, "Vice Admiral Momonga! Quick, while this kid's still unconscious, send him to prison!"

Vice Admiral Momonga, with his mohawk hairstyle that resembled a purple sweet potato, placed his hand on his sword hilt. He walked out from the ranks expressionlessly. Upon hearing Garp's words, his foot slipped, and he nearly fell to the ground.

Then, he composed himself and roared, "Fleet Admiral's orders! Escort the prisoners Garp and Ron to the prison!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers wanted to laugh but dared not. They all held their breath, their faces flushed red, and approached with their guns. Garp was stunned until the soldiers brought out handcuffs and cuffed him. He then stomped his feet in anger and cursed.

"Sengoku, you bastard! I'm not done with you!!!"

Clang!

A cold glint flashed as Momonga expressionlessly drew his sword. "Insulting the Fleet Admiral is an additional charge! ... Hurry up and escort them away!"

Garp: "..."

This world was filled with countless monsters and powerful individuals. Even with the removal of these top-tier combat forces, within Marine Headquarters alone, there were still plenty of people capable of demolishing the headquarters fortress. Powerful strength requires restraint and the establishment of rules, especially in a place as solemn and sacred as Marine Headquarters.

Therefore, it had nothing to do with the Golden Lion. Centuries ago, the Marines had established a rule: anyone who fought in an unauthorized area within the headquarters, without just cause, would be escorted to prison for accountability, regardless of their rank!

Tonight, their fight had awakened the entire headquarters, and the consequences were extremely severe. Let alone Garp, a "Vice Admiral," even the Three Admirals would not escape the fate of sleeping on a stone slab in prison.

Garp wasn't unaware of this rule. In his eyes, no matter how powerful Ron's techniques were, he could neutralize them invisibly, preventing significant collateral damage... This stemmed from his confidence in his strength at the peak!

However, just now, in his effort to subdue Ron, his attention was diverted, and he had no time to consider the scope of the impact, leading to this outcome...

In the eyes of outsiders, the dignified Hero of the Marines, Iron Fist Garp, the great figure who personally captured the Pirate King, the legendary Marine demon, had entered prison for the first time in his life.

Truly a cause for celebration, a cause for celebration!

Suddenly realized that the contract for the big tree arrived at Qidian yesterday afternoon. At the time, I thought I would get a recommendation, after all, it was Friday... As a result, today I found no news, and then the big tree looked back and realized that when my contract arrived at Qidian, it was 6:56 PM!!! Several hours had already passed since the recommendation notification time... Damn express delivery speed, my recommendation is gone! 50,000 words, no recommendation!!!