Once his retreating feet had found their footing, he stomped down hard. His body shot forward once more like an arrow. Armament Haki coated his entire body in a gleaming sheen, and as he charged, waves of oppressive wind howled around him.
Just as he was about to enter Garp's attack range, Wu Biao kicked off the ice. His body shifted strangely sideways to Garp's left, his right hand forming a claw as surging force gathered around it, crashing down toward Garp's head like Mount Tai bearing down.
Clang—!!
Garp was no slower. He swiftly twisted aside and swung, his formidable fist colliding with Wu Biao's palm.
Once again, neither side gained the upper hand.
They stomped hard against the ground and shifted sideways, launching into an uninterrupted exchange.
Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!
As the two traded blows at a dizzying pace, crisp metallic clashes rang almost continuously across the wide ice field. The sound of metal striking metal echoed above the battlefield, lingering long without fading.
The passing of time seemed to leave no trace on either of them.
Their speed remained as swift and fierce as ever.
Their strength was still just as overwhelming.
This terrifying hand-to-hand battle had now completely reached its peak.
That hum... was deafening!
That force... was unending!
Those impacts... shattered everything!
Boom—!
Finally, after nearly ten minutes of this extreme exchange, an explosion louder than any before rang out, and the two figures broke apart.
Crack—!
Almost the instant they separated, the ice covering that entire area completely collapsed, and the seawater freed from its restraints surged upward.
The two who had been sent flying backward each landed atop a massive chunk of floating ice, both breathing heavily. Under such extreme exchanges, even ten minutes of battle felt like an eternity.
Blood trickled from