"You call this getting just a little stronger?"
Garp's voice brimmed with incredulous shock. His eyes, always gleaming with shrewdness and boldness, were now as wide as saucers, fixed firmly on Yas.
As one of this world's foremost masters of Taijutsu and Haki, he understood better than anyone what everything before him meant.
That was not mere strength.
Whitebeard could shatter the sky with a punch too, but that was "breaking" the rules.
Yet the enormous circular void Yas had erased with his own hands felt more like... "making" the rules!
This was a qualitative difference!
"What else would you call it?"
Yas slowly descended from midair, his feet touching lightly upon the churning sea opposite Garp as though it were solid ground.
Looking at Garp's expression, as though he had seen a ghost, Yas curled his lips in a faint sneer.
"Should I fight like you instead, shaking the earth like a demolition crew? That's far too crude."
"You little brat!"
Yas's words nearly made Garp choke. He pointed at Yas, bristling and glaring, veins throbbing on his forehead in fury.
But he could not refute him.
Because Yas was telling the truth.
Compared to Yas's godlike feat of "erasing the sky," his own fighting style of smashing islands and raising tsunamis at every turn did indeed seem somewhat... rough.
"Hahaha! Interesting! Very interesting!"
Garp suddenly dropped his exasperated expression and once again burst into his trademark unrestrained laughter, brimming with fighting spirit.
"Looks like I still underestimated you! Your strength now probably isn't below mine anymore!"
As he spoke, he began loosening his wrists and ankles. Every bone in his body cracked explosively, and a terrifying aura like a primordial beast awakening erupted from his seemingly unremarkable frame!
The surrounding sea, which had only just begun to settle,