"AYR! I WANT YOU TO PAY!" Garp's voice thundered through the chaos.
But Ayr only responded calmly, eyes steady. Even with four of the Marine's strongest gathered, they were helpless before him. Like a hurricane tearing through the battlefield, the air around them disintegrated into dust under the pressure of his shockwave.
"Kill!!" Garp roared.
Two overwhelming forces clashed in an instant—one forged from years of brute strength and justice, the other a product of divine power and ancient might. Garp's eyes glowed crimson with fury, his rage surging with each breath. The force behind him crashed against Ayr like a tidal wave.
Yet Ayr remained untouched. Unfazed.
As the storm of power subsided, both figures—Garp and Ayr—stood unmoved, locked in a silent face-off. Just one devastating exchange.
Ayr's Six Paths tin staff met Garp's infamous Iron Fist. The impact released a sound that split the sky like a divine gong—raw and ancient.
Garp, completely enveloped in top-tier Armament Haki, pushed forward.
But Zephyr, one of their pillars, had already lost an arm. His combat power had plummeted. They were one man down.
In Garp's clenched fist, blinding white light began to gather—radiant, like a miniature sun. His muscular arm trembled under the strain, veins bulging, coated with elite-level Haki.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ayr didn't let them think. He attacked instantly.
How could they fight a man who had taken every blow without injury?
Boom!
"Kill!"
"Big Buddha Impact!" Sengoku roared as he slammed his massive palms together, unleashing a devastating shockwave. It surged forward, converging with Garp's blow.
A tidal blast of energy exploded at the epicenter, where Ayr stood. But even then, the dust didn't settle in their favor.
They had underestimated Ayr—again.
From the cracked earth below came a sound—sharp, cracking, almost metallic.
No elaborate techniques. No unnecessary motion.
Just death incarnate.
Ayr's Killing Ash Bones had weaknesses, sure—but only if you could survive long enough to find them.
CLANG!!!
Garp howled as he threw another punch, wild with fury.
"Garp," Sengoku warned sternly, "don't let anger blind you."
But even Sengoku knew—this wasn't about strategy anymore. This was about will. Ayr's Truth-Seeking Balls had already formed into a tin staff—the weapon of the gods.
It glowed in his hand, a symbol of Six Paths-level mastery.
Ayr charged.
Garp became a blur, an afterimage streaking forward like Luffy's Gear Second—or more like Might Guy's Night Guy: a body moved purely by purpose.
BOOM!
"Tsk. That move... not effective unless it's close range," Ayr muttered.
But Garp wasn't done. He launched again, fists blazing with the deepest shade of Haki.
Each strike sent shockwaves through the air. People nearby were blasted out of sight, vanished into the debris.
Even Sengoku was boiling with anger now.
"GARP! STAY BACK!" he shouted.
But Garp's fist, blackened with unshakable will, trembled only from power. "Tell me, Sengoku... what's the plan? Or should I just punch him until he breaks?"
Seeing Garp's state, Sengoku let out a roar of desperation. Garp had always been Marine HQ's ace—no Devil Fruit, no tricks, just raw power, Haki, and iron will. He stood toe-to-toe with the likes of Roger, Shiki, and even Whitebeard in their prime.
But right now... Garp's body was covered in brutal wounds.
Yet still, he charged.
Even Ayr had to acknowledge it—this level of physical dominance was at the pinnacle of the world. And it made him respond seriously.
From his palm, Ayr fired Killing Ash Bones once more, targeting Zephyr and Crane in succession.
The blast radius stretched across hundreds of meters, shaking the entire battlefield.
"If you keep charging like this, you'll end up like Zephyr—or worse!" Sengoku shouted. "You'll lose your life!"
Just then, the entire island quaked violently, as if hit by a natural disaster. The ground split open, giant cracks forming beneath them.
Ayr, cold and calculating, had expected the Marine's counterattack. He thought the combined force of the Four Legends—Garp, Sengoku, Zephyr, and Crane—would be enough to break him.
But even this explosive onslaught wasn't enough.
He stood firm.
That punch Garp had just thrown—it could split mountains, shake the sea, and even rupture the heavens. It was like the Red Hawk mixed with King Kong Gun, wrapped in Haki even tougher than steel.
And yet, Ayr remained upright.
This confirmed it—Garp was one of the greatest physical fighters alive, the living embodiment of martial potential. His punches were not mere attacks; they were force-of-nature events.
But now, even he was bleeding.
Ayr had begun to push back.
Sengoku gritted his teeth.
The Marine side was locked in a stalemate—but for how long?
Their top soldier was gravely wounded. One arm gone, another bruised. Ayr was still evolving. Still learning.
And soon... they would fall.
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