Silver Axe Dies

Loki wasn't particularly happy about killing Gaban.

He still has to go after that bastard of a father!

As the saying goes, timing is everything; just then, a series of footsteps sounded from below.

What is this huge, scary thing?

"Huh? It's Loki!"

Garp and Xiong looked up, and thankfully the sky was black, otherwise the sun at this angle would have been so dazzling that they wouldn't have been able to open their eyes.

The villain recognized Loki even faster, after all, he was there when Loki landed on Hachinosu.

The next second, something fell from the sky, and the two instinctively stepped back to avoid it.

Snap!

A mangled corpse lay on the ground, broken into several pieces.

Garp and Xiong were clearly taken aback.

"This is..." Garp stepped forward to examine it, noticing the two axes tightly gripped by the severed hand, and a name suddenly popped into his mind.

"Gaban Roger's men?"

Upon hearing this, Xiong raised an eyebrow. If Garp hadn't admitted his mistake, that bastard Roger would probably have gone berserk.

But before that...

Loki roared, clenching his empty left fist and slamming it down, the force of the punch whipping their hair upside down.

The ferocious creature rolled just before its fist hit the ground, hearing a deafening crash as the ground behind it cracked open, leaving a massive, meteorite-sized crater.

He turned around and saw that Garp had already jumped up, Loki's head was almost piercing the sky.

Lead-gray clouds spread high in the sky, pressing down from the rift in space, and Loki gripped his one-handed sword tightly once more.

The blood and frost remaining on the sword had now been melted into water by the boiling temperature of the body.

"Fist Bone!"

Garp shot straight into the sky like a missile.

Loki looked down at Garp as if he were a pebble at his feet that could be crushed at any moment, and then he thrust out his greatsword.

Unexpectedly, Garp blasted Loki's sword away from the front and charged straight at him, punching Loki in the face!

Bang!

As the deep, muffled sound rang out, Loki leaned back abruptly, stumbling slightly.

Although he didn't fall, Garp's immense strength was evident.

"Although I quite like King Harald, you're good for nothing but causing trouble!"

Garp remained in his punching stance, speaking with a cold expression.

"The son and father have completely opposite ideas, and now they've become enemies. What a misfortune for the family!"

Roar!!

Loki suddenly straightened up, his face now covered in white armor, his eyes gleaming with golden light, and his exposed skin etched with red stripes.

He opened his mouth wide, gathering Spiritual Power in his throat. It didn't solidify; it was simply released in the purest way.

Wow!!

A deep red beam shot out; though it was a beam, judging from Loki's size, it was clearly a light cannon capable of destroying a city.

The brilliant light illuminated the area, engulfing Garp in mid-air.

The light shines straight into the distance, reaching the edge of the field of vision.

"Loki's abilities are too troublesome. Engaging in prolonged combat isn't a smart move. Let's avoid this route!"

Below, the culprit didn't make a move; only his eyes behind his sunglasses flickered as he considered his next move.

I've seen Loki fight before; it's truly futile no matter how hard you fight. Continuing to fight is a waste of time; ignoring Loki is the wisest course of action.

But he can't abandon Garp.

This doesn't mean they had a close relationship with Garp; on the contrary, if they met at sea, they would definitely run away.

He acknowledged Garp's combat prowess and believed that cooperating with Garp... no, with anyone, was the only way to survive this deadly game.

BOOM!!

A cloud of smoke exploded not far away, and the ground shook. Xiong turned his head to look.

Garp emerged looking disheveled, his shirt gone, revealing his powerful muscles and some scars on his skin.

How so?

I'm going to beat this brat to a pulp!

"Okay, there's nothing I can do about it then..."

Faced with Garp's dark response, Fierce took off the large axe from his back, thinking that he should beat Loki until he was exhausted first.

As the ground shook once more, Loki dragged his heavy body toward them.

"Loki can regenerate indefinitely, so don't expect to kill him instantly. Only by constantly attacking can you possibly defeat him!" the fierce man said rapidly.

"I'll do it anyway!" Garp clenched his fists, his body crackling with fine black and red electricity.

Bang!

Garp transformed into a glowing cannonball, and as if ignited and launched, the recoil shattered the earth, propelling him instantly into the air.

"Then cut him to pieces!" The fierce one walked on the ground, and the two of them, one above and one below, rushed towards Loki.

Um?!!

Loki noticed Garp first; Garp's aura was so exaggerated that it caused the heavens and earth to change color.

"Die!" Loki pulled his arm diagonally, rotating it from his legs to his waist, and lashed out like an iron whip, the greatsword drawing a strange arc.

Garp meant what he said; he was going to defeat Loki head-on, and in one blow.

Bang!!

First came the sound of a violent impact, followed by the clanging of metal breaking. The two sides were locked in a stalemate for only a moment before Loki's greatsword snapped in two!

Garp continued his momentum, his fist extended forward, his body movements streamlined, like One-Punch Man.

"Blut Vene..." Loki was speechless.

Garp's fist slammed into Loki's head with immense force, a flash of greenish-blue lines appearing as his facial skin contorted inch by inch.

With bones shattered and muscles snapping one by one, Loki's head was smashed apart by a single punch!

"Wow! That's powerful!"

Below, the villain who had just cut off Loki's leg exclaimed in admiration upon seeing this.

Garp himself was visibly taken aback, subconsciously glancing at his fist, wondering if the force of that punch was so great that it could even shatter a giant's head.

Buzzing!!

The heavens and earth trembled, and countless Reishi, visible to the naked eye, drifted in the air like lit fireflies.

These elfin-like energy substances were drawn towards the headless corpse that was about to fall, and attached themselves to it inch by inch.

"This is?!"

Garp's eyes widened, and light, so much light, shone on his face.

Loki was glowing, and the surrounding space cracked like glass, then pieces fell off one by one, as if the world itself could hardly bear it.

"I've said it! I've said it! Even if I die, I will continue to fight!"

Loki roared and transformed into a giant of light.

Snap!!

Suddenly, Garp felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and a gash that tore half of his body open out of nowhere, gushing out a large amount of blood, soaking his shoes.

Then Loki raised the broken sword and brought it down like a dark mountain range.

"Hateful..."

The harsh words were drowned out before they could be finished.

When Loki raised his sword, a bottomless hole appeared. The ferocious beast was gone, and only a few fragments of its body could be vaguely seen at the edge of the hole.

The man who had already made a name for himself as Silver Axe on the high seas was killed in an instant!

At the same time, countless others died.

Looking at Loki, who blotted out the sky, Garp felt a bead of cold sweat on his forehead. He sensed, deep down, that a familiar presence had vanished.

He clutched his injured abdomen, and suddenly a memory flashed through his mind of his youth, of conquering the forest alone.

Back then, he rode a tiger, full of youthful vigor...

Boom!!

The broken sword fell once more, splitting the earth in two and creating a deep abyss resembling a great rift valley.

The giant stood still for a moment, then suddenly changed direction and ran towards the center. As he ran, the earth shook.