Physical Body Breaks the Sound Barrier! Target Sun, a "Meteorite" Falling from Thirty Thousand Meters in the Air!

Kahn hovered in mid-air, looking down at the "Marine Hero" beneath him.

This feeling of looking down from above was truly wonderful.

"I haven't."

Kahn answered very crisply.

He did a flip in the air, his posture as lithe as a swimming fish.

There was none of the heavy feeling of treading on the air like Geppo.

It was completely anti-gravity.

"You haven't? Then how did you fly up?"

Garp kicked off with his foot.

The air exploded.

"Shave!"

That sturdy figure instantly appeared in front of Kahn.

Garp reached out that large hand which was just like an iron pliers, wanting to grab Kahn's ankle.

He refused to believe it.

He had to touch and see if it was real.

Kahn's figure flashed.

Without borrowing any force, he directly translated horizontally five meters.

The speed was ridiculously fast.

Garp grabbed nothing.

Although this grab did not use Haki, relying on his technique for catching pirates across the seas, even a fly would have been pinched to death.

To actually let a three-year-old brat dodge it.

"This is an instinct."

Kahn looked at his own palm.

That sense of repulsion between the bio-magnetic field and the planet's magnetic field was growing clearer and clearer.

As long as he wanted, gravity was a joke.

"Just like fish swim and birds fly."

"I can fly, and that's very reasonable too."

The veins on Garp's forehead throbbed twice.

Reasonable my ass.

Human instinct definitely did not include this item.

If everyone could fly like this, what were Marine warships even for?

"Don't bullshit with me!"

Garp stamped his feet continuously in the air again.

Geppo.

He created a foothold in the air, chasing and attacking Kahn like a cannonball.

"Get down here for the old man!"

"This bizarre ability must be checked thoroughly!"

Kahn looked at Garp charging over, the corners of his mouth curling up.

Just right.

He would use this strongest Marine to practice his flight skills.

He went left and right unpredictably in the air.

Sometimes flying upside down, sometimes spiraling upward.

Although Garp's Geppo was fast, it was after all a straight-line physical acceleration.

He lagged far behind in flexibility.

The two of them played eagle and chicks right above Mount Colubo.

Only this chick was as slippery as a loach.

Ace on the ground tilted his head back.

His neck was sore.

His mouth had not closed the whole time.

You've got to be kidding me...

Ace muttered to himself.

He had just been feeling pleased with himself for being able to step on the air twice.

As a result, Kahn went straight to the heavens.

This kind of gap made the little flames in his heart run wild.

He was unconvinced.

He was far too unconvinced.

Why were they all born from the same mother, yet he had so many tricks?

In mid-air.

Kahn dodged Garp's grab once again.

He looked up at the sky above his head.

The midday sun.

That was a huge fireball, unreservedly releasing light and heat.

On the ground, separated by a thick atmosphere, that kind of energy had already benefited him immensely.

What if he was above?

What if he got a little closer?

Once this thought popped up, it could no longer be suppressed.

He had Kryptonian Physiology.

The sun was his power bank.

The closer he was to the power source, the higher the charging efficiency; this was very scientific.

"Old man Garp, I'm not playing with you anymore."

Kahn halted his figure.

Garp stepped on Geppo and stopped opposite him, panting heavily.

This old man had not expected that catching a grandson would be so exhausting.

"What do you want to do?"

Garp looked into Kahn's eyes.

That kind of gaze he had seen in Roger.

That was the gaze of a madman.

"I'm going up to take a look."

Kahn pointed at the top of his head.

Before Garp could react.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash.

Kahn's entire body turned into a golden stream of light, charging straight toward the firmament.

The speed was several times faster than before.

The sound barrier was instantly broken.

A circle of white air waves exploded in the air.

Garp was flipped over in the air by this wave of air.

"Hey! Brat!"

"There's no oxygen up there!"

Garp roared.

