Summit War 29

Garp stood there, his fist still clenched, the blood between his fingers congealed into dark red scabs.

He stared at the black figure confronting the dark golden martial god on the distant ruins, his expression shifting from shock to gloom, and then to a near-despondent solemnity.

He had seen Imu make a move.

That was many years ago. The flames of God Valley hadn't yet burned out, and the remnants of the Rocks Pirates were still wailing on the ruins. That black figure stood behind the Five Elders, like a silent statue.

Back then, he was young and impetuous, with a strong fist, and he felt he could punch through any wall in the world.

Then he saw Imu make his move.

He didn't want to recall that scene, but he would never forget it in his life— Rocks, the monster that even Roger had to team up with to barely suppress, lasted less than a quarter of an hour in front of Imu.

From that moment on, he knew that a real monster lurked in this vast sea.

It wasn't Whitebeard, Roger, or Kaido; it was the King of the World who never showed his face, never left his name, and had been hiding in the deepest part of Mary Geoise for eight hundred years.

But now this old monster has actually appeared in Marineford.

This means that the intensity of this war has exceeded everyone's expectations.

Garp had never regretted anything in his life as much as he did now.

He regretted not pulling Ace out of Impel Down the moment he was captured, regretted not stopping Whitebeard, and regretted not nipping the war in the bud from the start.

It's too late to say anything now. Imu has arrived, and everything is out of control.

Garp stood there, his mind still replaying those old memories.

He rarely regretted anything in his life, but now the things he regretted were piled up higher than the ruins of Marineford.

Then he looked up and saw what was happening.

The dark golden sword of Susanoo clashed violently with the long-handled sword in Imu's hand.

The collision of Conqueror's Haki and Chakra created a ring-shaped shockwave, completely shattering the already dilapidated buildings around them.

Garp had expected a stalemate—in his mind, no one on this ocean could directly suppress a fully-formed Imu.

But the next second, the ruins beneath Imu's feet shattered inch by inch, and the massive black figure was actually cleaved away, tumbling several times in the air. The hilt of the long-handled sword plowed a deep trench nearly a hundred meters long in the ground before it barely managed to stabilize itself.

Garp's mouth opened, closed, and opened again.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes, then pinched his thigh hard.

pain.

This isn't a dream.

Saint Imu — the King of the World who once overpowered Rocks at his peak—was cleaved away by Uchiha Natsu's sword.

Although Imu was not injured and his blade firmly blocked the attack, being sent flying and being suppressed are two different things.

Since Garp met Imu, he had never seen anyone manage to push this old monster back even half a step in a direct confrontation, let alone send him flying.

Back then, he faced a perilous situation even when confronting a vessel possessed by Imu.

The perfectly intact, fully-formed Imu was just cleaved away by a fourteen-year-old brat.

Garp felt that his worldview, which he had lived most of his life in, was collapsing at an unstoppable speed.

Natsu stood Susanoo's eyebrows, her brows slightly furrowed.

That last strike was delivered with all his might—a slash imbued with Senjutsu Chakra and Susanoo, which even Kaido's dragon scales couldn't withstand.

But Saint Imu was only cleaved away, without even a decent wound on his body.

The old monster's defense was even more outrageous than he had expected.

Opposite him, a barely perceptible hint of surprise also flashed in Saint Imu's crimson almond eyes.

He glanced down at his right hand, which was gripping the long-handled sword—the web of his hand was slightly numb from the impact of the previous strike.

He was repelled.

Apart from that man from eight hundred years ago who wore Straw Hat and whose smile was like the sun, no one has ever been able to do this.

A dark red Conqueror's Haki erupted from Imu's body, sweeping across Marineford like a tangible crimson wave.

Soldiers below the Vice Admiral didn't even have time to groan before they fell in droves like wheat being harvested, foaming at the mouth and their pupils rolling back.

Even officers of the rank of colonel turned pale under this terrifying pressure, barely managing to stand by bracing themselves against their knees.

Akainu gritted his teeth, Kizaru's usual smile faded, and Aokiji's expression darkened—even these Admiral-Emperor Level beings were doing their utmost to resist the crushing force of the will of the King of the World from eight hundred years ago.

In the distance, Whitebeard Murakumogiri heavily to the ground, unleashing a shockwave and Conqueror's Haki simultaneously to protect his teetering sons behind him.

But his brow furrowed into a knot— Saint Imu, that old monster, is even stronger than he was back in God Valley.

To everyone's surprise, not a single one of the twenty-odd Uchiha members fell on the battlefield.

Everyone stood frozen in place, their crimson Sharingan fixed on the black figure in the distance, their eyes surging not with fear, but with rage.

Those with naturally strong mental fortitude sensed the will to submit the moment they came into contact with this oppressive aura.

This will was forcing the Uchiha Clan to lower their heads and kneel at the feet of this strange monster.

"What a joke! A damn freak, who does he think he is?" Someone gritted their teeth and squeezed out these words, the anger in their voice seeming to burst from between their teeth.

From Hashirama Senju Hiruzen Sarutobi during the Sengoku period to the Third Sarutobi, from Shimura Danzō to the entire Konoha higher-ups, no force in the Ninja World for a thousand years has dared to force the Uchiha to submit to their will.

Tobirama Senju wanted to deal with the Uchiha, he only dared to imprison them indirectly and keep them under house arrest.

Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo always stabbed the Uchiha in the back when they suppressed them.

Going back another hundred years, the Uchiha Clan faced simultaneous attacks from the three top ninja clans —Senju Clan, Uzumaki, and Hyuga— and their affiliated forces, yet they still stood tall among their peers.

Going back a thousand years, the Uchiha were truly the number one powerful clan in the Ninja World.

To make the Uchiha submit?

Based on this horned, deformed monster?

The next moment, a dark red Conqueror's Haki exploded from among the Uchiha clan members.

Immediately following were the second and third waves. In a short moment, more than twenty dark red Conqueror's Haki burst forth simultaneously, colliding fiercely with Saint Imu's blood-red pressure above the ruins.

Two forces clashed violently in mid-air, their Conqueror's Haki clash exploding into countless purplish-black Inazuma that ripped the clouds overhead into fragments.

These twenty-odd Uchiha clan members were already the pride of the Ninja World; their pride was ingrained in their very blood. How could they allow a complete stranger to trample on their heads?

I wrote ten chapters in one afternoon, so I can sleep soundly for the next three days, hehehe.

My strength is still as great as ever! Remember that year when several Immortal Venerable joined forces to besiege me, Fusheng, and I Fusheng all against one! I updated twenty chapters a day, resulting in a stalemate!

Today, I have returned from my Fusheng, and I will surely surpass my peak!

Thief hahaha