Right and Wrong, Who Could Tell the Difference?

But while Garp's fury burned hot, Ron's burned even hotter!

Crack...!!

Garp stomped the thrusting Thunder Halberd into the ground, tearing a massive gash through the earth. Taking advantage of Ron having fully committed to his move, he clenched his left fist and smashed it forward.

Boom!!!

Sparks burst through the air as berserk lightning and Armament Haki turned everything within dozens of meters around them into a grinder, shredding all caught metal and wood into fragments.

Feeling that overwhelming force surge through his entire body, Garp raised his head in shock.

"Not good!"

Rumble...

The muscles in Ron's arm seemed to come alive, writhing with a series of squelching sounds. His blood roared and surged, and terrifying pressure suddenly erupted.

Martial Arm: Nether Gate!

Boom...!!!

"Pfft!"

This was Zephyr's signature finishing move, the perfect display of his peerless control. In his youth, he had boldly declared that even Garp, known as the "Iron Fist," would be unable to block it.

Now that Ron had unleashed it, its power had increased by another thirty percent!

Faced with the incoming heavy fist, Garp could not help vomiting a mouthful of clotted blood as he shot backward at flying speed.

Rumble!!

He crossed several thousand meters in an instant and slammed headfirst into a cliff. The enormous mountain let out a thunderous crash before cracks spread across its surface.

"The Government, the Navy—because I haven't suffered unfair treatment, I have no right to resist? Is that what you mean?"

Ron withdrew his fist with a slight gasp. This move was powerful enough to blast Garp away in a direct clash, but its consumption was equally enormous.

Looking at the cloud of dust, Ron pulled back the Thunder Halberd and tucked it beneath his arm, roaring, "Because I haven't been exploited, abused, or