But his voice simply could not catch up to Kahn's back.

Kahn could not hear.

The sound of the wind by his ears had already vanished.

Because his speed was too fast, the sound was left behind.

Cloud layers.

Those white clouds that were normally high beyond reach were like cotton candy beneath his feet at this moment.

Passing right through.

The moist water vapor condensed on his face, instantly evaporated again by the heat of high-speed friction.

Higher and higher.

The field of vision widened rapidly.

Mount Colubo turned into a small mound of dirt.

Foosha Village turned into sesame seeds.

The outline of the entire Goa Kingdom appeared beneath his eyes.

Then came the East Blue.

The azure seawater and islands scattered like stars.

That sense of grandeur made one's chest burst with awe.

Kahn did not stop.

He was still accelerating.

Every single cell in his body was screaming and cheering.

The sunlight became more and more glaring.

That feeling of energy infusion was unprecedentedly intense.

His skin began to grow hot.

His blood surged like magma.

This feeling was too wonderful.

It was just like a person parched with thirst for three days suddenly jumping into a clear spring.

Power.

Endless power bred within his body.

Was this the joy of Superman?

Kahn even felt that he could punch and shatter the planet beneath his feet.

Yet he soon stopped smiling.

The altitude reached ten thousand meters.

Which was the height of a Sky Island.

The air began to grow thin.

Breathing became difficult.

However, this was still within a tolerable range.

His lung capacity had long since far surpassed ordinary people.

Twenty thousand meters.

The cold struck.

That cold was not the cold of winter, but a dead silence that pierced into the bone marrow.

Even with the illumination of sunlight, the temperature on his body surface dropped sharply.

Thirty thousand meters.

The sky was no longer blue.

Instead, it presented a profound dark purple, and even began to turn black.

The stars revealed themselves during the day.

The sun became more dazzling and also more vicious.

Without the filtration of the atmosphere, ultraviolet rays and various radiations bombarded Kahn without any obstruction.

Although Kryptonian Physiology was strong, he was still just a cub right now.

Only three and a half years old.

His Bio-Force Field was not yet powerful enough to completely isolate this cosmic-level damage.

His skin began to prickle with pain.

It felt as though he was being stabbed by tens of millions of needles.

What was even more fatal was the sense of suffocation.

The oxygen content here was practically zero.

Kahn held his breath.

He tried to use the energy within his body to replace oxygen in maintaining bodily functions.

Even so, this still belonged to the realm of biology.

His bodily structure remained on the foundation of a human.

He had not evolved to the point of being able to survive in a vacuum.

Is it still not enough...?

Kahn looked at that huge sun hanging above his head.

It clearly felt within arm's reach.

Yet it also seemed as though it was separated by a natural chasm.

His vision began to blur.

His brain issued a violent alarm due to the lack of oxygen.

His heart beat at a speed so fast it felt like it would explode.

His lungs felt as though there was a fire burning inside.

His consciousness was scattering.

The body's protective mechanism activated.

That upward propulsion suddenly vanished.

The Bio-Magnetic Field became disordered.

Gravity took over everything once again.

Damn it.

Kahn only had time to curse inwardly.

Then his entire person lost consciousness.

Like a meteorite.

Plummeting from a high altitude of thirty thousand meters.

Mount Colubo.

Garp was tilting his head back, holding a telescope in his hand.

This telescope had been snatched from Dadan.

"Where did that brat fly off to?"

"How come he can't be seen?"

Ace also tilted his head back, placing a hand on the bridge of his brow.

"Gramps, there seems to be a black dot in the sky."

"Hm?"

Garp adjusted the focal length.

That black dot was growing larger and larger.

Furthermore, it carried flames.

That was fire generated by the violent friction between the body and the atmosphere.

"Holy shit!"

Garp cursed out loud.

This was no black dot.

This was that little bastard who didn't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth!

"Run!"

Garp grabbed Ace, tucking him under his arm.