The Man Who Dominated All by Himself

A meteor fell, leaving a long tail, and pierced through a thousand-meter-high mountain at an angle. Countless cracks appeared, the earth shook, and rocks fell like rain, casting a large shadow. The entire mountain collapsed.

"Cough cough"

In the midst of the chaos, mountains collapsed and the earth split open. A massive Shockwave swept across the surface and into Abyss. A figure was deeply embedded in the ground, his face covered in blood, with a wound on his chest that almost tore his ribcage apart.

For a full half month, the entire Tegusla Continent was transformed into four fragmented floating islands, and the surrounding seas formed a massive whirlpool, churning and churning, making it impossible for anyone to approach.

"Bang"

Blood splattered, and a crimson light fell to the ground, appearing in the Abyss. Redfield was covered in blood, breathing heavily, no longer the powerful figure he was half a month ago.

Step by step, Redfield stood before the empty space shoved deep in the soil, bent over, and coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Kong, it seems I've won."

Grinning, reeking of a foul stench, Redfield looked at Kong, whose eyes were narrowed and face was deathly pale, and a chilling smile appeared on his face.

Not necessarily.

Covered in wounds, Kong forced himself to pull away and stagger to his feet; he could still fight.

In the blink of an eye, Redfield appeared in front of Kong, delivering a powerful uppercut that slammed into Kong's chin, sending him soaring high into the air like a rocket.

Redfield crouched slightly, a hint of pain flashing across his face, before transforming into a cannonball and following after him.

The dark clouds had disappeared, and golden sunlight poured down, but looking down from the sky, one could see that the ground was in ruins.

After a battle that lasted for half a month, both men were nearly exhausted and on their last legs, and it seemed that Redfield had the upper hand.

Just like Redfield, Kong's position as Fleet Admiral ultimately hindered his training.

It can be observed that both of their movements have slowed down by more than half compared to the beginning, and their various physical qualities have declined sharply.

Every punch landed squarely. Redfield punched Kong in the right cheek, and Kong seized the opportunity to kick out. The two of them transformed into long rainbows, crashing into the rubble and moving sideways for nearly thirty or forty meters across the ravine.

It must be said that the physical abilities of a master of physical combat are similar to those of Zoan Fruit user. Perhaps they are not as good as Zoan users, but they are still absolutely immeasurable.

For half a month, Fifteen days and nights, the two fought. The intense battle lasted for several days. The mental and physical trauma would have been unbearable for anyone else.

But the two remained tenacious, climbing out of the rubble and colliding with each other once more.

You punch me, I kick you, blood splattering everywhere, leaving us covered in wounds.

"Click"

His face was contorted in pain as he rolled on the ground, flying up and down repeatedly, his chest caved in, and a rib could even be seen piercing through his flesh.

Lying amidst the ruins, his empty eyes stained red with blood, he half-closed them, helplessly watching Redfield approach.

His body swayed, Redfield gripped the black umbrella, his crimson Armament Haki now completely black, and pointed it at Kong's neck. "Sorry, old friend."

It's hard to imagine that Redfield still retains its Armament Haki; this alone shows that Redfield is stronger than the Air Force.

The man who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Roger, Whitebeard, Golden Lion all by himself, only now truly revealed his strength.

The black umbrella, covered in Armament Haki, suddenly pierced down, and a sense of impending death instantly enveloped Kong's soul.

At the critical moment, a golden light flashed and hurtled towards Redfield.

Redfield canceled his thrust at Kong's neck, instead swinging his black umbrella upwards, unleashing a crimson slash that severed the golden light.

At the same time, a golden light shifted, and a figure appeared in mid-air. His right foot shone brightly, sweeping fiercely towards Redfield, accompanied by an extremely arrogant voice. "Patrick Redfield, have you ever been kicked by light?"

With a deafening roar, the dazzling light pierced through the vision, the entire ground collapsed, and the resulting storm even blew people out of the air.

"You"

However, amidst this blinding golden light, Borsalino's lewd face suddenly contorted with fear, for his right foot had been grabbed.

The Five-Finger Vajra, its jet-black Armament Haki radiating an irresistible aura, forcefully dispelled Borsalino's attack and countered with a grab.

"So you're that glowing ghost from the Navy? Didn't your instructor Zephyr tell you that being arrogant in front of the strong can get you killed?"

Grabbing Borsalino's right foot tightly, Redfield slammed him to the ground with a thud, the earth cracking and a dull thud echoing. Borsalino was in excruciating pain, spitting blood from his mouth, and the impact created a huge crater in the ground.

"Bang"

Four or five times, gravel scattered everywhere, and the entire ground shook. Redfield, holding the upside-down Borsalino, looked disdainful and kicked Borsalino in the stomach. In an instant, Borsalino's eyes rolled back, his face contorted, and he flew out, rolling across the ground and leaving a long ravine. At the end, Borsalino lay bleeding and barely alive.

Instant kill! Borsalino didn't even have time to react before he was critically injured and on the verge of death!

Since graduating, Borsalino's life hasn't been smooth sailing, but no one has been able to catch him, not even Kaido. He can come and go as he pleases.

But now, Borsalino, relying on his speed, has become arrogant, completely unaware that someone of Redfield's caliber only needs to catch him once, and the result will be an instant kill.

Borsalino, however, arrogantly engaged Redfield in close combat instead of using ranged attacks, and one can imagine his miserable end.

Decades from now, perhaps Borsalino would have the right to be arrogant in front of Redfield, but now, he doesn't.

"Is this the Future of the navy?"

Looking at Borsalino lying on the ground in the ruins, barely alive, Redfield felt genuine disdain. If it were Zephyr, Garp, Sengoku, or the others, Redfield would have turned and left without a word.

But if it's one of these ghosts, then he wouldn't mind killing a few to see what happens.

"The Dark Hound."

Just as Redfield was about to attack Borsalino, a figure moved along the ground, the temperature instantly rising, and a Magma Fist slammed towards Redfield.

Frowning, Redfield clenched his fist and, without dodging, launched a direct punch.

The ground cracked open, and scalding lava splashed everywhere. Sakazuki, who had just arrived, found his feet sinking deep into the ground, and his body was uncontrollably swayed sideways.

"Another Magma Demon has arrived."

Holding the black umbrella, Redfield was thoroughly annoyed. With a flick of his wrist, a crimson slash hurtled towards Sakazuki.

Unlike Borsalino, Sakazuki wasn't arrogant enough to immediately transform into his elemental form, solidifying his body on the other side before launching his attack.

"Great Eruption."

The lava rolled, Magma Fist, as large as a mountain, pressed down on Redfield like a volcanic eruption.

However, in mid-air, a buzzing sound rang out as a slash forcefully cleaved through the magma, carrying its remaining force as it hurtled towards Sakazuki.

His body shattered, Sakazuki reformed, spitting blood from his mouth.

It's clear that Redfield's attacks were imbued with Armament Haki.

Even though his Armament Haki has weakened by a level, he is still a formidable threat to Sakazuki and his group.