A Bitter Battle with Garp, Xia Luo Against Three?

"Gurararara—"

"Roger, if you want to fight, then fight! Why all the nonsense?!"

Whitebeard leaped into the air, gripping his blade with both hands as the white cape behind him billowed fiercely.

High in the sky, Whitebeard raised his great blade. Black-red lightning gradually appeared, then multiplied, coiling around the blade.

An overwhelming presence crashed toward them.

"Hahaha, is it finally here?"

Roger's lips curled upward, his mustache lifting as fighting spirit surged within him. He held his blade in one hand, and dense Armament Haki instantly coated its edge, followed closely by Conqueror's Haki, which continuously wrapped around it.

The next moment, the two collided, unleashing violent shockwaves.

The ground beneath Roger's feet instantly turned to rubble. Everything within several thousand meters collapsed, and countless rocks were blasted into the air.

The people nearby were sent flying at once. Those with weaker strength were directly injured by the shockwaves, coughing up blood.

With a single strike, the heavens and earth seemed to split apart!

This was what a clash between top-tier powerhouses looked like.

"That's ridiculously exaggerated."

No matter how powerful the shockwaves were, Xia Luo stood where he was, completely unmoved.

Just then, Garp suddenly moved. Once he did, he was like thunder itself—fierce and swift.

A sharp fist wind howled toward Xia Luo.

"Fist Bone Impact!"

Prime Garp threw an invincible Iron Fist. His pitch-black fist, tempered to the extreme, carried fierce and tyrannical Conqueror's Haki.

"Good timing!"

Xia Luo shouted, his aura erupting. He clenched his right fist and threw it forward with all his strength, neither dodging nor retreating as he met Garp's Iron Fist head-on.

The More More Fruit activated silently!

More-More: Twentyfold Strength!

Rumble!!

The two fists collided, erupting with astonishing aftershocks that were no weaker than the clash between Roger and Whitebeard