Iron Fist!
Garp was furious. He charged straight at Dragon and threw a vicious punch before he even reached him. The force of it sent a violent shock wave ripping across the ground, opening a huge fissure. He had held nothing back. Everyone gasped when they saw Garp and Dragon clash. "Are Vice Admiral Garp and Dragon really going to fight? Father and son?"
Helmeppo's eyes widened in terror. His mouth hung so far open his jaw nearly hit the ground. Beside him, Koby looked at Garp, shaken to his core. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, suddenly filled with resolve. Vice Admiral Garp had struck even though Dragon was his own son. By comparison, Koby felt ashamed. He had hidden behind everyone else without once joining the fight. Hating himself for it, he swore to follow Vice Admiral Garp's example and never forget where he stood.
Boom!
Dragon Fist!
Dragon was stunned too. He had not been prepared for this and had never dreamed of fighting Garp. But now that Garp had made his move, retreat was out of the question.
Their fists collided with a deafening crash. Shock waves surged through the area as though dozens of powerful bombs had gone off at once. Many people failed to dodge and were hurled into the air before tumbling back down like dumplings into boiling water.
Dragon stood motionless, tall and steady as a rock. Garp had not moved a step either. The shock waves took a long time to die away. Garp stared straight at Dragon, torn between pride, anger, and astonishment.
Garp knew his son was a man of conviction. Dragon wanted to free all the poor and oppressed, and father and son had once argued fiercely over it.
Garp believed Dragon should join the Marines.