The battle between Kaido and Big Mom has temporarily come to an end, while on the other side of the battlefield, a life-or-death struggle is also drawing to a close.
The participants on both sides were the Marine Garp the Hero, one of the Five Elders, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, and a Primordial Demons!
Originally, Garp was fighting the Primordial Demons, and the demon was about to be killed by those Iron Fist when Ju Peter, with his enormous insect body, joined in.
Because he had long ago discovered that Garp was extraordinary; killing those Primordial Demons of similar strength too easily was not a good sign.
He had long seen through Garp's extraordinary nature—this old man had killed those Primordial Demons of equal strength to him with such ease, as if cutting melons and vegetables!
This is by no means a good sign. If he is allowed to continue this slaughter, the remaining Primordial Demons will eventually be wiped out, and the battle will be completely out of control. Saint Shepherd Ju Peter will never sit idly by!
" Garp! God Valley already showed you leniency back then, but now you've defied the World Government again. This time, I won't let you leave this island alive!"
Before he could finish speaking, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter suddenly opened his blood-red maw, and a jet-black gust of cold wind abruptly spewed out.
Wherever the black wind passed, the hard rocky ground instantly became riddled with holes, as if crawled over by countless venomous insects skilled at gnawing; the swords and weapons that fell to the ground were also eroded by the black wind, leaving pits and cracks, with weak points directly showing gaps or breaking, emitting a piercing, crisp sound.
This is only the power of the black wind sweeping by. If it were to be continuously enveloped by this yin wind, even a steel plate several feet thick, or a person with extremely strong Armament Haki Hardening, would probably not be able to withstand it for long!
The terror of this black wind was absolutely chilling!
"Hahaha!"
A deafening laugh pierced the sky, Garp's burly body stood as firm as a mountain. He casually threw a punch, yet its power was astonishing.
The wind howled as if an invisible barrier had been laid out across the sky. The black wind, carrying a putrid stench, suddenly swirled back, like a piece of silk being grasped by an invisible hand, spinning and deviating from its course, without even touching the hem of his clothes.
Garp didn't imbue this punch with any Haki; the force of the punch alone was enough to force the eerie black wind back several feet.
"What does the World Government's will matter? I only act according to the justice in my heart. Whether you kill me or not is your business. I have never pleaded with you. Don't you find it ridiculous to say this now?"
Garp's voice boomed like a bell, spittle flying as he spoke, his eyes burning with an arrogant glint!
Before the words were even finished, the Primordial Demons's claws, accompanied by a sharp, tearing sound, came slashing down in quick succession, the claw winds ripping through the air and leaving behind trails of dark afterimages.
Garp moved with agile footwork, his figure shifting left and right like a ghost. Each dodge barely avoided the claws, his movements fluid and graceful, carrying a hint of leisurely ease.
The smoke of battle in God Valley has long since dissipated, but the bloody memory of that day is etched into his very bones—he did not leave in anger like his son Dragon, who saw through the corruption of the World Government.
He knew that if even he, the linchpin of the navy, were to leave, the majority of the navy soldiers who had escaped death at God Valley would be wiped out.
As long as he's in the Navy, those petty scoundrels won't dare to act rashly, or at least they'll have many reservations!
That's his confidence, the toughness he's forged in his fists!
Unless the mastermind behind the madness that drove Rocks to madness intervenes personally, no one in this world can force him to bow down.
He never felt that he should be grateful that the World Government hadn't held him accountable—what kind of absurd logic is that?
Despite the fierce battle, Garp's naval uniform remains spotless, and the cloak embroidered with the word "Justice" on his back flutters in the wind like a banner, resembling an unyielding lighthouse firmly anchored in the hearts of all naval soldiers.
"How dare you utter such treasonous words, Garp! You've met your end!"
Ju Peter's insect-like face was contorted with rage, his compound eyes bloodshot, yet unable to conceal the deep-seated, overwhelming fear within.
He lived for far too long, so long that he couldn't even remember the exact number of years he had lived; his lifespan was already several times that of an ordinary person.
Logically speaking, such a long lifespan should have been enough for him to face life and death with equanimity, but the human heart is something that can never be measured by common sense.
However, different mindsets lead to different thoughts and concerns. Some people become more fearless as they live, while others become more afraid of death—simply because they have too much and are unwilling to let go.
The Ju Peter, these monsters standing at the top of the Celestial Dragons' pyramid, possess the resources of the entire world, able to manipulate events at will, and take whatever they want from the world.
How many people could bear to give up such a life of freedom and indulgence? If it were someone who was lonely and destitute, whose life was filled with hardship and displacement, perhaps death would be a relief for them?
With a sudden burst of force, the tail hook pierced the ground, Ju Peter's massive insect body was propelled into the air by the recoil, moving with the speed of Inazuma.
Armament Haki surged upwards within him like raging magma, while Conqueror's Haki transformed into an invisible mental pressure that swept outwards. The two forces intertwined and converged wildly above his head.
In the blink of an eye, he covered several meters, his mountain-like head carrying immense force as he slammed into Garp's body.
That speed is insane!
This incredible speed comes from the insectoid talent granted by the Devil Fruit!
People generally believe that Zoan Devil Fruit users are the fastest, but they forget the innate speed of the insect race.
Because their bodies are so small, few people pay attention to their speed. But the fact remains that they are so fast that they tear the air apart and make a sharp, explosive sound.
So before Garp could even react, he was sent flying along with the giant insect.
But old ginger is still spicier!
Although his overall speed was a beat slower, Garp's muscles and nerves had already developed into a fighting instinct. At the critical moment, his right palm struck his chest like Inazuma, avoiding a solid impact from Ju Peter.
He wasn't knocked away; rather, he was pushed backward by an overwhelming force, his palm pressing against the ground. The rocks beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and fragments flew everywhere. But the extreme speed made it appear to onlookers that he had been violently knocked away!
Garp has fought his way up through life, and his combat experience is incredibly rich!
Even if Ju Peter lived several times longer, in terms of combat experience and on-the-spot reaction, Ju Peter couldn't even come close to Garp!
Garp has fought his way up through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his combat experience has long been honed to a state of perfection.
Although Ju Peter lived several times longer than him, when it came to on-the-spot reactions and fighting skills, he couldn't even come close.
In the instant he was pushed backward, Garp's counterattack was already taking shape—his left hand was firmly pressed against the top of Ju Peter's head, while his right hand was raised high, his steel-like fist bulging with veins and muscles bulging like mountains, full of explosive power.
Armament Haki transformed into a stream of dark light that swirled around his fist, while Conqueror's Haki stirred the air currents between heaven and earth. Crimson Inazuma crackled and leaped wildly around his fist, and the scarlet light illuminated Garp's angular face, making him look like a tiger that had broken free of its shackles and descended the mountain, exuding a chilling aura!
"Um?"
The destructive, ferocious aura emanating from Garp's fist made the hairs on Ju Peter's body stand on end.