"Bang!!!"
An iron fist slammed squarely into Lorne's guard.
A shock wave spread in all directions from the point of contact, and the ground beneath his feet instantly sank half a meter.
Lorne's feet carved two deep furrows in the ground as he was driven back more than ten meters.
"Crack!"
The bones in both arms groaned.
Visible cracks appeared in his Armament Haki Hardening.
Lorne gritted his teeth and forcibly swallowed the blood rising in his throat.
His Grit shot up by thirty percent.
"How was that?"
Garp was already back where he had started, without a speck of dust on his right fist.
"That was just the warm-up."
Lorne lowered his arms and looked at the cracks rapidly healing across them.
Battlefield Valor ran at full speed, knitting the fractures back together within seconds.
"Keep going."
Lorne took his stance again, golden flames rising from his body.
"If one punch isn't enough, then ten. If ten aren't enough, then a hundred."
"I'm going to find that frequency in your punches."
Looking into Lorne's eyes, blazing with fighting spirit, Garp couldn't help grinning.
"Hahahaha! That's the spirit!"
"Just what I'd expect from my grandson!"
He charged forward again.
This time, it wasn't a single punch.
"Fist Bone: Meteor!"
Iron fists rained down from every direction. Each punch carried terrifying force, tearing the surrounding air into countless vacuum blades.
Lorne didn't retreat.
He spread his arms and met the storm of iron fists head-on.
A rumbling chain of explosions resounded across the entire Deserted Island.
The valley's rock walls collapsed one after another, sending dust billowing into the sky.
On the island's outskirts.
Kuina, Ryan, and Bakel all stopped what they were doing.
"That commotion..."
Kuina looked toward the valley, where shock waves kept spreading outward, even making the earth