I Become The Hokage After Returning From Dragon Ball Chapter 140 140 Mastering Conqueror's Haki Infusion

"Hey, hey, isn't this a bit too much?" Cavendish stood on a sand dune three kiloters away, sweat beading on his forehead.

The two n in the desert center were rely standing off, yet thunderclaps and lightning flickered around them, warping the very space.

"Fall back. Everyone, fall back beyond ten kiloters," Ace ordered decisively.

"Ace-sama, is that really necessary? We won't be able to see the fight from that far," So pirates questioned, but they began moving anyway.

Ace said gravely, "You haven't truly seen Captain fight. You don't know how terrifying monsters like them can be when they go all out. Honestly, ten kiloters might still be too close."

"Huh? But we saw the Captain fight on Little Garden..." A pirate argued quietly.

"That level of fight on Little Garden, except for the final blow, wasn't even a warm-up for Captain."

Before the words finished, a visible shockwave swept over them.

The sand dune beneath their feet instantly collapsed. Several slower pirates were sent tumbling.

"What's happening? They haven't even started fighting!" The pirates panicked.

"No, they already have," Ace brushed sand off his clothes. "It was a clash of Conqueror's Haki."

A scorching storm whirled at the desert's center. The two figures faced each other.

"Setsuna brat, your Conqueror's Haki is quite fierce."

"My fists are even fiercer!" Setsuna leapt into the air, a fist cloaked in Armant Haki crashing down.

Garp narrowed his eyes, studying the black-haired young man. The Armant Haki flowing over Chiaki's body, while skilled, was far from the level he'd expected from soone who killed Golden Lion.

'It seems that guy Shiki really did get old...' Garp sighed inwardly, unconsciously holding back thirty percent of his strength.

Boom!

In the deafening blast, Garp's body flew backward like a cannonball, plowing a trench over ten kiloters long through the desert.

The distant spectators fell silent. Everyone stared, wide-eyed, unable to believe what they saw.

"I-It's a joke, right?" A pirate muttered, his telescope dropping to the sand. "That's Marine Hero Garp!"

As the sandstorm settled, Garp returned using Geppo. His white cape was long gone, but he still wore his trademark hearty grin. "Hahahaha! Setsuna brat, it seems I underestimated you."

Setsuna shook his wrist, battle intent burning brighter. "If you hold back again, I'll bury you in this desert."

"Hah, quite the braggart." Garp laughed, his right fist suddenly wrapping in two colors of Haki. Dark red lightning crackled between his knuckles. "Let show you what a real [Iron Fist] is!"

The mont their fists collided, heaven and earth seed to lose color.

Kaboom!

In the world-shaking roar, a visible ring-shaped shockwave exploded outward from the two, crushing everything in its path.

Those ten kiloters away felt the sand beneath them shake violently before being swallowed by the rising sandstorm.

As the dust slowly cleared, they saw with horror that an enormous crater over five kiloters in diater now dominated the previously endless desert.

Sand still slid from the edges of the seemingly bottomless pit.

"Is... is this really sothing humans can do?" Cavendish's golden hair was matted with sand, his usually elegant expression utterly shattered.

At the crater's bottom, Garp spat out a mouthful of blood. "Hah, it's been a long ti since I've fought so freely."

Setsuna on the other side was worse off. His right arm was twisted unnaturally, blood constantly trickling from his mouth. But his eyes shone terrifyingly bright. This was the first ti he'd lost a fist clash.

"Again!"

Setsuna laughed, and this ti, dark red lightning, not Armant Haki, wrapped around his fist.

Garp's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's..."

Before he could finish his shock, Setsuna was upon him.

Another violent collision. Space itself seed to tremble. The clouds were swept clean from the sky, leaving a strange, circular void.

This ti, Setsuna was sent flying hundreds of ters away.

But Garp was left speechless, utterly stunned. It took him a mont to recover. "You... you grasped Conqueror's Haki Infusion in one try?"

"Not one try. Three," Setsuna said with a smile. "Both Golden Lion and Gaban used it on ."

Garp was confused. "Golden Lion I know, but when did you et Gaban?"

Setsuna didn't answer, continuing, "Even though it was the third ti, if you hadn't fought fist-to-fist, old man, I wouldn't have grasped it so easily."

Hearing this, Garp laughed. "You're right! Our way of fighting is the most satisfying!"

"Then let's continue!" Setsuna's right fist, trailing a sonic boom, aid for Garp's face.

Garp didn't dodge, eting it with a straight punch of his own.

Setsuna's fist connected with Garp's face at the sa mont Garp's fist landed squarely on Setsuna's abdon.

Both flew backward. Setsuna's body plowed a trench hundreds of ters through the sand, while Garp crashed through three sand dunes before stabilizing.

"Now that's a punch!" Garp wiped blood from his mouth. His left eye was swollen shut, but his smile grew even wilder. "Haven't had this much fun since Roger died!"

Setsuna struggled up from the sand pit. His bones groaned in protest, but his eyes burned with even greater fighting spirit. "Again!"

An unending series of fist clashes made the entire desert tremble. Each collision birthed a new sandstorm. The once-flat desert now resembled the moon's surface, covered in craters.

The scorching sun gradually sank westward, dyeing the desert blood-red.

The fight had lasted a full ten hours, but the two n's conditions were vastly different.

After another Conqueror's Haki-infused clash, Setsuna staggered back.

His clothes were long since tattered. His bare torso was covered in terrible bruises. His chest was sunken in one spot. His right arm hung at an unnatural angle.

In contrast, Garp rely had a badly swollen face, mostly superficial injuries.

"Setsuna brat," Garp shook his numb fist. "You fight even more recklessly than I did in my youth."

He could tell that Setsuna could have dodged many of those blows.

In a normal fight, Setsuna wouldn't have been this injured even after three days. But Setsuna insisted on clashing head-on.

Setsuna breathed heavily. "I wanted to use this chance to also master internal destruction with Armant Haki."

Garp was taken aback, then laughed heartily. "You grasped Conqueror's Haki Infusion because your Conqueror's Haki is strong enough. But your Armant Haki is far behind. It's not sufficient for you to project it externally."

"What you need now is to improve the quality and quantity of your Armant Haki. With your talent, grasping those techniques will be as easy as using your own body."

Garp laughed again. "Haha! To be honest, seeing soone who's mastered Conqueror's Haki Infusion but whose Armant Haki is just beginner-level... I've never seen that before."

"I understand," Setsuna nodded. "Then I'll continue. Fighting is the best way to improve Armant Haki."

Garp shook his head. "Let's stop for today. If you keep going, you'll collapse."

"It's still early. The second phase is just beginning." Setsuna took a deep breath and activated Food Honor. As if ti reversed, his body returned to its initial, pristine state.

Garp's jaw nearly hit the sand. "Life Return? You know that technique too?"

Setsuna didn't explain the difference between Life Return and Food Honor. He simply, bursting with energy, charged forward again.

"Haha! If a kid like you had been born ten years earlier, I wouldn't have had to use scrapped warships as punching bags!" Garp's fighting spirit soared equally high. A free, high-quality punching bag was just what he wanted.