"Hahaha, Pande Lia, that's just like you. You're even stronger than I imagined."
By then, sensation had slowly returned to Garp's left arm as well. He jumped out of the crater, dusted himself off, and spoke with a laugh.
Neither of them said anything more. They nodded in unspoken agreement, then charged forward again and clashed.
With both of them possessing Overlord-level strength, there was little hope of deciding a winner without fighting for several days and nights.
Minor injuries like these would barely affect either of their conditions.
Soon, thunderous booms rang out across the battlefield again. Every so often, one of them would crash into the ground, leaving a crater hundreds of meters wide and dozens of meters deep and triggering a small earthquake. Fortunately, the Red Line was sturdy enough to take the punishment. A smaller island would already have begun to crumble.
But even with the Red Line's durability, the shock waves from their battle still occasionally broke huge chunks of land off its edges, sending them plunging into the sea.
These formed small islands on the sea's surface, which, in a sense, counted as land reclamation. By the time the two finished fighting, there would probably be over ten thousand square kilometers of new land along the Red Line's edge.
"Fist Bone Impact!"
"Sword of Promised Victory!"
The clashes between their ultimate moves caused even greater disturbances. Almost every explosion left a crater spanning thousands of meters. On a smaller island, such as the deserted island where Lind had first arrived, a single attack would probably have wiped out the entire island.
"Gurararara, Shiki, come to think of it, we haven't sparred since we broke through, have we?"
While Pande Lia and Garp were locked in fierce combat, Whitebeard suddenly looked at Shiki beside him