Mislanda Beyond Imagination!

On an uninhabited island, Bullet slammed down with a punch, instantly shaving a section off another mountain peak!

Seeing the power of his punch, Bullet grinned.

"Brat, are you still alive?"

"If you're dead, then your daughter will only have her mother left!"

Boom!

Just as Bullet finished speaking, Mislanda slowly emerged from a pile of rubble.

He brushed the dust from his clothes.

"Bullet, that punch wasn't bad. It barely had a hint of Garp's Iron Fist!"

If one had to ask whose fists were the hardest in the world, there was no doubt—it was Garp!

No one wanted to taste those iron fists as big as sandbags.

And Bullet's punch just now had indeed been tremendously powerful, powerful enough to contend with Garp's fists!

It had to be said that Bullet had trained hard these past few years!

Bullet rarely used the Fusion-Fusion Fruit. Physical combat was what he used most often, and naturally, he had reached an extremely high level in it.

"Hahahaha, brat, we're only just getting started!"

With that, Bullet threw another punch, his massive fist hurtling toward Mislanda.

Hmph!

Facing Bullet's punch, Mislanda did not dodge.

He merely made a punching motion before immediately charging forward.

Under the watchful eyes of the many reporters at sea, the two figures collided at high speed.

Bang!

At last, the clash between two top-tier powerhouses began!

The enormous shockwave spread from where their fists met, sweeping in every direction.

The ships watching from the sea rocked violently under the impact.

"Bullet, your fists are certainly strong, but that depends on who you're comparing them with!"

Mislanda immediately increased his strength, and the immense force knocked Bullet back into the mountain behind him!

The two once-towering peaks had both been shortened, leaving only hundreds upon thousands of chunks