"Kid!!"
"I'll play with you!!"
Wangchuan looked at the approaching figure, his eyes brightening slightly.
Like a hunter delighted at the sight of prey.
"Finally willing to make a move?"
"The Marine hero, Iron Fist Garp."
Looking at the approaching fist wrapped in dense Haki, he chose neither to knock it away with gravity nor to deflect it with repulsion.
He withdrew the gravitational barrier.
Then he raised his right hand, curling his fingers into a fist.
Haki coiled around it.
But the instant that fist clenched, the air around him began to hum faintly.
"Gravity can settle any fight."
"But today."
That fist met Garp's iron fist head-on, without dodging or retreating.
"I've decided to play with you the most primitive way."
"Consider it a tribute to your name."
Boom!!!
Their fists collided.
A collision of pure physical strength and Armament Haki.
The shock wave exploded outward from their fists, tearing a visible rift through the air above the Execution Platform.
The stone platform below could not withstand the shock waves. Cracks spread downward from the point of impact, and the entire Execution Platform shook.
Garp's body paused slightly in midair, then shifted half a body length backward.
Their fists remained pressed together.
Garp's gaze stayed locked on Wangchuan, his aged yet still piercing eyes narrowing slightly.
"You didn't use a Devil Fruit power?"
"Your fist..."
Wangchuan looked at him, the corner of his mouth lifting.
"Devil Fruit powers? I don't have anything like that, nor do I need it."
Garp frowned slightly at his words.
Then what was all that just now? Something he was born with?
Their fists remained locked for several breaths.
The air between those two fists gave a low hum, as though the entire sky were bearing some indescribable pressure.
"What tremendous strength!"
Garp's