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Chapter 179: Beating Up Yellow Monkey
"Borsalino! You bastard!"
With a furious roar, Garp rolled violently to the left.
Boom!
A blinding golden beam instantly pierced the spot where he had just stood. The high temperature turned the rock red-hot, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.
Before Garp could even stand firm, three more beams locked down his escape route in a triangular formation.
"So scary~ Even with your power sealed, Vice Admiral Garp's reaction speed is still amazing."
Kizaru stood on a rock not far away, hands in his pockets, but the gaze behind his sunglasses was locked tight on the wretched figure.
Gold light flashed at his fingertips, and a continuous stream of lasers poured down like rain.
"In that case, I don't need to hold back, right?"
Garp was forced to jump up and down amidst the rubble. His Kumogakure ninja vest had been burned to tatters, revealing his lean, dark muscles.
If anyone was happiest in the dungeon world, it was undoubtedly Kizaru.
Because he discovered that the "Light Release" developed in the dungeon world was actually slightly faster than his Glint-Glint Fruit.
Although activating it wasn't as convenient as the Fruit, compared to ninjutsu of the same level, this slight inconvenience was negligible.
"You little bastard! Did you forget who looked after you in the training camp?!"
Garp questioned loudly in exasperation while wretchedly dodging the deadly beams.
Bang!
He smashed a giant rock blocking his way with a punch, using the debris as cover to try and close the distance with Kizaru.
"Looked after?"
Hearing these words, a rare "nuclear" smile appeared on Kizaru's face, which usually wore a wretched grin.
He raised his right foot, golden light gathering at the heel.
"Light Release: Lightspeed Kick!"
Although not as exaggerated as the Glint-Glint Fruit, this ninja body had undergone chakra activation. Combined with the explosion of Light Release chakra, the speed was still astonishingly fast.
Kizaru vanished instantly. The next second, he appeared directly above Garp's head, chopping his leg down ruthlessly.
Boom!
The earth cracked, and stone fragments flew.
Garp crossed his arms above his head, forcefully blocking the strike, but his feet sank half a foot into the ground.
"If you mention that, I won't be sleepy anymore, Vice Admiral Garp~"
Kizaru borrowed the force to jump back, hovering in mid-air. Looking down at Garp, his tone was slow but carried a grudge from years past.
"I remember one time, Teacher Zephyr asked you to substitute at the training camp and guide our combat drills..."
Shoo shoo shoo!
Several more lasers shot toward Garp's knees and joints.
"Back then, you chose me as your opponent without hesitation, and your strikes were truly merciless~"
Garp smashed the incoming beams with a punch. The back of his hand was scalded red, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he widened his eyes and cursed:
"Bullshit! That bastard Zephyr made me choose you!"
He stomped his foot violently, launching himself like a cannonball toward Kizaru in mid-air.
"Zephyr said you had the best talent but your personality was too lazy. If we didn't train you hard, you'd definitely suffer a big loss in the future! This old man did it for your own good!"
"For my own good?"
Kizaru's figure turned into a stream of light, refracting several times in the air to easily avoid Garp's lunge.
He landed on the shoulder of the Susanoo not far away and adjusted his sunglasses.
"That week, I lay in the infirmary for a full seven days. I even had to be fed when I ate... I still remember that kind of 'care' to this day~"
"Since our factions are different now, I can only ask you, Vice Admiral Garp, to experience this kind of 'care' as well."
Before his voice fell, Kizaru brought his hands together in front of his chest, and a massive light prism appeared behind him.
At his level, he was instinctively proficient in the jutsu he developed.
"Light Release: Yasakani no Magatama!"
Countless blinding light bullets condensed behind him, like a sky full of stars, yet radiating deadly killing intent.
"Go~"
The overwhelming light bullets covered Garp without leaving any blind spots.
"Bastard! There should be a limit to using public office to avenge personal grudge!"
Garp cursed. Facing this kind of full-coverage strike, dodging had lost its meaning.
He took a deep breath, his chest swelling high.
The violent Lightning Release chakra in his body circulated frantically. Purple electric arcs jumped on the surface of his skin, making crackling explosions.
