Pirates of the Peak

Chapter 1141 The Power of the Iron Fist

Chapter 1141 The Power of the Iron Fist

The battle between Kaido and Big Mom has temporarily come to an end, while on the other side of the battlefield, a life-or-death struggle is also drawing to a close.

The participants on both sides were the naval hero Garp, one of the Five Elders, Pittor Saint, and a primal demon!

Originally, Garp was fighting the primordial demon, and the demon was about to be killed by those iron fists when Pit surged in with his enormous insect body to join the fray.

Because he had long ago discovered that Garp was extraordinary; killing those primal demons of similar strength to them was too easy, which was not a good sign.

He had long seen that Garp was extraordinary—this old guy could kill those primal demons who were of equal strength to him with ease, as if cutting melons and vegetables!

This was by no means a good sign. If he were allowed to continue this slaughter, the remaining primordial demons would eventually be wiped out, and the battle would spiral completely out of control. Saint Pitt could not stand idly by!

"Garp! God Valley already showed you leniency back then, but now you've defied the World Government's will again. This time, we will not let you leave this island alive!"

Before he could finish speaking, Piet Saint suddenly opened his blood-red maw, and a jet-black gust of wind suddenly spewed out.

Wherever the black wind passed, the hard rocky ground instantly became riddled with holes, as if crawled over by countless venomous insects that were good at gnawing; the swords and weapons that fell to the ground were also eroded by the black wind, leaving them pitted and uneven, with gaps or breaks appearing in the weak points, making a piercing crisp sound.

This is only the power of the black wind sweeping by. If it were to be continuously enveloped by this yin wind, even a steel plate several feet thick, or a person who has cultivated extremely strong Armament Haki hardening, would probably not be able to withstand it for even a moment!

The terror of this black wind was absolutely chilling!

"Hahaha!"

A deafening laugh pierced the sky, and Garp's burly body stood as firm as a mountain. He casually threw a punch, yet its power was astonishing.

The wind howled as if an invisible barrier had been laid out across the sky. The black wind, carrying a putrid stench, suddenly swirled back, like a piece of silk being grasped by an invisible hand, spinning and deviating from its course, without even touching the hem of his clothes.

Garp didn't imbue this punch with any Haki; the force of the punch alone was enough to force the eerie black wind back several feet.

"What does the will of the World Government matter? I only act according to the justice in my heart. Whether you kill me or not is your business. I have never pleaded with you. Don't you find it ridiculous to say this now?"

Karp's voice boomed like a bell, spittle flying as he spoke, and a defiant glint in his eyes!

Before the words were even finished, the primal demon's claws came swiftly, accompanied by a sharp, tearing sound, the claw wind ripping through the air and leaving behind trails of dark afterimages.

Garp moved with agile steps, his figure shifting left and right like a ghost. Each dodge barely avoided the claws, his movements fluid and graceful, carrying a hint of leisurely ease.

The smoke of battle in God Valley has long since dissipated, but the bloody memory of that day is etched into his very bones—he did not leave in anger like his son Dragon, who saw through the corruption of the World Government.

He knew that if even he, the stabilizing force of the navy, were to leave, the navy soldiers who had escaped death from the Valley of the Gods would most likely be wiped out.

As long as he is in the Navy, those petty scoundrels will not dare to act rashly, or at least they will have many concerns!

That's his confidence, the toughness he's forged in his fists!

Unless the mastermind behind the madness that drove Rocks to madness intervenes personally, no one in this world can force him to bow down.

He never felt that he should be grateful that the world government hadn't held him accountable—what kind of bullshit logic is that?

Despite the fierce battle, Garp's naval uniform remains spotless, and the cloak embroidered with the word "Justice" on his back flutters in the wind like a banner, resembling an unyielding lighthouse firmly anchored in the hearts of all naval soldiers.

"How dare you utter such treasonous words, Garp! You are doomed!"

Pitt's insect-like face was contorted with rage, his compound eyes bloodshot, yet unable to conceal the deep-seated, overwhelming fear within.

He has lived for far too long, so long that he can no longer remember the passage of time; his lifespan is many times that of an ordinary person.

Logically speaking, such a long lifespan should have been enough for him to face life and death with equanimity, but the human heart is something that can never be measured by common sense.

However, people with different mindsets have different thoughts and concerns. Some people become more fearless as they live, while others become more afraid of death as they live—simply because they have too much and are unwilling to let go.

Pitt, these monsters standing at the top of the Celestial Dragons' pyramid, possess the resources of the entire world, able to manipulate events at will, and take whatever they want from the world.

How many people could bear to give up such a life of doing whatever they wanted? If it were a lonely and destitute person who had spent his life wandering, death might actually be a relief for him.

With a sudden burst of force, the tail hook pierced the ground, and the massive insect body of Pitt was propelled into the air by the recoil, moving with the speed of lightning.

Armament Haki surged upwards within him like raging magma, while Conqueror's Haki transformed into an invisible mental pressure that swept outwards. The two forces intertwined and converged wildly above his head.

In the blink of an eye, he covered several meters, his mountain-like head carrying immense force as he slammed into Garp's body.

That speed is insane!

This abnormal speed comes from the insectoid talent in the Devil Fruit!

People always think that Zoan-type Devil Fruit users are the fastest, but they forget the natural speed of the insect race.

Because their bodies are so small, few people pay attention to their speed. But the fact remains that they are so fast that they tear the air apart and make a sharp explosion.

So before Garp's body could even react, he was sent flying along with the giant insect.

But old ginger is still spicier!

Although his overall speed was a beat slower, Garp's muscles and nerves had already developed a fighting instinct. At the critical moment, his right palm struck his chest like lightning, avoiding a solid impact from Pitt.

He wasn't knocked away; rather, he was pushed backward by the palm of that overwhelming force. The rocks beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and fragments flew everywhere. But the extreme speed made it look to onlookers as if he had been violently knocked away!

Garp has fought his way up his entire life, and his combat experience is incredibly rich!

Even if Pitt lived several times longer, in terms of combat experience and on-the-spot reaction, Pitt couldn't even come close to Garp!

Garp has fought his way up through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his combat experience has long been honed to a state of perfection.

Although Pitt lived several times longer than him, when it came to on-the-spot reactions and fighting skills, he couldn't even come close to him.

In the instant he was pushed backward, Garp's counterattack was already taking shape—his left hand was firmly pressed against the top of Pitt's head, while his right hand was raised high, his steel-like fist bulging with veins and muscles bulging like mountains, full of explosive power.

Armament Haki transformed into a stream of dark light that swirled around his fist, while Conqueror's Haki stirred up the air currents between heaven and earth. Crimson lightning crackled and leaped wildly around his fist, and the scarlet light illuminated Garp's angular face, making him look like a tiger that had broken free of its shackles and descended the mountain, exuding a chilling aura!

"Ok?"

The destructive and ferocious aura emanating from Garp's fist made the hairs on Pete's body stand on end.