aircannonsinc Chapter 218 The tsunami arrived before the people! Five top-tier combatants were blasted out first.
Chapter 218 The tsunami arrived before the people! Five top-tier combatants were blasted out first.
Chapter 218 The tsunami arrived before the people! Five top-tier combatants were blasted out first.
The sun in the Valley of the Gods was still scorching hot, and the golden sand and azure sea reflected each other, making it seem as if this was truly the last pure land on earth. However, in the center of the magnificent white marble arena, the soil had long been stained a deep dark red, emitting a nauseating stench of blood.
Figarando Garin sat on a throne carved from a single piece of pure gold. His long, powerful fingers gently swirled a crystal glass filled with aged red wine. His eyes held a cold indifference that regarded all living beings as worthless. He tilted his head slightly, watching the "entertainment" scene unfolding below.
A young warrior, once hailed as a hero in a certain country, is now naked and chained to a massive stone pillar. His body is covered with countless blood grooves, marks left by specially made, barbed, slender silver needles piercing him inch by inch.
Garin slowly stood up, the sword at his waist reflecting a cold light in the sunlight. He walked to the edge of the stands and gave an extremely elegant smile to the warrior below who was barely breathing.
"Is this what they call the will of the people? It's so pathetic it's laughable. You think your backbone is strong enough to maintain that pathetic dignity on this sacred land?"
Garin casually splashed the red wine in his glass onto the warrior's hideous wounds, causing the warrior to tremble violently. However, the hoarse growl that came from his throat became the most exciting catalyst for the Celestial Dragons in the surrounding stands.
"Break his spine! I want to see how long his so-called will can hold up without a spine!"
A bloated Celestial Dragon wildly waved his walking stick, spitting everywhere. His bulky body trembled violently inside his ornate robes, his eyes filled with a thirst for blood.
As Garin slightly raised his right hand, a CP0 member immediately presented him with a long, crimson spear with a faint black light flashing at its tip. It was a specially made weapon coated with a potent poison and enhanced with Haki.
"Since you all want to see this so much, I'll wrap up this hunting competition."
Galin suddenly hurled his spear, the crimson light slicing through the air with a piercing explosion. Just as the spear tip was about to pierce the warrior's heart, a sudden change occurred, preventing his spear from penetrating.
Thump—! ! !
The once clear and cloudless azure sky, which the Celestial Dragons regarded as the "territory of the gods," suddenly cracked open without warning in a mere fraction of a second, revealing a dark, deep, and menacing rift that continued to spread outwards.
Followed by.
Boom! ...
A terrifying roar, powerful enough to shatter the eardrums of every creature in the Valley of the Gods and even cause the foundations of the entire island to shake violently, exploded from the deepest part of the sky. That sound had completely transcended the realm of natural thunder; it was more like the final lament of the world itself, unable to withstand some extreme violent pressure.
The originally bright and dazzling sunlight was instantly swallowed up by the thick, inky, and churning dark purple clouds, plunging the entire Valley of the Gods into a bizarre visual illusion of alternating extreme daylight and extreme darkness.
The sky lowered, the clouds drooped, and a sense of oppression, enough to make the souls of all carbon-based beings tremble and their spines chill, poured down wildly from the depths of the broken clouds!
That was an unprecedented Conqueror's Haki that stood at the pinnacle of the current era (excluding Im)!
It was no longer an invisible spiritual pressure, but rather, due to its excessive density, it had transformed into a tangible force in the void.
The crimson lightning, as thick as ink, raged through the clouds like roaring dragons. It then transformed into a towering mountain, carrying the will to destroy all divine power, and crashed down upon the extravagantly luxurious central arena of the Valley of the Gods!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The bulletproof glass roof surrounding the arena, originally expensive and crafted by top artisans, instantly turned into a shower of shimmering yet deadly dust the moment it came into contact with the overwhelming aftershocks.
Those Celestial Dragons who were just a moment ago shouting wildly, waving money, and ordering wild dogs to tear apart babies, now, their so-called "divine arrogance" seems so ridiculous and absurd in the face of absolute violence.
They didn't even have a chance to scream before the overwhelming force, like a mountain collapsing, shattered the transparent bubble shields they were so proud of.