"Lightning Release: Lightning Hell God Body: Full Open!"
Dong!
Garp's heart beat violently, blood flow instantly accelerating.
His muscles took on a dark purple metallic luster, transforming him into a war god forged from thunder.
Since he couldn't dodge, he would smash it!
"Fist Bone Meteor Swarm!"
Garp's fists turned into afterimages, every punch bringing a terrifying sonic boom.
Fist wind wrapped in lightning collided violently with the sky full of falling light bullets.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Violent explosions resounded through the clouds. Firelight and lightning intertwined, thoroughly tearing apart the gloomy rain curtain.
Standing in the forehead of the Susanoo, Golden Lion Shiki couldn't help but laugh out loud watching the two fighting fiercely below.
"Jihahahaha! Truly wonderful!"
"Infighting within the Marines? I'll never get tired of watching this show no matter how many times I see it!"
Shiki's scarlet Mangekyo Sharingan spun madly. The bloody tears at the corners of his eyes had dried, but he didn't care in the slightest.
That sense of controlling everything intoxicated him.
"Since you guys are fighting so lively, I'll join in to add to the fun!"
Shiki moved his mind.
That golden skeleton giant, dozens of meters tall, moved again.
The chakra greatsword in the Susanoo's hand swept horizontally, the target actually encompassing both Garp and Kizaru.
"All of you, die for me!"
The terrifying sword pressure arrived first, plowing a deep trench in the ground.
Garp and Kizaru, who were blasting each other, both changed expressions simultaneously.
"This lunatic cuts his teammates too?"
Kizaru complained, but his movements weren't slow at all.
Using light refraction to distance himself, he turned into a golden line, narrowly grazing past the sword edge to fly out.
But Garp wasn't so lucky.
Having just blocked Kizaru's Yasakani no Magatama, he was in an awkward phase where his old strength was spent and new strength hadn't yet generated.
And he didn't have Kizaru's abnormal movement speed.
Facing this sword sweep that could wipe out a thousand armies, Garp could only tank it.
"Armament... no, Lightning Release: Iron Body!"
Garp crossed his arms to protect his chest, concentrating all his chakra on defense.
Bang!
The massive sword body smashed ruthlessly into Garp.
Even with the protection of Lightning Release chakra, Garp was sent flying instantly like a baseball hit by a bat.
Rumble!
He smashed through three small hills in succession, finally embedding deeply into the rock wall of a cliff, where falling debris buried him completely.
"Vice Admiral Garp!"
Kizaru landed on a treetop in the distance, looking at the collapsed cliff, the gaze behind his sunglasses flickering slightly.
Rainwater slid down his sunglasses.
"Oh, no movement."
He tilted his head, his tone still that slow drawl, betraying no tension.
"Vice Admiral Garp, are you okay?"
His voice penetrated the rain curtain, echoing across the empty battlefield.
"If you die, I'll be very troubled. After all, I'll have to write a very long battle report when I get back~"
While speaking words of concern, his hands slowly raised.
It was a starting stance that very few people in this ninja world could understand.
Palms facing each other, fingertips touching.
Constructing a three-dimensional geometric space.
If the Third Tsuchikage of Iwagakure, Onoki, were here and saw this scene, his jaw would probably drop in shock. Mastering Dust Release in less than a week—this kind of talent could simply be described as terrifying.
This was the starting stance of "Dust Release."
As the personal disciple Onoki placed high hopes on, Kizaru naturally came into contact with Iwagakure's highest secret—Kekkei Tota—in this dungeon world.
"That old man Onoki's theory is indeed very interesting."
Kizaru narrowed his eyes behind the sunglasses, his fingertips beginning to emit a heart-palpitating fluctuation.
"Perform high-density molecular-level compression of chakra in the palm, then release it instantly to separate objects at the atomic level..."
Hum—!
The air began to vibrate.
Inside the small space constructed by his hands, a ball of blinding white light was condensing frantically.
Not a laser.
It was light particles compressed to the extreme, even beginning to collapse.
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