Hating Heaven for Having No Handle, Hating Earth for Having No Ring!

Long Mu stared at Luo Wen, his eyes radiating a fierce fighting spirit.

Since defecting from the navy and establishing the Revolutionary Army, he has never had a battle of equal strength. All he has encountered are insignificant opponents, whom he has utterly crushed.

Although I have been practicing diligently and my skills have continued to improve, the lack of opponents is also a source of frustration.

Now that he was about to fight Luo Wen, all the fighting spirit he had accumulated over the years erupted, as if he had returned to the glorious years when he chased pirates.

"Whoosh!"

The dragon took a deep breath.

With an overwhelming aura, massive gusts of air surged into his body, unleashing tremendous power from his entire being.

In an instant, his muscles bulged, and the originally loose cloak became a tight-fitting garment, revealing his strong physique.

"I am coming!"

With a loud shout, the dragon shot out like Inazuma.

In an instant, he was beside Luo Wen.

A powerful, Haki straight punch was delivered, heading straight for Luo Wen's chest.

The fist tore through the air with a piercing sound.

"It's been a long time since anyone has challenged me; I like it."

Luo Wen's lips curled slightly as he threw out his right fist to meet the attack head-on.

Since Berserker's template was completed and his strength attribute became A+, he has never fought anyone again. Now that Dragon wants to fight him with fists, it suits his wishes.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided, producing an explosive roar.

The air rippled, forming rings of white vapor.

The dragon flew backward uncontrollably, its feet carving two deep tracks in the ground, before finally stopping a hundred meters away.

"Um!?"

Long looked at Luo Wen with suspicion and was deeply shocked by his power.

That strength was practically playing a joke on him.

The difference in strength between them is more than double!

He would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

He was trained by his father Garp and believed that his fist strength was among the best on the sea, and that he would not be afraid to fight the so-called Four Emperors.

How could there be such a huge gap between them when facing Luo Wen?!

"Again!"

The dragon gritted its teeth and charged forward, unwilling to give up and wanting to try again.

Boom!

The two fists collided, and the dragon was sent flying backward once again.

This time, the feeling was even more pronounced.

At the moment of exchanging blows, it felt as if he were punching a diamond with his bare hands, causing no damage while his fists ached.

Then, a sudden, powerful force sent him flying, completely unable to resist.

Faced with that power, he was like a lone boat adrift on a vast ocean, only able to sigh helplessly and unable to resist.

Long stared at Luo Wen as if he had seen a ghost; he couldn't accept such a power disparity.

As we all know, humans have limits. And his power has approached those limits, the limits of the human race.

Even Kaido, that demon, wouldn't surpass him by much at his maximum power.

But Luo Wen's performance was more than double his; this is a level that no human can reach.

Are you even human?

Long looked at Luo Wen with suspicion, as if trying to see through Luo Wen's true nature beneath his human exterior.

"Of course I'm human." Luo Wen paused, then continued, "But if you wish, you can call me a god."

Divinity A is immortal and ageless; he is more qualified to be called a god than anyone else in this world.

"God?"

The dragon murmured, somewhat dazed.

Perhaps only a god could possess such power.

But in just a moment, his conviction hardened again.

Even if Luo Wen really is a god, he still wants to test Luo Wen's strength. He is eager to know just how powerful Luo Wen can be.

"Call!"

Long exhaled, his eyes hardening.

After slightly adjusting his muscle strength, he charged at Luo Wen once again.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Despite being knocked away each time, the dragon relentlessly continued its charge towards Luo Wen.

The two clashed repeatedly in a dueling arena with a diameter of one kilometer.

Powered by supersonic speeds, they left trails of afterimages across the arena.

The air rings that break the sound barrier, one just dissipates, and another reappears a hundred meters away.

The two figures were no longer visible to the naked eye; only the footprints on the ground, a few inches deep, proved that it was two humans fighting.

Each punch resulted in a sonic boom.

It was beyond violent limits.

Calling them beasts is too mild; only the most terrifying demons from hell could describe their violence.

In the audience, Aokiji and Kizaru watched the duel between the two with great alarm.

"Dragon's fist is no less powerful than Mr. Garp's."

Aokiji, observing Ryu's performance, offered his approval.

"Indeed, as expected of Garp's son, I also find this fist technique troublesome. It seems that Dragon has been improving over the years!"

Kizaru fiddled with the nail clippers and remarked with a sigh.

"However, compared to that, Luo Wen is even more surprising. Did he actually treat a dragon like a ball?"

Aokiji looked at the dragons flying around the arena with a pitying expression.

He fought Luo Wen for five days and five nights back then, and he wasn't this badly beaten.

"Back in the Sabaody Archipelago, he wasn't like this. Even Garp could hurt him then, but now, a dragon of similar strength is no match for him at all."

"How could someone become this strong in less than a month?"

Kizaru's lips twitched; he was utterly speechless.

Their Three Admirals are all old men in their forties or fifties. They have already reached their peak, and there is not much room for improvement.

Now, facing this already monstrous but increasingly monstrous Luo Wen, they are no match at all.

The thought of being rivals with Luo Wen gave him the urge to quit his job.

But thinking about his high-paying job where he could just slack off, Kizaru felt a little reluctant to give it up.

Sigh~

Kizaru sighed, caught in a dilemma.

On the other side.

"Koala, I told you Luo Wen was the strongest!"

Uta looked at Koala smugly and said with a smile.

As expected, Luo Wen completely dominated the dragon, beating it without any resistance whatsoever.

"..."

Koala bit her lip, unsure of what to say.

She never expected that the invincible leader who liberated the small kingdom would be suppressed by Luo Wen into this state.

The leader is absolutely not a fraud; his strength and achievements are universally acknowledged by the Revolutionary Army. The power he just displayed is also beyond question.

Yet this leader was completely suppressed by Luo Wen.

This truly surprised and saddened her.

It's not the leader's fault; it's just that the enemy is too powerful!

Koala thought so.

Just then, Koala noticed the actions of the two players on the field and his eyes lit up.

"Our leader is about to use his ultimate move! There's still a chance for a comeback!"

Koala exclaimed in delight, as if she had seen a glimmer of hope.

"Ultimate move?"

Uta gave a dry, dismissive smirk, clearly unimpressed.

What ultimate technique could compare to the God-Slaying Spear that destroyed the Music Demon King?

Having witnessed Luo Wen's power, she no longer cared about anything else.

However, she still cooperated by shifting her attention to the field to see if there would be any reversals.