The instant their fists met, Garp felt as though he were truly fighting the entire boundless sea.
With his strength, he was confident he could punch straight through even a thousand-meter-high tsunami.
But the force surrounding Kakarot now was ten thousand times more terrifying than an ordinary tsunami. It carried the might of a natural disaster imbued with the power of heaven and earth, surging toward him in layer upon layer with an irresistible, crushing momentum.
Garp's all-out punch barely stopped the first wave of force from Kakarot's move, but his arm was already numb from the impact, and stabbing pains radiated from deep within his bones.
Yet he knew perfectly well that the strength of Kakarot's move had never lain in a fierce, overbearing burst of power.
This Vast Sea Fist Intent: Mountain-Overturning Overwhelm drew on the momentum of heaven and earth. Its force came like a real tsunami, wave after wave, each driving the one before it forward, each stronger than the last.
Every surge carried the weight and density of the deep sea. Though seemingly unhurried, it concealed an erosive force that seeped through every opening.
Enduring the first impact had already pushed Garp to his limit.
As the strength in Garp's fist gradually waned, an even larger phantom tsunami seemed to materialize before his eyes, blotting out the sky and sun. A hundred times more immense than the last, it bore down on him with an unstoppable force capable of swallowing heaven and earth.
Every muscle in his body was already stretched taut, and he had driven his Haki to its limit, yet he still could not stop the successive waves of force pouring toward him like the tide.
At last, Garp felt his chest tighten and a metallic sweetness rise in his throat. Unable to