The tremendous shock wave forced Kizaru back, while the house beneath them collapsed under its pressure. As though struck by an invisible fist, it was flattened with a thunderous crash.
The shock wave then whipped up a whirlwind, sweeping the wreckage outward in an ever-expanding circle.
Crack, crack, crack!!
A piercing sound like space itself shattering rang out from where they clashed.
Holding back Kuta's Slash, Garp looked at the young face inches from his own. His lips curled upward as he laughed. "Hahaha!! Is that all you've got, brat?"
Kuta's strike was certainly powerful, but that much strength wasn't enough to do anything to him!
He had come to back Borsalino up, but more than anything, he wanted to see what power Kuta had used to kill Carteles so quickly.
Unless they understood that power capable of instantly killing an Admiral, Admirals would always have reservations when facing this fellow.
Take this time, for instance. Although Borsalino had always been laid-back, he used to take matters involving the Marines and the World Government seriously.
But once he learned that he would be facing Kuta, Garp had noticed his reluctance and hesitation, however well he tried to conceal them.
Such feelings had no place in a fighter at the pinnacle, much less a Marine Admiral like Borsalino.
"You'll find out how much strength I have soon enough."
Veins bulged on Kuta's forehead. Bracing against Garp's fist, he pulled back, then swung his blade down even faster.
As though he could see the future, Garp withdrew his hand the moment Kuta retreated, then punched upward, striking right in front of Kuta's blade.
Bang—!
An even greater shock wave rushed outward.
Then both their bodies became afterimages, like two streaks of light, constantly retreating and colliding, retreating and colliding...
The violent crashes