Garp instantly reacted, his pupils trembling violently, and a monstrous wave surged in his heart!
This guy…
is going to let him off?
He had already prepared himself to die in battle!
Whitebeard had fought him in a show-like battle for so long, yet at the last moment, he was going to let him go?
There was no time for him to ponder the reason for this.
In a flash of lightning, his fist had already deviated from its predetermined trajectory, intentionally dropping three inches below the hilt—
A terrifying blade gleam flashed!
Everyone saw it,
A spray of blood bloomed on Garp’s chest!
“Pfft—!”
As blood splattered, Garp used the force to fiercely propel himself from the center of the collision into the distant sky, moving so fast that sonic booms echoed, like a supersonic cannonball!
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the horizon…
[Ding!
Congratulations to the host for defeating the enraged Garp, rewarded with Gacha x5]
[Obtained rare reward: <Hostile Faction> Garp’s Favorability]
…”Whitebeard, did you win?”
Miss Bakkin bit her lower lip, holding back from asking, a hint of undetectable worry flashing in her light blue eyes.
Everyone saw that the powerful Marine was cut down by Whitebeard and sent flying.
As she spoke, Whitebeard, holding Murakumogiri, covered in blood like a demon god, slowly landed on the deck.
“Hmph,…
won?”
Golden Lion snorted disdainfully.
“You look so pathetic, Newgate!”
“Gurararara!
Haven’t moved in a while, my body’s all rusty!”
Newgate laughed it off.
“Be careful next time.”
Rocks’s eyes flashed with an unreadable meaning, and he smiled as he patted Newgate’s muscular body, saying nothing more, then turned his head and shouted loudly:
“Ship doctor!”
“Help Newgate with his wounds!”
…Soon, Newgate, with a few bandages wrapped around him, returned to the cabin.
The wounds beneath the bandages were slowly wriggling and healing.
After only a short while, his HP bar had already recovered a segment, making him secretly marvel at the terrifying nature of the [Flesh Fortress] talent.
Compared to the old Whitebeard, Newgate, who was currently at the peak of his physical capabilities, had an even more exaggerated and terrifying recovery ability.
“Pops, are you okay?”
The three little ones had red eyes, looking at him worriedly, their faces filled with nervous expressions.
“Gurararara, I’m fine!
Your Pops is Whitebeard!”
White bandages also appeared on the corresponding positions of the chibi Whitebeard, and his HP bar was slowly recovering at a visible speed; he merely glanced at it before looking away.
After the battle, his panel attribute values had changed.
<Basic Information>
[Name: Edward Newgate]
[Age: 31 years old]
[Martial Arts: +13 → 45/100 (Minor Accomplishment)]
[Special Talents: Innate Super Strength, Flesh Fortress (Active)]
<Haki Values>
[Haoshoku: +18 → 26/100 (Minor Accomplishment)]
[Armament Haki: +21 → 49/100 (Minor Accomplishment)]
[Observation Haki: +17 → 46/100 (Minor Accomplishment)]
Current Status
[Body: Minor Injury (Superficial wound not reaching muscle tissue, movement unrestricted)]
[Spirit: Joyful (Strength increased, combat will strengthened)]
He had enjoyed the fight so much just now that he hadn’t looked closely, but now the increase in these panel values secretly delighted him.
Martial Arts increased by 13 points, still at the (Minor Accomplishment) level, but the value had reached 45, probably not far from the next increase.
Haoshoku actually increased by 18 points!
As everyone knows, the cultivation of Haoshoku is extremely demanding; after just consuming a purple-quality Haoshoku capsule and having a satisfying battle, it increased to 26, reaching the (Minor Accomplishment) level!
Terrifying indeed!
He couldn’t help but exclaim in his heart,
As expected—System produced, must be a masterpiece!
This darn system isn’t completely useless after all.
Armament Haki increased the most, reaching an astonishing 21 points, and Observation Haki also increased by 17 points.
Currently, Armament Haki is 49 and Observation Haki is 46, making them his two highest attributes on the current attribute panel.
That close-quarters battle just now greatly boosted his strength.
If Whitebeard’s true strength before was only that of a mid-to-high-level Shichibukai, similar to the power level of Doflamingo, the Heavenly Yaksha.
Now, his strength can definitely rival that of a top-tier Sweet Commander like Charlotte Katakuri, or even be slightly stronger!
After all, he had already initially grasped the knack of Advanced Armament Haki!
Feeling the surging power within him, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Gurararara!”
Whitebeard’s hearty laughter echoed from the cabin, drawing the attention of everyone on the deck.
“This guy, still so happy after getting injured?”
Golden Lion sat on the ship’s rail, Holding a cigar, boredly watching the three little brats fight.
Marco, Jozu, and Vista were wrestling together, sweat mixing with the sea breeze and falling onto the deck.
Golden Lion watched the little brats pecking at each other like chickens, yawning boredly.
“That pineapple-head brat…
Marco, right?”
“Hit him down there!”
Hearing Golden Lion’s shout, he paused for a second, then his face darkened and he said, “Who’s as insidious as you are!”
…When it was Jozu and Vista’s turn to fight, Jozu, relying on his strong physique, withstood Vista’s immature sword moves and closed in.
He suddenly swung his fist, but Vista dodged with a quick movement.
Golden Lion slapped his thigh watching.
“Idiot Jozu!
Such a big body isn’t for you to be a punching bag!”
“Reduce the impact surface, charge forward!
Where’s your speed?!”
…”That long-haired brat!
Are you practicing cutting fruit?”
“Do you want this old man to teach you real slashes?
One sword strike can even split the sea!”
…Although Golden Lion had a venomous tongue, his eyesight was sharp.
He could see that Whitebeard’s several “sons” each had their own talents—Marco’s agile movements, Jozu’s astonishing physique, and Vista’s excellent swordsmanship talent.
Once they grew up, they would definitely be formidable combatants; even he couldn’t help but feel a desire to recruit them.
“No way!”
Jozu and Vista exchanged glances, both seeing the disdain in each other’s eyes.
“You, you’re our Pops’s defeated foe!”
Vista put away his wooden sword and rolled his eyes at Golden Lion without fear.
“Hmm?
Damn it, brat, you’re provoking this old man!”
Golden Lion threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and leaped from the deck.
He extended his palm, and the wooden sword in Vista’s hand fell into his.
He couldn’t see how he had snatched the weapon from Vista’s hand.
“Brat!
Take your weapon!”
“I’ll teach you what [Two-Sword Style] is!”
After speaking, Golden Lion, holding two wooden swords, let out a wild laugh that startled a flock of seagulls.
“Gurararara!”
“Go, Vista!”
“Shiki, this guy, is a world-class swordsman!”
Whitebeard’s voice came from the cabin.
He strode out, draped in a white cloak, his muscular body appearing before everyone.
What was terrifying was that in just a few short hours, he had already removed his bandages.
The originally lacerated wounds had healed, leaving only shallow red marks.
This terrifying recovery ability made Golden Lion secretly click his tongue in amazement—what kind of monster is this!
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