One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Chapter 194: The War Ends

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Chapter 194: The War Ends

Danzo looked at his old partner, who was paralyzed in the chair with a relaxed face, and a complex emotion flashed through his single eye.

As expected of the Hokage.

You people who play politics are truly filthy.

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Defense Line 13 Ruins.

This place could no longer be called a battlefield; it looked more like a wasteland plowed by the wrath of a god. The earth was cracked, rocks were overturned, and even the continuous rain was torn apart by the violent chakra turbulence here.

BOOM!

A blinding golden light descended from the sky like a sword of divine punishnt, ruthlessly piercing the ground. Soil exploded, and gravel flew.

A figure wrapped in dark purple lightning rolled out awkwardly, ploughing a ditch several ters deep into the ground before barely stopping.

"Cough, cough..."

Garp knelt on one knee, gasping for large mouthfuls of air, his chest heaving violently. His proud bronzed skin was now covered in scorched marks, and there was a deep cut on his left shoulder exposing the bone, blood mixing with rainwater dripping down constantly.

"Damn it... these two bastards..."

Garp wiped the bloody water from his face and looked up into the sky.

In mid-air, a golden Susanoo, dozens of ters tall, hovered like a deity. The giant sword condensed from chakra in its hand exuded a desperate pressure.

And on the shoulder of the Susanoo sat Kizaru, crossing his legs, his fingertips flashing with dangerous light.

"Hey, hey, Vice Admiral Garp, can you still move?" Kizaru pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone maintaining that punchable, lazy drawl. "If you don’t surrender, the next kick might actually kill you~"

"Quit farting there!"

Garp roared, the lightning all over his body surging again. Although his body had reached its limit, his beast-like fighting spirit had not diminished in the slightest. "In this old man’s dictionary, there are no such words as ’surrender’!"

"Truly scary perseverance." Kizaru curled his lip, the light at his fingertips suddenly brightening. "Yasakani no Magatama."

Countless dazzling light bullets poured down like a torrential rain, covering all of Garp’s dodge space.

At the sa ti, the Golden Lion’s maniacal laughter echoed through the sky.

"Jihahahaha! That’s right! That’s the look! Want to kill ? Then co on!"

The giant sword in Susanoo’s hand was raised high, carrying the montum to sever everything. Coordinating with the rain of light bullets, it slashed down at Garp’s head.

A no Ohabari: Severance!

Desperation.

Garp grit his teeth, squeezing out the last trace of chakra and stamina in his body, preparing for a fight to the death. Even if he died, he would knock a tooth out of these two bastards!

Just at this critical mont, a cold, slimy chakra presence appeared on the edge of the battlefield without warning. This presence was incredibly strong, causing both the Golden Lion and Kizaru, who were attacking with full force, to pause involuntarily for a split second.

An expert!

It was this thousandth of a second delay that gave Garp his only chance!

He roared, pouring all his power into his legs, and forcibly twisted his body in a near self-destructive manner, lunging to the side.

Rumble!

The giant sword and the rain of light fell almost simultaneously. The position where Garp had stood was completely erased, turned into a bottomless crater, and a terrifying energy storm swept out in all directions.

Despite dodging with all his might, half of Garp’s body was still swept by the shockwave. Flesh and blood blurred, he flew out like a broken sack, smashing heavily into a distant cliff wall.

Dust filled the air.

A thin, pale figure stood atop a giant rock unbeknownst to anyone, long hair dancing wildly in the wind.

Orochimaru.

He looked around at the apocalyptic scene before him. Even for soone who had seen great scenes, his golden vertical pupils couldn’t help but contract slightly.

Is this... Tsubasa Uchiha’s power?

That golden giant, that pupil power that made one’s soul tremble. And that kid from Iwagakure, with that strange Light Release bloodline limit. And the Cloud monster who survived a sure-kill strike from two people.

"Truly a group of... exciting specins."

Orochimaru extended his long tongue to lick his lips, suppressing the greed and apprehension in his eyes, and looked up at the two in the sky.

"Tsubasa-kun, stop."

Orochimaru’s voice, amplified by chakra, clearly entered everyone’s ears.

The Susanoo in the air paused.

The Golden Lion stood at the giant’s brow center, looking down at Orochimaru with unfulfilled violence on his face. "Orochimaru? What are you doing here? Can’t you see I’m having fun?"

"The war is over."

Orochimaru didn’t care about the other party’s rudeness, simply stating the fact calmly. "Lord Hokage has just issued the highest command. Full cease-fire. Kumogakure has also withdrawn their troops."

"Hah?"

The Golden Lion was stunned for a mont, then flew into a rage. "Are you kidding ! I just took off my pant—no, I just drew my sword, and you’re telling cease-fire?!"

"This is an order."

Orochimaru pulled a scroll from his robe and threw it into the air. "The Daimyos of the major nations have been hijacked by Agakure. The five great ninja villages have now reached a temporary armistice agreent. Continuing the attack will be considered a rogue action."

The Golden Lion caught the scroll, didn’t even look at it, and shattered it directly with chakra.

"I don’t give a damn about so Daimyo! I’m taking this kid’s head!"

Saying that, the giant sword in Susanoo’s hand glowed again, poised to strike.

"Tsubasa-kun."

Orochimaru’s voice deepened, carrying a trace of warning. "You should be clear about the consequences of defying military orders."

The Golden Lion froze.

He wasn’t afraid of Orochimaru, nor was he afraid of Konoha’s Anbu.

But he was afraid of losing points.

The system prompt sounded in his mind at the appropriate ti:

[Warning: The current faction has issued a cease-fire order.]

[Continuing to attack friendly/enemy forces will be considered a violation. All Contribution Points for the current dungeon will be deducted, and the final settlent reward will be reduced.]

"Tch!"

The Golden Lion spat viciously, the expression on his face looking worse than if he had eaten a fly.

He had fought this battle until now and barely fard this many Contribution Points. If they were cleared to zero now, wouldn’t it all be for nothing? More importantly, if he didn’t get a high score, how could he surpass that old ghost Garp?

"Boring."

The Golden Lion cursed and dispersed the Susanoo. The golden giant that supported the heavens and earth turned into speckles of light and dissipated into the air.

He fell from the sky, landing steadily on a giant rock, looking unhappily at Garp, who was struggling to get up in the distance.

"Count yourself lucky. Next ti I run into you, I’ll tear your bones out one by one and feed them to the dogs!"

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