"As expected of the Marine’s strongest man... I thought I’d hidden my presence well." Alucard’s right wrist was gripped tightly by Garp’s hand, causing the gun in his hand to be forced away from Garp’s forehead.
"Hah... but you’re still a little off." Garp’s hand was more constricting than any Seastone cuff. It was like an iron clamp, and even Alucard couldn’t move his hand an inch.
What incredible power!
This was Alucard’s first thought in his initial formal confrontation with Garp.
"But unfortunately for you, are you coming with ?" Although Garp asked a question, he squeezed Alucard’s hand even tighter.
"Ahahahahaha..."
Suddenly, Alucard’s cold laughter made Garp pause. Alucard twisted his body sharply, and his entire arm was ripped off. Blood spurted from the wound, staining Garp’s white coat crimson. Alucard raised his left hand, pointing the black gun, Jackal, and fired!
BANG!
Even Strawberry, an elite Rear Admiral, couldn’t help but shout when he saw the bullet hit Garp’s face. "Garp-san!!"
Garp’s head snapped back. After a mont, he slowly turned it back, his mouth wide open with a bullet clenched between his upper and lower teeth.
"Ptooey!"
Garp spat out the bullet and wiggled his front teeth with his finger. "I’ll have to get my teeth reinforced when I get back..."
BANG!
Before he could finish, a powerful kick landed on Garp’s stomach, sending his muscular body flying. Even so, he kept his feet firmly on the ground, sliding hundreds of ters back before finally stopping. A clear black footprint was now visible on the white suit under his coat.
"That’s a gift in return, Garp," Alucard said with a sinister laugh.
Garp didn’t seem bothered by the kick. His eyes were focused on Alucard’s twisted-off arm. The severed hand gradually turned into black mist and dissipated, while Alucard’s arm regenerated its bones, flesh, and even his coat.
"It’s not simple regeneration... that kid’s ability must have so kind of limit. But what is it..."
Garp scratched his head, and after thinking for a bit, he looked impatient. "Ugh... I can’t be bothered to think about this. It would be a lot easier if Tsuru or Sengoku were here. I’m not good at this."
"If I can’t figure it out, I’ll just have to kill him a few more tis." Garp gave up on thinking. He was never the type to rely on his mind.
Seeing Alucard begin a new wave of attacks, Garp’s eyes narrowed slightly. He turned to the unit behind him and said, "Bring out the cannonballs!"
Garp’s n were used to this. Whenever they went on a mission with him, cannonballs were an absolute necessity. In less than a minute, countless tal carts filled with cannonballs were pushed up behind and beside him.
"Alright The specially made large cannonballs for this mission" Garp picked up a cannonball over two ters in diater as if it were a baseball and threw it.
BOOM!!!
After a deafening explosion and a shockwave, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, causing the Marines behind him to swallow. No matter how many tis you see it, it’s always this insane... Is that a cannonball? It’s a miniature map-wide attack.
"Hmm..."
Garp used his Observation Haki to sense the situation. The next mont, he picked up two more cannonballs, one in each arm, and said, "He still won’t die! Bring another ten thousand cannonballs!"
"Yes!!!"
The soldiers behind him responded in unison.
"Eat this! Eat this! Eat this! Eat this!"
Garp continued to hurl the special cannonballs, causing a series of mushroom clouds to rise in Alucard’s direction. Even Borsalino had to admit defeat in the face of such destructive power.
"Arara, Garp-san, are you trying to sink this island?" Kuzan muttered with a frown.
At this point, almost all the Marines had stopped fighting. It had beco a one-man show for Garp. No one dared to approach the center of the explosions.
"It’s just cannonballs."
So people might have had that thought, but in Garp’s hands, a cannonball was no longer just a cannonball.
Da... da... da...
Seeing a figure slowly erge from the mushroom cloud, Garp, who had already thrown hundreds of cannonballs, stopped what he was doing and frowned. "This isn’t working... a simple attack won’t do it..."
Garp waved his arm, signaling for everyone to back away. He cracked his knuckles. "He really does just keep regenerating. I guess I have to do this myself."
GRAAFFF!!
A dog’s bark rang out, and the black hound Baskerville charged toward Garp.
"..."
"Garp-san!"
A Marine scread, but the next mont, Garp placed his left hand on the top of Baskerville’s jaw and his right hand on the bottom, holding its mouth shut so it could neither open nor close it.
"This is a weird power." Garp looked into the black dog’s mouth and, in the midst of it all, remained calm. "Is this a real dog?"
"If you think it is, then it is..."
Alucard suddenly erged from the dog’s mouth, a pistol pressed against Garp’s forehead. He had even caught "Dark King" Rayleigh with this trick!
BANG!
Not content with just one shot, Alucard fired repeatedly, forcing Garp’s body backward. The two hands that were holding Baskerville’s teeth in place naturally ca loose.
GRRRROOOOAR!
Baskerville roared again, seizing the opportunity to swallow Garp’s entire body.
For a mont, the tens of thousands of Marines present fell into a deathly silence. A Captain covered his temples with his hands and scread, "Garp! Vice Admiral Garp was eaten!!"
"You’re an idiot..."
Doberman, on the other side, said coldly, "If he were that easy to defeat, would he be called the Hero of the Marines?"
Just as Doberman had said, in less than ten seconds, the black hound Baskerville’s expression changed, as if it were enduring so imnse pain.
Five seconds later, Baskerville couldn’t hold back a roar. But unlike the previous one, it sounded pained and distorted.
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