One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Chapter 248: The Fist that Crushes Space

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Chapter 248: The Fist that Crushes Space

"Stop spacing out, Magma Brat."

Garp didn’t look back, simply waving his hand casually. His tone was as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll in his own garden, rather than standing in a battlefield capable of destroying the world.

"Hurry up and step aside. This fight is no longer sothing you can interfere in."

If this were the past, Sakazuki would have flown into a rage. He might have even turned on Garp right there. But now, looking at the Golden Lion in the sky radiating an aura like a demon god, and then at the old man who had shattered a spatial rift with one punch... Sakazuki opened his mouth, but ultimately grit his teeth and silently swallowed his pride.

He knew Garp was telling the truth. These two old monsters from the previous era seed to have gained sothing extraordinary from that "Dungeon." Their current level had completely transcended the comprehension of this sea!

"Jihahahaha!"

Suddenly, a laugh of utmost arrogance rang out from the heavens.

Shiki floated high above, his wild golden hair burning like a fla in the sunlight. He wasn’t annoyed that his killing blow had been blocked. On the contrary, a fanatical excitent exploded in his scarlet eyes!

"Garp!"

Shiki looked down imperiously. His gaze was like one regarding an old friend finally arriving, or perhaps a nesis he had to tear apart with his own hands.

"You old bastard, you ca just in ti! I was just thinking that killing this magma puppy wasn’t satisfying enough!"

Shiki spread his arms as if to embrace the sky. Terrifying Conqueror’s Haki mixed with waves of evil chakra rolled out like a tsunami.

"Since you’re here, let this sea witness... who is the true legend!"

Facing Shiki’s overwhelming pressure, Garp rely curled his lip in disdain. He pulled his pinky from his nose and flicked it.

Pew!

A booger flew through the air like a bullet.

"I say, Shiki," Garp said, looking up with that trademark grin full of ridicule. "You really never learn, do you? What? Did you already forget getting beaten so bad you were looking for your teeth all over the floor? Or did those... cells eat your brain too?"

Hearing this, the arrogance on the Golden Lion’s face instantly vanished, replaced by a dark scowl. It was like a cat having its tail stomped on. A tangible killing intent instantly dropped the surrounding temperature by dozens of degrees!

"Shut up! You damn old fossil! I wasn’t in peak condition back then!" Shiki roared like an impotent husband, his voice rolling like thunder. "Besides, I am different now!"

Hum!

With his roar, the Mangekyo Sharingan in his left eye spun violently. A heart-stopping fluctuation of ocular power enveloped the sky. Dark clouds instantly gathered, and black lightning wove through them as if signaling the apocalypse.

"Do you see this, Garp?! This is the power of a God! I have been reborn!"

Hearing that word, the smile on Garp’s face widened. Only this ti, the smile carried a ferocity that chilled the bone.

"Reborn?"

Garp slowly raised his right hand. That calloused, ordinary-looking fist suddenly seed to transform into a black hole capable of swallowing everything.

"What a coincidence, Shiki. This old man... is the sa!"

The mont the words fell, Garp clenched his five fingers!

CRACK!!!

A tooth-aching snap echoed across Marineford. Everyone stared in horror. They saw clearly that within Garp’s palm... the space itself had been crushed like fragile glass! Black spatial cracks spread from between his fingers, dancing like dark lightning in the air.

The visual impact of this scene was even more shocking—more violent—than Shiki cutting space earlier!

"Th... This is impossible?!"

Not far away, Sengoku’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. His signature frog glasses almost slipped off his nose. As Garp’s comrade of decades, he knew the old man’s strength better than anyone. Garp’s fists were hard. His Armant Haki was strong. But absolutely not to this absurd degree!

Crushing space with pure grip strength? Was that still within the realm of humanity? Was this the so-called evolution of life? The power granted by the Dungeon? It was... monstrous!

Gulp...

Sakazuki, lying on the ground, swallowed hard. Looking at Garp’s fist, which was still smoking blackly, the last trace of unwillingness in his heart vanished. This power was simply not sothing the current him could hope to reach.

"You..."

In the sky, the arrogance on Shiki’s face froze. He stared dead at Garp’s right hand. For the first ti, a trace of gravity—even apprehension—appeared in his scarlet Sharingan. His Observation Haki told him: The current Garp is dangerous! Very dangerous!

Hidden within that seemingly aged body was a terrifying life energy like an erupting volcano! The intensity of that energy was ten tis more terrifying than the Tailed Beasts he had seen in the dungeon!

"Hehehe..."

Garp grinned, revealing rows of white teeth. He cracked his neck, the sound like popping corn.

"Shiki. That ability of yours in the dungeon was indeed annoying."

As he spoke, Garp slowly lowered his stance. Like a tiger preparing to pounce, his muscles instantly tightened, stretching his wide suit to the bursting point. An aura of extre violence exploded from his body!

Boom!

The ice beneath his feet shattered. Cracks spread frantically in all directions like a spiderweb.

"This old man was sick of your tricks in that world." Garp looked up, his muddy old eyes now burning with the flas of war. "Since we’re back in this sea, and since you’ve beco more durable... Good!"

Garp stomped the ground.

THOOM!!!

The entire island of Marineford trembled violently! The terrifying reaction force instantly pulverized the ice layer within a hundred ters into powder! Borrowing this imnse thrust, Garp vanished. A white shockwave tore through the air where he had been!

"I was looking to vent so anger on you!!!"

In the dungeon, limited by his physical stats, Garp hadn’t been able to unleash his full potential and had been helpless against the Golden Lion’s spatial severance. But now... now he was the fully realized Garp, combining the Eight Inner Gates, his self-created Nintaijutsu, and the Sage Body. Plus, he had eaten a flaw-free Tremor-Tremor Fruit.

Space abilities? As if he didn’t have them too!

Rumble—!!!

Accompanied by a roar like thunder, Garp appeared instantly in front of Shiki. No fancy techniques. No superfluous movents. Just a simple punch!

Wrapped in top-tier Armant Haki! Fused with berserk natural energy! And carrying that terrifying brute force capable of crushing space!

"Fist Bone: Sage Art: teor Swarm!!!"

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