The air blades were razor-sharp, yet the instant they reached Shin, they strangely dispersed on their own, as if they had never existed.
"How could this be..." Garp was stunned, but he had no time left to change his move. A piercing pain shot through his left ribs, followed by a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying once more.
Boom!
Dust billowed everywhere as Garp was blasted away again, leaving a massive crater in the ground. Only ten seconds later did a figure crawl out.
This time, he had been sent flying in another direction, with the boundless sea at his back. Frowning, he glanced at his left ribs and could clearly feel that several bones had broken.
He fixed a grim gaze on Uchiha Shin, genuine shock appearing in his eyes... He realized that Shin was still standing exactly where he had begun. From start to finish, he had not moved an inch.
"Does someone like this... really exist?" Garp could not help but ask. The sense of defeat could no longer be suppressed by sheer willpower.
Just as Shin had said, there was a dimensional gap between them, one that confidence alone could never bridge.
"Are you already so discouraged? I was planning to teach you how a punch should be thrown." Shin chuckled softly as his right hand slowly clenched into a fist.
Garp was startled. Before he could speak, Shin had already thrown the punch.
His pupils abruptly contracted. Under this punch, heaven and earth seemed to change color; every hue faded away, leaving only that single fist in all creation.
This was the true Supreme Punch—unmatched and unstoppable. Before the enormous shadow of the fist even arrived, his will had already collapsed.
"I'm going to die!" Despair filled Garp's heart, yet the darkness