Finale (26)

"Iron Fist!"

Without any flashy moves, Garp's fists were his finest weapons! His Iron Fist was also his most powerful technique! This punch looked utterly ordinary, not even covered in Armament Haki. It was not because Garp was being careless, but because he knew this power too well. This was the power of his prime! He had roamed the seas with this power for over a decade. How could Saint Rosward's understanding of King-tier power possibly compare to his?

"Damn you, Garp! We should have captured your whole family back then! The D Clan truly is nothing but trouble!" Saint Rosward, once jokingly called Little Whitebeard by readers, had long since lost the composure expected of a World Government ruler! Fine beads of sweat covered his enormous forehead. He knew full well just how strong Garp was, and he understood even better how terrifying Garp had been at his peak!

It could be said that even after consuming a large amount of Celestial Dragon blood essence, Saint Rosward, unfamiliar with this power, could probably only draw with an elderly Garp going all out! Yet his opponent had now returned to his prime. That was power capable of rivaling Gol D. Roger, the King of the Pirates! How was an old man who normally devoted most of his energy to wreaking havoc upon the world supposed to deal with that?

But the arrow was already on the string; he had no choice but to fire it. Whether he could or not, he had to fight. There was no such thing as defeat in this war. They could die, but they could not lose!

"Mogura Armor!"

Saint Rosward roared, and an earthy yellow radiance instantly enveloped his entire body. This was a Devil Fruit treasured by the World Government, and one of