One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Chapter 414 414: The God-Slaying Kick That Shattered Space!

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Madara laughed maniacally as he coughed up blood.

The Six Paths power within him operated in overdrive, repairing his broken body at a speed visible to the naked eye. This was the terrifying aspect of the Six Paths Mode. As long as he wasn't instantly reduced to ashes, as long as he had a single breath left, he could regenerate infinitely!

"I, Madara, declare you… The strongest!!!"

Hearing this declaration, Whitebeard, watching the stream, froze. Kaido froze. Even Imu, who had been sitting with a gloomy expression, involuntarily sat up straighter. Madara Uchiha's acknowledgnt! The acknowledgnt of the man who treated the heroes of the world like weeds! This wasn't just an affirmation of strength. It was the highest, supre honor!

However, faced with this praise that would make any martial artist rember it for a lifeti, Garp just dug at his ear dismissively. And then, kicked Madara squarely in the face.

Bang!

The slightly repaired bridge of his nose snapped again.

"Strongest my ass! Who the hell wants acknowledgnt from a defeated loser? What I want is… To beat you to death!!!"

The red light in Garp's eyes surged once more. He knew perfectly well that the combo just now felt incredibly satisfying, but it hadn't completely killed Madara. This monster's regenerative abilities were simply unreasonable.

Moreover… He could feel the vitality within him rapidly slipping away. The Senjutsu chakra keeping him alive was nearly bottoming out. He had to end this with his next attack. He had to end everything!

Garp took a deep breath. The red steam surrounding him suddenly began to frantically converge toward his heart. All his strength. All his Haki. All his chakra. Even… all his life force. Everything was staked on this single, desperate gambit.

An aura ten tis more terrifying than before was brewing within him. The heavens changed color. The winds reversed. The spatial fabric of the entire dungeon world groaned under the unbearable weight in that mont.

Inside the crater, Madara seed to sense that fatal threat as well. Ignoring his healing body, his eyes snapped wide open. A hint of genuine terror finally appeared on his arrogant face.

"Wait… This chakra flow… What are you trying to do?! You will die!!!"

Garp turned a deaf ear. He slowly dropped into a sprinter's starting stance. That posture looked like a fierce tiger preparing to prey on a giant dragon. The corners of his mouth tilted up, revealing an utterly unbridled, arrogant smile.

"Die? Didn't I tell you already? If I glimpse the peak of martial arts today… I can die tonight without regrets!!!"

BOOM!!!!!

The red dragon awakened at that very mont. This strike would be a hundredfold magnification of Night Guy. This strike would be the strike to pierce space.

"Accumulate!" Garp shouted softly, the sound of space warping.

The next second, he would transform into that pitch-black lightning known as "Night." And kick this so-called "god" before him… All the way back to the underworld!!!

All sound vanished at this mont. Between heaven and earth, there was only a streak of red light. It wasn't light. It was the ultimate giant dragon ford by Monkey D. Garp burning every last ounce of his life!

"NIGHT!!!"

This roar sounded like thunder detonating from the depths of his soul. Garp's figure completely blurred. He traveled through space at extre speeds, so fast that even ti seed to halt in his wake.

Madara Uchiha's Rinnegan stared fixedly ahead. He wanted to move. He wanted to dodge. Even as a "god," facing an attack capable of piercing a planet instinctively filled him with terror. But, he couldn't dodge!

The surrounding space was completely distorted by the terrifying mass of that incoming kick. It was like a bedsheet weighed down by a heavy object. No matter how he struggled upon it, his body would uncontrollably slide toward that red center.

"Is this… Taijutsu capable of bending space and ti?!" Madara's face contorted into an expression mixing terror and extre fanaticism.

Even the black staff ford from the Truth-Seeking Orbs was like a brittle twig before this warped space, snapping instantly!

BOOM——————!!!!!!

Impact. No flashy techniques. Just the purest physical body clashing against the purest chakra shield. Garp's right foot slamd viciously into Madara's chest.

