One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Chapter 180: Where Is My Good Son?

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Chapter 180: Where Is My Good Son?

The rain curtain was evaporated by an invisible high heat, turning into a vast white mist shrouding the battlefield sky.

The ball of light between Kizaru’s palms grew increasingly dazzling. That heart-palpitating fluctuation didn’t stem from the magnitude of the chakra, but from a state of extrely unstable compression.

That short old man Onoki always boasted that Dust Release was the strongest attack thod in the ninja world, capable of decomposing objects into a molecular state.

But in Borsalino’s view, although that jutsu had astonishing power, it had fatal flaws.

The wind-up was too long, the preparatory movents were too obvious, and... it was too slow.

Light was the ultimate speed.

"That stubborn old man Onoki... if he saw this move, he’d probably be too surprised to speak."

The corners of Kizaru’s mouth lifted slightly, his sunglasses reflecting the light at his fingertips that had collapsed into a singularity.

"Earth Release’s nature transformation provides mass, Fire Release provides explosion, Wind Release provides cutting..."

Kizaru whispered slowly, as if explaining sothing to the air.

"Plus Light Release’s... absolute speed."

Hum!

The cubic barrier in his hands suddenly disintegrated, turning into a white ray only as thick as a finger, yet so bright one couldn’t look directly at it.

"Light Dust Release: Return of All Things to Ruins."

Shoo—!

No earth-shattering explosion.

Not even the sound of breaking air.

Because the speed of sound was far too slow to catch up with this light.

It was as if heaven and earth had been asured by an invisible ruler, and then an invisible hand holding an eraser wiped a line ruthlessly across the picture.

That tiny white light pierced the rain curtain instantly, pierced the air, pierced the barriers of ti and space.

Pointing straight at the ruins burying Garp.

In mid-air, Golden Lion Shiki’s scarlet Mangekyo Sharingan suddenly widened.

"This is!!?"

Under the rumbling ruins.

Garp, half his body crushed under rubble, was just preparing to push the stones away and rush out to punch that traitor Kizaru.

Suddenly.

A chill shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his skull.

That feeling was just like forty years ago at God Valley, when that madman Rocks directed killing intent at him for the first ti.

No ti to think. His brain didn’t even have ti to issue a command.

His body reacted instinctively.

"Lightning Release: Body Flicker!"

Purple lightning exploded in the gaps of the ruins.

Regardless of the cost, Garp squeezed chakra from every cell in his body. In a posture that defied human biochanics, he forcibly shifted half a ter to the right.

The instant he moved.

That white light arrived.

Silent and soundless.

A massive granite boulder blocking Garp’s original position didn’t even go through a shattering process; it simply vanished into thin air, leaving a circular hole with edges smooth as a mirror.

Then ca the ground.

Rock layers, soil, tree roots buried deep underground.

Wherever the white light passed, all matter was instantly erased.

Like a red-hot wire passing through cheese, it drilled deep into the ground without obstruction, leaving a bottomless black hole.

Only two seconds later.

The air rushed back in due to the montary vacuum, creating a sharp, ear-piercing detonation.

Bang!!

The airwave sent the surrounding rubble flying.

Garp rolled wretchedly into the muddy water ten ters away. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, mixing with the rain running down, making him shiver.

He gasped for breath heavily, staring deathly at the deep hole still emitting wisps of white smoke.

The hole wasn’t big, only about the thickness of a bowl.

"Borsalino!"

Garp looked up sharply, staring deathly at the figure on the distant treetop, his voice suppressing violent rage.

"You bastard, you actually used such a dangerous move?"

On the treetop.

Kizaru pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, the lenses reflecting Garp’s wretched appearance.

He put his hands back in his pockets, his body rising and falling slightly with the swaying branch, that punchable expression still hanging on his face.

"Ehh~"

A prolonged exclamation, carrying a bit of regret, and a bit of expected praise.

"Truly worthy of Vice Admiral Garp."

Kizaru tilted his head, his tone frivolous.

"To be able to dodge even in that situation... you really are a monster."

The golden skeleton giant suspended in mid-air let out a deafening roar of laughter.

Golden Lion Shiki stood at the Susanoo’s forehead, looking down at the battered Garp below, laughing so hard he leaned back and forth. His arrogant face was full of the joy of watching a show.

"Jihahahaha! Garp! You have a day like this too!"

Shiki pointed at the ruins below, tears almost coming from his laughter.

"Being backstabbed by a Marine junior you brought up yourself—how does it taste? This is the most wonderful side entertainnt I’ve seen in my life!"

In the ruins, Garp pushed away the boulder pressing on him and climbed out, covered in dirt.

His Cloud vest was completely ruined, revealing his sturdy upper body, where several scorched wounds were smoking.

"Shiki, you bastard, stop gloating over there!"

Garp spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, glared viciously at Kizaru on the distant treetop, then looked up at the Golden Lion in the air.

Two against one.

One had Mangekyo Sharingan with weird gravity and cutting abilities; the other was a Light Release ninja with extre speed who could erase matter.

This situation simply sucked.

Garp rubbed his sore wrist, his heart beginning to miss his rebellious son incomparably.

"Where the hell did that brat Dragon die off to?"

Garp cursed inwardly while staying alert for Kizaru’s sneak attacks.

If that rebellious son were here, at least he could share so of the firepower.

Even just being a at shield would be good!

"Achoo—!"

In a gloomy corner far away in the Land of Rain, soone sneezed.

...

Hidden Rain Village, Central Tower.

This was the residence of the "Demigod" Hanzo of the Salamander, and also the forbidden ground of the entire Land of Rain.

Outside the window, where rain fell year-round, thunder rumbled faintly.

Inside the dim room, the air was oppressive enough to suffocate.

"Bang—!!!"

A loud noise shattered the dead silence.

The wall made of heavy ironwood and carved with sealing jutsu formulas exploded like paper.

Amidst flying wood chips, a human figure flew out backward like a broken sack, smashing heavily onto the floor in the center of the room.

The hard stone slabs cracked instantly, stone fragnts shooting out.

The figure rolled a dozen tis on the ground before barely stopping.

He clutched his chest and vomited a large mouthful of blood. The gas mask on his face was half-shattered, revealing a terrified, aged face.

It was none other than the "Demigod" standing at the apex of the ninja world, Hanzo of the Salamander.

"Cough cough... Impossible..."

Hanzo struggled to stand up, but several of his ribs were broken, and the intense pain made him suck in cold air.

He stared deathly at the broken wall, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The dust cleared.

A man wearing an Agakure Chunin vest walked in slowly.

His face was ordinary, the type you couldn’t find if you threw him into a crowd.

But beneath this shell, an aura was radiating that made Hanzo’s soul tremble.

Wind.

Invisible wild wind surrounded the man, blowing away all the surrounding dust and sweeping away the damp, moldy sll that lingered year-round.

The man stopped ten ters away from Hanzo.

He didn’t speak, but simply looked quietly at this once-insufferably arrogant Demigod of the ninja world.

Those eyes.

Indifferent, profound, as if containing a storm sufficient to overturn the entire world.

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