"Fist Bone: Impact!"
"Dragon Clutch!"
The black fist and black "Dragon Claw" collided, unleashing a powerful shock wave. The two hands remained locked for a moment before drawing apart in unspoken agreement.
"You've gotten a lot stronger, you little brat."
Garp shook out his fist and said with a grin.
He had no intention of persuading Dragon to give up or surrender. Garp acknowledged his son's resolve and convictions, and knew there was no point in trying to talk him into surrendering.
"Maybe you've just gotten old, old man."
Faced with his father's praise, Dragon shot back without the slightest courtesy...
Yes, this was how the Monkey Family normally communicated.
"You've got some nerve saying that... you little brat!"
Thinking of how long it had been since he last saw his son, Garp had indulged in a rare moment of warmth. His expression immediately stiffened, veins bulging on his forehead as he raised his fist and swung at Dragon again. "Then experience for yourself whether your old man really has gotten old!"
Unlike Garp, who blithely dragged his son into a heart-to-heart through their fists, Sengoku was fraught with worry...
Has the Revolutionary Army really grown this much without us noticing?
He watched the Army Commanders keeping him and Ryokugyu occupied, along with the Revolutionary Army troops, whose numbers and strength were not much below those of Egghead Island's defenders, and who even seemed to be gaining the upper hand. His heart kept sinking.
Moreover, according to the news from Zephyr, his Pirates Guerrilla Force had also been intercepted by a Revolutionary Army fleet and could not come to their aid for the time being...
In the past, it had only been the Revolutionary Army's ideology that made the World Government wary. Now, however, the strength they displayed could not