The sound of "clicks" echoed continuously!
That was the sound of divine authority shattering.
These fat, bloated, and weathered Celestial Dragons rolled their eyes back as their brains were instantly overwhelmed by an unbearable shock of fear, causing their consciousness to shatter. The nobles who had once been impeccably dressed and seated on golden thrones were now like boneless mud, foaming at the mouth and convulsing as they collapsed onto their expensive leather chairs.
The once luxurious and decadent stands were transformed into a stench-filled wasteland of excrement and urine in just three seconds. These self-proclaimed descendants of the Creator, these "gods," had lost all dignity in their unconscious state. They lay sprawled on top of each other, indistinguishable from the "slaves" and "ants" they usually spoke of.
Of the hundreds of Celestial Dragons present, only a very few members of the God Knights, who possessed formidable combat power, were able to barely remain conscious. The rest of them were completely paralyzed by this first "greeting" that crossed the ocean!
The few remaining members of the Divine Knights who could still stand were pale-faced, their legs trembling slightly. They had to stab their swords into the ground to steady themselves. They couldn't believe that there were humans in this world who could condense their domineering aura to such an extent.
Figarando Garin, who was the focus of the entire arena, suddenly had his pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints at that moment.
The crimson spear he had elegantly hurled to execute the princess, the blade he considered a "divine punishment," was abruptly intercepted mid-air by that domineering force. Crimson lightning coiled around the spear, and with a piercing metallic creak, the seemingly indestructible spear was shattered into four or five pieces of broken metal before everyone's very eyes, falling limply into the muddy hunting ground, splashing up a pool of filthy blood.
"This level of domineering aura—this killing intent that can make my skin sting even across thousands of miles—"
Garin Sei's voice was no longer elegant; instead, it carried a hoarse tremor. He suddenly reached out and grasped the peerless longsword at his waist, a sword that was rarely drawn.
"Clang!"
The longsword was drawn, and although the sound of its blade was crisp, it sounded so weak amidst the terrifying thunder. Garin Saint's elegant demeanor, which was originally like that of a noble gentleman, was completely gone, replaced by a ferocity and savagery like a trapped beast when facing a formidable foe.
"Lox—you lowly scum, you've finally arrived?!"
Garin suddenly looked up at the distant sea, where the once dark, fog-shrouded ocean had been forcibly cleaved in two by a massive white wave that tore through the entire sea.
That was the charge of the large fleet led by the "Sword of Gibbek".
Garin Sheng could vaguely see the man laughing maniacally. That laughter, filled with boundless rage, was like a rusty, blunt knife, piercing deep into the soul of every conscious person.
"Celestial Dragons, your hunting competition is now under my command! The prey is all of you!!!"
This roar, accompanied by another explosion of crimson lightning, heralded the official arrival of this bloody purge.
At the same time, the area surrounding the Valley of the Gods, which had been plunged into deathly silence and despair, was transformed in that instant into a chessboard for the battle between gods and demons.
The sea, which had been calm for hundreds of years, seemed to have been gouged out with countless bottomless holes by an invisible hand of God.
Hundreds of meters high, towering waves roared and howled, like towering walls of water, closing in on the island with destructive force. It wasn't a tsunami that could form naturally; rather, it was caused by the combined effect of Rocks' terrifying Dark-Dark Fruit gravitational field and Conqueror's Haki, resulting in a complete imbalance of gravity within a radius of tens of kilometers. Under extreme pressure, the seawater began to boil wildly!
Just as that destructive, purplish-red, domineering shockwave was about to transform into a hammer of judgment, slamming the entire Valley of the Gods into the seabed, several powerful auras, strong enough to rival it and so overwhelming that they distorted space, surged into the sky from all directions of the island.
"The Impact of Buddha—!"
A solemn shout, seemingly from the ancient wilderness, carrying a sense of reverence that cleanses the soul, resounded through the heavens in an instant.
In the direction of the naval camp, the originally dim sky was instantly pierced by an extremely dazzling golden beam of light. Immediately afterwards, a huge golden Buddha, tens of meters tall and radiating holy Buddhist light, stood steadily in the void.
