Venting (Part One)
The sudden challenge left everyone stunned.
Every face was filled with confusion.
"What's going on? Why is Colonel Wu Biao challenging Vice Admiral Garp?"
"What the hell is this about?"
"That Marine... whose side is he on?"
"..."
An emotion called confusion spread across the entire battlefield. Only some among the Marines sighed at the same time, yet even they could not understand why Wu Biao had challenged Garp.
Even Sengoku was no exception. From Wu Biao's earlier behavior, it had been obvious that he intended to save Ace. But why had he not acted, and why had he challenged Garp instead?
Even Sengoku could not make sense of any of it.
In the end, he could only chalk it up to one thing...
The thoughts of a madman were beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
Garp was taken aback as well, but when he saw the tangible fighting spirit radiating from Wu Biao, he suddenly smiled.
"Little baldy, do you still have the strength to fight?"
"At least enough to beat your face into full bloom!"
Wu Biao grinned, baring his stark white teeth. He looked like a rampaging beast.
The next instant, Garp and Wu Biao stepped forward at the same time.
Almost the moment their feet hit the ground—
One dove down—
The other shot into the sky—
There were no unnecessary words, nor any questions.
Only their bodies charging at each other simultaneously.
Boom—!
Two jet-black iron fists collided in midair, and a shockwave spread outward from the pair, whipping up violent gusts.
A clash of strength against strength.
A confrontation of Haki against Haki!
They were ordinary straight punches, yet the impact they created was more terrifying than even a giant's punch. The savage force shook the void, sending crack after crack