Chapter 46
Garp also hadn't expected Victor's physique to be able to withstand Rocks' high-intensity attacks.
"Kid, your physique really is something. You can endure this level of intensity. Hahaha."
Garp looked at Victor, who was like an unkillable cockroach, and was extremely surprised by the strength of his body.
While he was speaking, Rocks continued to strike viciously—Victor was starting to struggle to keep up.
"There's nothing worth bragging about—it's all the result of hard training."
Victor said with furrowed brows.
Of course, eating could also be considered hard training—after all, this was Victor's innate talent.
Even at this moment, his Glutton-Glutton Fruit was cooperating with him in devouring energy, and the food stockpiled in his body was being digested nonstop.
If this wasn't hard training, then what was?
If Rocks knew the truth, he would be even more shocked.
"Hahaha, Garp—less talk, more force."
Roger heard this and laughed loudly.
"Rocks—today you die under the Navy's justice!"
Garp swung his terrifyingly powerful fist and shouted loudly.
"Garp—just fight, don't shout about Navy justice. I'm a pirate."
Victor immediately retorted.
Garp suddenly felt humiliated and furious—his black iron fist swung even faster.
Victor could also clearly feel the power of Garp's iron fist—otherwise Garp wouldn't have been able to hold Rocks for so long.
In the battle, Victor felt that fighting truly was the best shortcut to improving strength and combat skills—there was no better way.
Moreover, in a battle against such top-tier powerhouses, Victor's combat techniques were rapidly improving.
At the same time, his swordsmanship was constantly improving through repeated injuries.
The fact that Victor could still deal some insignificant damage to Rocks was already progress.
After all, under the effect of Observation Killing, the role of Observation Haki had completely disappeared—at least in Victor's case.
And Victor hadn't learned the super killing move Observation Killing yet—he didn't know how Roger and Garp felt.
In any case, among the four-person battle, Victor was the most uncomfortable and took the most injuries.
During this period, he was once again blasted flying head-on by a punch from Rocks.
However, after quickly recovering, Victor rejoined the battle again.
"This kid really is unkillable. His vitality is unbelievably strong—he can recover this fast even after such injuries. What a monster."
Golden Lion watched Victor fighting so miserably yet still maintaining such ferocious combat power, and was extremely shocked.
At the same time, he developed other thoughts toward Victor.
"Hahaha—that's our partner—of course he's not lacking."
Rayleigh heard Golden Lion's words and immediately laughed loudly.
He saw Victor being knocked flying every time, yet always standing up again to continue fighting—he felt tremendous admiration.
At this moment, he was extremely glad that Roger had recruited such a powerful and infinitely potential partner as Victor.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.
"Hahaha—kid Victor really gets stronger the longer he fights. I can hardly believe his combat endurance is this strong."
Jabba couldn't help but admire Victor's overall strength—he was truly a hexagonal all-rounder warrior.
Powerful physique, unsolvable mobility, astonishing recovery ability, ferocious physical techniques and swordsmanship, and shrewd tactics.
He was growing too fast—fast enough to leave the Roger Pirates members stunned and full of amazement.
Not only that—every top powerhouse present admired Victor.
"To have this level of strength at such a young age—truly astonishing. If he could be taken in as a Celestial Dragon, our combat power would become unmatched."
Galin Saint saw Victor's performance and couldn't help but exclaim.
Whitebeard heard Galin Saint's words and immediately burst into laughter.
"Guhahaha, Galin Saint—what kind of sweet dream are you having?"
Whitebeard couldn't help mocking Galin Saint.
"Hmph—who can say what the future holds?"
Galin Saint didn't care about Whitebeard's words—he raised his sword and attacked Whitebeard again.
At this moment, God Valley was already riddled with holes.
The clouds gathered above God Valley were churning violently—changing dramatically with every moment of the battle below.
All kinds of abilities flew everywhere, making the fighters below feel the ever-changing chaos.
The only constant was the terrifying destructive power, the utter disorder of the battlefield, and the devastated ruins.
Yes—God Valley at this moment was unrecognizable.
Lightning, rain, snow, falling rocks, soil, even entire islands—the ground below no longer had a single intact piece.
All four seasons existed here at once—describing the harsh environment couldn't be more fitting.
Broken limbs and corpses were everywhere; screams filled the air. How many pirates and Navy soldiers had left their lives here was already impossible to count.
However, the battle had now reached its white-hot climax—the outcome was about to be decided.
Many of the captains under the Rocks Pirates were just going through the motions—for example, Golden Lion.
After all, Rayleigh's pressure wasn't heavy—he just needed to tie up Golden Lion.
Moreover, up to now, they hadn't suffered any real wounds.
Galin Saint and Whitebeard were evenly matched—neither could gain a decisive advantage for the moment.
As for the small fry—no one paid attention to them.
The main battlefield was on Rocks' side—the outcome of the main battlefield, even life or death, would decide the end of this war.
At this moment, Rocks, Roger, Garp, and Victor all had large and small wounds covering their bodies.
Everyone was breathing heavily—stamina consumption was enormous.
Such high-intensity combat wasn't something ordinary people could endure.
"Looks like Rocks is at the end of his rope. Then let's settle this with a fight to the death."
Garp, panting heavily with a grave expression, looked at Roger and shouted loudly.
"Hahaha—looks like it's time to end the fight. Then let's battle."
Roger also laughed loudly, completely ignoring the wounds on his body.
No one knew how long they had been fighting—at this moment, Victor felt a trace of mental fatigue.
But his combat instincts were also slowly forming.
The food stored in Victor's Glutton-Glutton Fruit space had already been consumed by more than half—he hoped he could hold on.
"Fight—no matter what, there must be a conclusion today."
Victor shouted loudly while panting heavily.
On the opposite side, Rocks said nothing—he just roared and charged straight at Victor.
Rocks instinctively knew that among those present, Victor was the weakest.
If not him—who else?
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