That was the new admiral of the navy, the "wise general" Sengoku!
At this moment, Sengoku was at the peak of his combat power. In his Buddha form, every inch of his skin was flowing with golden light like water. Facing the domineering aura of the descending demon god, Sengoku remained calm and pushed out with both palms in a gesture of supporting the sky!
"boom--!!!"
The golden shockwave, like an unbreakable giant shield, collided violently with the violent, purplish-red aura at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
At that moment, the entire sky was forcibly cut into gold and purple. At the center of the clash between the two forces, ripples of void spread out in a ring shape, powerful enough to cut through an entire mountain range. The originally boiling sea below was actually flattened by the pressure of these two forces!
"That's not all! Rocks, this ocean isn't your playground alone!"
Just as Sengoku blocked the frontal attack, a figure dressed in a jet-black suit, appearing casual and even somewhat arrogant, stepped onto the top of the clouds in an instant, traversing thousands of meters with a sonic boom-like moonwalk.
He didn't wear the white-and-gold-trimmed cloak that symbolized his admiral status, because to him, such tedious honors were far less tangible than his own strength. This man was none other than Garp, the most unconventional figure in naval history, who refused promotion to admiral yet possessed strength surpassing that of an admiral!
At this time, Garp was in his prime, his muscles were like cast steel, and his fists shimmered with a light that was deeper and heavier than obsidian. It was the effect of "black lightning" after Armament Haki was condensed to the extreme and underwent a qualitative change.
"Hahaha, Rocks, you bastard, you really do make your entrance in the most flamboyant and obnoxious way possible!"
Garp let out a wild and unrestrained laugh. Facing the crimson lightning that could instantly destroy a country, he not only did not retreat, but instead swung his right fist fiercely into the storm of thunder!
"Fist Bone - Shattering the Void!"
In that instant, it seemed as if a thousand tigers roared simultaneously in the void.
Pure, unadulterated violence, Armament Haki devoid of any impurities, erupted before Garp's fist, forming a black singularity large enough to devour light. He actually used the strength of a mortal body to forcefully block the thunderous Haki pouring down from the other side, suppressing the aftershocks that were enough to destroy thousands of soldiers and kill countless lives in mid-air as if swatting a fly.
Around the shadowy stands of God Valley, several figures wearing eerie white masks and exuding unfathomable auras slowly appeared. They were the World Government's strongest shield, top agents of CP0.
They are the "Guardians of the Holy Land," who exist specifically to protect the Valley of the Gods and the Celestial Dragons. Each of them possesses an aura no weaker than that of a Marine Admiral.
One of them wielded a slender black demon sword, which sliced through the falling rocks with a slight turn of its blade; the other was surrounded by a strange, translucent halo, which was the special fruit ability that could transfer damage.
Several top-tier experts stood in a diamond formation, collectively creating a massive defensive barrier almost invisible to the naked eye. This barrier, like a transparent bell, not only blocked the towering tsunami powerful enough to shatter the island, but also terrified those who were utterly terrified by its overwhelming power.
The Celestial Dragons, who were paralyzed on the ground, desperately protected them, ensuring that they would not be harmed in the slightest by the world-destroying impact.
Sengoku, Garp, and three other CP0 members with admiral-level combat power.
It took the combined efforts of five world-class powerhouses to barely deflect the first attack that Rocks casually unleashed.
Such a scene is unprecedented and unparalleled, even in the context of eight hundred years of history.
"Sengoku, can you feel it?" Garp stood in the void, black smoke still swirling around his fist. He stared at the increasingly clear black flagship in the distance, his eyes revealing an unprecedentedly fervent fighting spirit.
"Ah—I feel it!" The golden Buddha, the embodiment of the Warring States period, boomed like a bell. "That gravitational pull, that killing intent—this is no ordinary revenge. That Rocks guy—he's planning to drag the whole world down to hell!"
In the very center of the arena, Garin, protected by the five powerful figures, finally recovered from the humiliation of being suppressed by their domineering aura. Looking at the golden giant Buddha and Garp blocking his way, the ferocity on his face didn't disappear; instead, it became even more twisted due to the humiliation of being protected by "lowly people."
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