pertwk Chapter 224 Is Garp's destiny to kill Rocks? A brutal beating of Lingling, all for the sake of
Chapter 224 Is Garp's destiny to kill Rocks? A brutal beating of Lingling, all for the sake of
Chapter 224 Is Garp's destiny to kill Rocks? A brutal beating of Linlin, all for the sake of the cake!
The beach in the inner sea of God Valley, which should have been covered with soft, smooth white sand, is now filled with countless terrifying cracks and charred pits.
Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp, supporting himself with one hand, slowly rose from the deep crater. His cloak of justice had been reduced to tattered rags in the impact, and a distinct dark purple bruise ran across his muscular chest—a medal left from being struck head-on by Rocks's almost godlike repulsive force in the open sea.
"Cough—cough cough—" Garp casually spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with sand, but his eyes were terrifyingly clear.
He looked up and saw the inland sea channel that Lox had forcibly pierced through with the "Blood Path of the Underworld." On that deadly road leading to the altar, Lox was preparing to step ashore with an arrogant stride.
In Garp's vision, the man named Xebec was no longer just a pirate; the cold, domineering aura surrounding him was like a dark nebula about to devour an entire era.
A kind of intuition, or perhaps a sense of destiny as a top-tier naval fighter, surged wildly deep within Garp's soul.
"If we don't kill him here, there will truly be no dawn on this sea."
Garp murmured to himself, his facial muscles contorted with extreme tension. He didn't care about the Celestial Dragons' lives or deaths, nor did he care whether God Valley would sink to the bottom of the sea. What he cared about was the absolute will that embodied "justice".
He could sense that today, at this very moment, Rocks must die under his iron fists. This was destiny, and the only meaning of his existence as Monkey D. Garp.
"Rocks!! Leave your life behind!"
Garp let out a ferocious roar like a tiger descending a mountain or a trapped beast fighting for its life. At this moment, all the blood vessels in his body bulged due to the overload of Haki. His whole body transformed into a black lightning bolt, launching a suicidal, desperate attack on the back of Rocks' head at an extreme speed that tore through space.
This punch embodied half a lifetime's worth of skill, even igniting crimson flames around the fist caused by intense air friction.
However, faced with this earth-shattering blow that could have killed a general, Lockes did not even turn his head. He did not even stop for half a step, as if the devastating attack behind him was just a harmless breeze.
"Get out of my way, you navy kid. Your opponent is not this old man."
The moment Rocks' cold yet magnetic voice fell, a massive longsword slashed through the sky, carrying a devastating shockwave, and precisely positioned itself in front of Garp's iron fist.
"Bang—!!!"
At the point where the fist and the blade collided, the air shattered like glass by a hammer, instantly creating countless tangible atmospheric cracks. The once smooth beach vanished completely in that instant, replaced by a hemispherical crater tens of meters deep.
"Gurarararara, Garp, if you want my captain's head, you're probably not quite there yet."
Edward Newgate gripped the longsword "Murakumogiri" in one hand, his towering figure firmly blocking Rocks' path. His blond hair danced wildly in the air currents, a wild and unrestrained smile playing on his lips, and his domineering eyes were fixed on Garp below.
"Newgate!!!" Karp landed on the edge of the pit, his black right fist still emitting white smoke. He stared intently at the giant in front of him, who was at the height of his power, a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
That was his only chance to kill Rocks before he had fully ascended to godhood, and now, that chance had been snatched away by the man known as "Whitebeard."
"Has your serious illness not flared up yet? You seem a bit too energetic right now, Newgate." Karp wiped the blood from his forehead and let out a furious, mocking roar. "Since you're going to stand in that demon king's way, then let me use these fists to send you on your way first."
"Serious illness? Gurararara, I'll only consider that after I've drunk all the fine wine in the world." Newgate laughed, gripping the hilt of Murakumogiri with both hands, and with a burst of power from his waist, he slashed horizontally through the air. "Catch this, Marine, this is my funeral music for you."
"Head-shattering Void!"
With Newgate's swing, the white vibration ball covering the top of Murakumogiri shattered instantly, representing the most extreme physical violence on this vast ocean.
Garp neither dodged nor evaded, nor even blinked. His right fist, which was soaked in Armament Haki and turned a deep purple-black, charged up again. The ground beneath his feet could not withstand the pressure and instantly sank three feet.
"Fist and Bone - Conflict!"
The two collided violently once again.
In that instant, the previously chaotic and noisy battlefield of God Valley fell into a deathly silence for a second. Immediately afterward, a Conqueror's Haki shockwave, powerful enough to instantly stun all ordinary soldiers within a ten-mile radius, swept out.
The black lightning dragon swam wildly outwards from the center of the collision between the two. Every tiny bolt of black lightning that fell into the sea could create waves hundreds of meters high, and when it landed on a rock, it could instantly petrify and shatter it.