In that split second, the atmosphere was instantly ripped open, creating a vacuum zone tens of kiloters in diater. Before this kick, Madara's proud Six Paths mantle was like paper ant to fool a child. With a tearing sound, it instantly pulverized!

Following that, bone. Flesh. Internal organs. The half of Madara's body reinforced by the Ten-Tails' chakra, upon touching the sole of Garp's foot… Was directly annihilated! Not broken. It was completely erased from existence by a kinetic force too terrifying to calculate!

"Guaaaaahhh!!!!" Madara let out an extrely blood-curdling scream.

He looked like a golf ball struck off a tee.

Swish!

He tore straight through the forest created by the God: Nativity of a World of Trees. Tore through the distant mountain range. Even… Tore straight through the crust of this continent!

Rumble, rumble, rumble————

The earth wailed; the sky trembled. A bottomless canyon, several kiloters wide, was brutally carved into the land of this dungeon world. That was the scar plowed by Madara's violently ejected body!

Silence. Dead silence.

Inside the Foosha Village tavern, everyone's mouths hung wide open, as if their jaws had dislocated. Kaido's gourd dropped to the floor, shattering to pieces, but he remained completely oblivious. He just stared blankly at the smoking abyss on the screen, trembling all over.

"Is… is this sothing a human can do?"

Doflamingo's sunglasses were askew, his forehead drenched in cold sweat. He swallowed, his voice as dry as if he had spent three days in the desert. "Monsters… They're all fucking monsters! If that kick had landed on Marineford… There wouldn't even be ash left of Marine Headquarters, would there?!"

On the screen, after delivering the kick, Garp was in free-fall, plunging toward the ground. The red steam around him had completely dissipated. In its place was a charred body, looking exactly like burnt coal. That was the price of opening the Gate of Death. His fire of life had completely burned out. Like a piece of burnt-out wood, the slightest breeze could crumble him to dust.

"Garp!!!" Sengoku rushed over like a madman, carefully catching the charred body before it hit the ground.

To the touch, it was icy cold. The body that was once as hard as steel, filled with explosive power, was now as fragile as shattered porcelain. Garp's eyes were tightly shut; his chest no longer rose or fell. Only the corners of his mouth still maintained that wildly arrogant curve, as if mocking the world, mocking that so-called "god."

"Cough… Is it over…?" Clutching his broken ribs, Akainu struggled out of the ruins.

He looked at the bottomless crater in the distance, his eyes filled with dread. An attack of that magnitude… There was absolutely no way Madara Uchiha survived! Even an Admiral taking that kick would be dead without a doubt!

However, just when everyone thought the dust had settled…

"Haha… Hahahahahaha!!!"

A spine-chilling, maniacal laugh suddenly echoed from the bottom of that abyss. The laugh was hoarse and weak. But it carried an aura of despair-inducing vitality!

Sengoku's pupils shrank violently. "How is that possible?! After taking that kind of injury… he's still not dead?!"

Whoosh—

An eerie wind blew past. From within the abyss, a figure slowly drifted up. No. It could no longer be called "human." It was half a mutilated torso!

Madara hovered in mid-air. The entire left side of his body, along with his left arm and left leg, had completely vanished. Everything below the chest was gone. Even most of his internal organs were missing, exposing half a still-beating heart!

An injury of this magnitude, on any other living creature—even Kaido—would have killed them eight hundred tis over. But… Not only was Madara not dead. He was actually laughing! Laughing maniacally, laughing unbridled!

"Almost… Just a little bit more!!!" Madara's only remaining right eye locked onto Garp, who was lying in Sengoku's arms.

There was no anger in his eye, only the exhilaration of surviving a disaster.

"That kick… If it had been off by just a few centiters and hit my head… I probably would've been completely done for! Hahahaha! Thrilling! Absolutely thrilling! Monkey D. Garp! I acknowledge you! In terms of Taijutsu, you are without a doubt the strongest!"

"But…" Madara's tone shifted abruptly, his voice becoming dark and mocking. "Unfortunately. The final victor remains !"

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