One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Chapter 173: Nintaijutsu Secret Technique: Lightning Hell Go

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Chapter 173: Nintaijutsu Secret Technique: Lightning Hell God Body

The curtain of rain was torn to shreds.

Not by the wind, but by the terrifying airwave erupting from Garp’s body.

Garp stood in the center of the muddy ruins. The lightning surrounding him was no longer the violent bright blue of Kumogakure; instead, it had transford into a deep, oppressive dark purple.

That was the manifestation of chakra compressed to the extre.

"So much nonsense."

Garp twisted his neck, his cervical vertebrae making a tooth-aching crack.

This old lion has gotten quite cocky coming into this dungeon, Garp thought. It’s just as well I haven’t watched those Uchiha laughing compilations, or I’d be lanting how strange this is. Red Eye Disease really makes people arrogant.

Garp’s figure suddenly vanished.

Without any warning.

Not even a splash of muddy water was kicked up beneath his feet; he simply evaporated from the spot.

Only after his body disappeared did a dull explosion sound from his original position.

The pupils of the Golden Lion standing on the treetop constricted violently.

The abnormal vision of the Sharingan saw it!

In the field of view of those scarlet three-tomoe eyes, a black afterimage was crossing a distance of fifty ters in an instant, following a linear trajectory that defied the laws of physics.

Too fast!

Fast enough that the afterimage on the retina couldn’t keep up with the movent of the actual body.

"Earth Release: Double Earth-Style Wall!"

Shiki completed the hand seals almost subconsciously, and heavy rock walls rose instantly in front of the tree trunk.

Boom—!

A loud bang.

The rock walls were like they were made of tofu dregs, instantly exploding into powder.

A fist wrapped in dark purple lightning unreasonably pierced through the rock, carrying a suffocating wind pressure, heading straight for Shiki’s face.

"Damn it!"

Shiki cursed, his body falling backward in the air in an extrely wretched manner.

This old guy fights with so little dignity. Shouldn’t experts exchange moves back and forth, then comrcially flatter each other, before fighting properly?

Brute!

A brute!

The fist wind grazed the tip of his nose.

Just the wind.

Pfft!

Shiki’s nose tip instantly split open, blood spraying out.

The gale scraped his face raw, as if he had been cut by countless tiny blades.

"Think you can dodge?!"

Garp’s wild face pierced through the dust, appearing in front of Shiki.

He changed his fist into a claw, his five fingers like iron pincers, clamping ruthlessly toward Shiki’s ankle.

Face reality!

Lightning Release chakra surfaced on Garp’s body, but this was not a technique originally from Kumogakure.

Garp hadn’t been idle in this dungeon.

In reality, he had already mastered the energy of chakra, so in the dungeon, he was a large step ahead of others, especially in his understanding of chakra.

He found chakra to be a very interesting energy; it could vitalize cells and enhance physical activity.

He combined his decades of taijutsu experience, added his understanding of the Marine Rokushiki "Life Return," and even referenced the theory of the Eight Inner Gates from his mories.

He created a Nintaijutsu unique to himself.

"Nintaijutsu Secret Technique: Lightning Hell God Body!"

It wasn’t as simple as just draping on a layer of lightning armor.

Instead, he used violent Lightning Release chakra to forcibly stimulate every cell in his body, causing the strength of his muscle fibers to skyrocket tenfold in a short period!

Holy crap!

Inside the shop, Blake was shocked.

This old boy Garp figured out Kaioken!

That’s impressive!

This was a forbidden technique, like dancing on the tip of a knife.

If it were an ordinary person, their blood vessels would have burst long ago.

But he was Garp!

Crack!

Shiki’s ankle was firmly gripped.

The sound of bone fracturing was clearly audible.

Shiki frowned imperceptibly.

"Caught you, little bat!"

Garp grinned, revealing a row of ghastly white teeth. The muscles in his arm bulged violently, blood vessels wriggling under his skin like earthworms.

"Co... down here for this old man!!"

Boom!

Shiki felt like a rag doll, swung in a full circle by an irresistible force and smashed toward the ground.

The wind howled, and the ground rapidly enlarged in his vision.

Shiki felt his internal organs being squeezed together.

The agonizing pain coming from his ankle pierced his heart; it was the signal of crushed bones. But compared to the impending impact, this bit of pain was nothing.

This madman!

Garp didn’t plan on holding back at all in this world!

If he didn’t do sothing, after this strike, this body, which was only a few years old, would turn directly into a puddle of at paste.

He would die.

He would really die!

This long-lost, cold aura of death crawling up his spine to the back of his head.

"Damn Garp!"

Shiki’s eyes snapped open wide. The originally scarlet three tomoe spun frantically in this mont, looking as if they were about to bleed.

Their gazes t in mid-air.

Three ters from the ground.

"Genjutsu: Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique!"

Hum!

Garp, who was grinning ferociously as he prepared to smash Shiki into the earth, suddenly had an extrely tiny stagnation in his movent.

In his vision, the Golden Lion in his hand suddenly turned into a mass of twisted black mud. Countless pale arms reached out from the black mud, tightly grabbing his neck and limbs.

The world turned gray and white.

Those arms were cold and slimy, carrying a nauseating stench of rot, desperately trying to drag him into the abyss.

"Hmph?"

Garp frowned.

This kind of trick?

It’s only just a trick!

"Scram... for this old man!!"

Garp roared, and the violent Lightning Release chakra in his body exploded instantly. Like a chaotic beast awakening, it forcefully tore the illusion before him to shreds.

The gray and white world collapsed.

Reality returned.

Whatever happened, it took less than a second.

But for top-tier powerhouses, one second was the boundary between life and death.

Boom—!!

Garp’s fist smashed ruthlessly into the ground.

The earth wailed.

Soil mixed with crushed rock shot into the sky. A massive crater over ten ters in diater ford instantly, the shockwave blasting the surrounding rain into a vacuum zone.

However, the bottom of the pit was empty.

There was no scene of flesh and blood flying; only a severed shoe lay quietly in the muddy water.

On a tree trunk dozens of ters away.

Shiki gasped for breath heavily. Cold sweat slid down his forehead, mixing with the blood flowing from his nose, making his originally arrogant face look sowhat wretched.

His left foot hung slightly in the air, the ankle twisted at a grotesque angle.

"Haa... haa..."

Shiki stared deathly at the black shadow slowly straightening up from the dust in the distance, his heart beating like it was going to break his ribs.

Almost.

Just that little bit.

"Truly dangerous..."

Shiki raised his hand, wiping the blood and gri off his face, but the smile on the corners of his mouth grew even more ferocious.

"Is this the taste of death?"

"It’s truly... making too excited!!"

"Whoa! Whoa! That was close, that was close!"

White Zetsu’s half-pale face twisted exaggeratedly, his single eye staring like a copper bell, pointing at the massive deep pit below and shouting.

"Just now, it was almost all over! That descendant of Lord Madara, that kid nad Tsubasa, his head was almost exploded like a waterlon!"

"If he dies, won’t Lord Madara’s plan be delayed for several more years? Should we intervene? Should we save him?"

White Zetsu chattered endlessly, his voice sharp and piercing.

"Shut up."

Black Zetsu’s hoarse voice rang out coldly, dousing White Zetsu’s noise like a basin of ice water.

His beady eye stared deathly at the dark-skinned youth below wrapped in dark purple lightning, his gaze filled with a solemnity and confusion he had never felt before.

This kid isn’t right!

But we can’t let this Uchiha fall here.

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