"Too slow, Garp! Your fists are no match for my power."
Newgate's arm muscles twitched like steel cables as Murakumo Kiri pressed down on Garp's fist, pushing it forward inch by inch.
"Not enough? Then you'll have to take my thousand punches first."
Karp's madness erupted completely. He abandoned all defense, and his other fist, like a shooting star, slammed wildly into Newgate's broad chest.
The battle between the two had completely transcended the realm of techniques; it was a primal clash of pure will and physique. Newgate's Tremor-Tremor Fruit continuously generated devastating vibrations in the air, while Garp used his arms, known as the "Iron Fists of God," to tear a path of survival through those destructive vibrations.
Each clash causes irreversible distortions to the landscape of God Valley, turning the beach into a place where explosions and icy seawater intertwine.
The exhilarating thrill of this epic showdown ignited the passion of the pirates watching from afar, while leaving the marines utterly despairing.
Two monsters at the pinnacle of their era roar, clash, and bleed on the battlefield. Their dialogue is brief yet full of gunpowder, and every change in their eyes foreshadows a fatal blow.
Amidst this extreme chaos and violence, Brian's Beasts warship had silently slid into the side of the altar. He stood at the bow, watching Karp, who was fighting to the death with Newgate, and then glanced at Rocks, who was walking toward the altar.
"Fight! Fight as hard as you can!"
"With Roger gone, Garp tied up, and Rocks already involved, the real drama of this life is about to begin, and now it's my turn to direct it."
Brian gently stroked the blade at his waist, his gaze fixed on Shakky, who was trapped in a cage deep within the altar, trembling with fear. He could even sense two distinct auras at the center of the altar using his Observation Haki. These were Rocks' ultimate targets: his wife and son.
And all of this was clearly something that Rocks had sensed long ago; his goal had always been there.
Meanwhile, on the silver shore of the Valley of the Gods, which gleamed from being washed in blood, Charlotte Linlin had also descended into a frenzied state of carnage.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, what a wonderful smell! It's the scent of fear, the sweetness of despair. You insects dressed in white mourning clothes, your souls look more delicious than the finest red velvet cake."
"And what's more, I can smell it too! It's the aroma of the Gods' Fruits that those fat pigs in the World Government are hoarding, and the legendary "Ultimate Lava Cake" that took a hundred top pastry chefs three years to create!"
Lingling's saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the beach, hissing as it corroded the hard ice layer like strong acid.
For her, wealth and power are certainly important, but the ultimate motivation that sustains her killing spree in this purgatory is the exquisite dessert that can make her soul tremble.
At this moment, Lingling was far from the bloated old woman she would later become; she was a destructive goddess at her peak, brimming with a violent beauty and a destructive desire. Her towering figure, several meters tall, was draped in a pink robe, and her long hair danced in the gale like burning purple flames.
The giant horned-hat captain's sword "Napoleon" in her hand had long since transformed into a massive, mountain-splitting sword several meters long. The fiery Prometheus clung to the blade, turning it a deep red-hot. Each swing was like a stream of flowing lava slicing across the earth. Above her head, the chilling thundercloud Zeus expanded wildly, countless bolts of blue-purple lightning raging across the beach like a jungle, electrifying large areas of the once-pure seawater and sending up plumes of suffocating white mist.
With a sudden burst of speed, her massive body sprinted forward, and the once solid coastline crumbled and plunged into the sea under the force of her foot.
What stood in her way was the ultimate weapon that the World Government truly regarded as the "Shield of God," CP0's top agent, codenamed "Owl."
The agent was thin and had a pale white fox mask covered with ancient runes. Unlike the navy, he did not roar, but rather appeared and disappeared like a weightless ghost between Lingling's devastating attacks.
"Six Styles Ultimate Technique: Vacuum Spear - Extreme Formation!"
The figure of "Owl" left dozens of afterimages in mid-air. With a flick of his fingers, it was not a simple thrust, but rather a compression of the atmosphere at extreme speed, forming hundreds of visible transparent spiral air currents. These vacuum waves, with their strong penetrating power and cutting sensation, densely impacted Lingling's skin, which was known as the "steel balloon".
puff!
puff!
puff!
A series of muffled thuds erupted in the air. Even Lingling, who possessed monstrous defensive abilities, began to show deep white marks on her fair skin under the relentless, targeted cuts, with even faint beads of blood seeping from her pores.
As one of the World Government's top combat forces, meticulously cultivated for decades specifically for assassination and defense, "Owl" knew very well that he could not defeat Charlotte Linlin in terms of strength.
His only task was to hold back this moving natural disaster in this almost self-destructive, life-burning "life return" state, buying time for the evacuation from the altar.
"You bug! You're hurting me!"
"Get out of my way! Don't block my path to eat!"
Lingling roared, and Zeus in her left hand instantly transformed into a thunderous warhammer a hundred meters long, which she smashed down on the "Owl" in front of her.
Blood was seeping from the edge of "Owl's" mask. He felt that his arms had completely lost sensation after taking the blow, but he remained firmly nailed to the entrance to the inland.
"Charlotte Linlin—as long as I breathe, you will never set foot inland!"
"Then die!"
Lingling went into a berserk state. She no longer cared about the consumption of her domineering aura. Her spiritual power spread outward like a tide. Then, her pupils suddenly contracted, turning into two strange red rings.
"Weiguo!!"
Holding the knife in both hands, she suddenly shattered the ice field and beach beneath her feet. A massive shockwave that pierced the heavens and earth erupted from the tip of the knife. The power of this strike was so great that it not only forced the "Owl" in front of her back hundreds of meters, but the overflowing energy also swept across the inland of the Valley of Gods.
Rumble—!
In the distance, the mining area that imprisoned thousands of slaves appeared to have been wiped away by a god under the immense pressure of the sword. A deep abyss, hundreds of meters wide, was carved out of the earth. The slaves, who were originally trying to survive in terror, didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes in the force of the fire and the shock.
The flames spread rapidly along the cracks, turning a large area of forest in the Valley of the Gods into a horrific inferno. The Celestial Dragons, who usually looked down on their slaves and took pleasure in it, were now hiding in nearby shelters.
The once-solid protective barrier developed spiderweb-like cracks under the aftershocks of Lingling's outburst, and expensive red wine was spilled all over the ground. Accompanied by their shrill screams, the "order" of God Valley was being torn apart inch by inch by this mad woman.
"Too slow, too slow, you lackey of the Celestial Dragons. Your speed is nothing compared to my thunder."
Lingling laughed wildly, then suddenly reached out with her left hand to grab the clouds.
"Zeus, the Heavenly Drum!"
In an instant, countless bolts of lightning obeyed her command, transforming into a gigantic lightning hand that slammed down on the "owl" on the ground.
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes beneath the "Owl" mask. He suddenly bit down on the secret medicine in his mouth, and his entire body turned an eerie crimson red.
"Six Styles - Final Defense - Empty Cicada Formation!"
At the critical moment, he used the repulsive force of the atmosphere to change the direction of the lightning, but the aftershocks of the explosion still caused him to bleed profusely. He staggered to his feet, then transformed into a white streak of light once again, charging towards Lingling's earth-shattering pressure.
Seeing that she hadn't been able to defeat her opponent, Lingling's craving for cake caused her to enter a state of food craving, and she went completely berserk. No longer caring about the consumption of her domineering aura, her power spread outward like a tide.
"Damn it, don't block my way from eating cake, you bastard."
"Soul-Soul Fruit - Shadow of the Soul - Night Parade of Ten Thousand Demons!"
With her command, the souls of the navy and pirates who had just died on the battlefield were forcibly extracted by an invisible force. These pale souls, emitting mournful cries, transformed into a massive torrent of souls under Lingling's control, sweeping across the inland defenses.
The aftershocks of this attack even reached the edge of the God Valley's interior. The once luxurious Celestial Dragon Garden was instantly drained of all its vitality, and the beautiful Miracle Flower withered and turned to ashes.
The Celestial Dragons hiding in the inland sanctuary were completely devastated. Through the monitor screen, they watched as that demonic woman tore their guardian apart bit by bit. Their sense of superiority, which they once held above all things, seemed so ridiculous and pathetic in the face of Lingling's primal appetite.
"Help! Garin-sama, kill that crazy woman!" A Celestial Dragon nobleman slumped to the ground, still clutching the plate of the top-quality cake that Lingling had been longing for, unaware that this was the bait that would lure him to his doom.
At this moment, Lingling was like a mammoth that had crashed into a china shop. Every time she swung her sword, she would create a wave of fire dozens of feet high, turning everything in her path—whether it was a white jade pillar, a luxurious fountain, or those unfortunate CP0 logistics personnel—into offerings to satisfy her appetite.
The extreme craving for food intertwined with the morbid pleasure of killing, causing Lingling's combat power to forcibly break through its limits at this moment, almost crushing the "owl" in front of her into a pool of blood.
This was the most primal and bloodiest battle. The shockwaves from their fight caused the shoreline of God Valley to collapse continuously, and half the island trembled slightly under their relentless bombardment.
In the distance, Brian sensed Lingling's almost out-of-control madness. He turned his head slightly, looked at the distant horizon dyed in an eerie purplish-red, and let out a soft laugh.
He glanced at Lingling, who was fighting to the death with "Owl" in the distance, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
"Go ahead and fight, the bigger the commotion the better. Lingling, just attract more attention on the island. I want to see if any old monsters will jump out. The Five Elders haven't shown up yet."
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