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Chapter 178: Im's formidable strength!
Three dominant colors.
Although they are completely different.
However, it represents the pinnacle of this world – Conqueror's Haki.
At this moment, let's merge together without reservation!
Rocks' black and red.
Roger's Red Gold.
Garp's pure black.
The three wills transformed into turbulent currents, raging wildly in the center of the battlefield.
They are intertwined and mutually repulsive.
They all point to the same destination.
The only enemy.
The space here is being kneaded by an invisible force, filled with visible distortions and cracks.
The earth cracked inch by inch around them.
The dissipated air pressure created a desolate area, causing even the Whitebeard and the Five Elders in the distance to feel a jolt and unconsciously distance themselves.
This shows how powerful these three people are!
"Thief, hahaha!"
Rocks was the first to move!
The laughter still echoed in the distorted air, and his entire body had left a black and red afterimage.
The famous sword in his hand was not used for slashing, but rather to unleash a concentrated darkness!
On the blade, black and red lightning crackled and coiled, carrying an aura that devoured all light and hope, aiming straight for Im's head!
At the same instant, Roger moved too!
He didn't have the maniacal laughter of Rocks, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned like fire.
The legendary sword Ace blazed with golden light, its crimson-gold aura transforming the blade into a tangible representation of divine punishment.
He moved faster than anyone else, flashing around to the other side of Im and unleashing a powerful "Divine Evasion" that slashed across Im's waist!
Double fist bones! Shattered!
Only the most primal roar!
With a roar, Garp poured all the physical skills he had honed throughout his life and his Armament Haki into his fists!
Those two iron fists, which had pierced through countless mountains, were now two pure black, menacing stars, with veins bulging beneath their skin and every muscle fiber squeezing out its strongest power.
He chose front!
Head-on clash!
A "fist-bone impact" filled with boundless rage sealed off Im's last path forward!
Beheaded.
It reached around the waist.
Heartbroken.
Three directions, three forces—the pinnacle of individual martial prowess in this era.
They didn't communicate at all, yet their coordination was flawless, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.
Rocks' Darkest Strike!
Roger's "Divine Evasion" Golden Light!
Garp's "Bone Punch"!
Three terrifying forces, capable of instantly annihilating any of the Five Elders, simultaneously blocked all escape routes for the Saint Satan, who was possessed by Im, from three different angles.
A solid hit!
boom--!!!
The burst of energy extends far beyond the realm of language.
That wasn't an explosion, but a chain reaction caused by the mutual annihilation and turbulence of the three elemental forces.
A small mushroom cloud, a mixture of black, gold, and dark red, rose from the center of the Valley of the Gods. The shockwave spread outward, turning all the hills, rocks, and corpses within a radius of several kilometers into dust.
The entire Valley of the Gods trembled under this power!
However, the three who had landed the blow showed no joy on their faces.
Rocks's maniacal laughter froze on his face.
Roger pulled his hat down low, the shadow obscuring his expression.
Garp maintained his punching stance, all his muscles tensed to the limit.
They all had a feeling.
Attack... Although it hit.
But it was as if a punch had landed on cotton, causing no harm whatsoever.
All the power was absorbed, dissolved, and devoured in an incomprehensible way the moment it touched the other's body.
The aftershocks of the energy storm subsided, and the dust settled.
In the center of the battlefield, at the location that was attacked by a combined force, the scene gradually became clear.
The Saint Satan, possessed by Im, stood silently in place.
Unharmed.
His cheek was struck by Garp's fist, his waist was slashed by Roger's sword, and his neck was cut by Rocks' blade.
Those parts that should have been destroyed are now being rewound rapidly and bizarrely in a way that defies physics.
Disintegrated flesh, shattered bones, and torn clothing were all restored.
In a short moment, it was completely intact.
"A decent attack."
However, this level of effort is not enough!
Im finally spoke, his tone completely flat, like a high and mighty god commenting on a few clowns putting on a great show.
There was no anger or surprise in his eyes, only a faint hint of mockery, as if watching a boring drama unfold.
Before the words were even finished!
Im's figure disappeared from the spot.
The next instant, he appeared in front of Garp.
Garp was so close that he could see his own horrified face reflected in Garp's lifeless eyes.
Im extended a finger, a withered finger, and casually pointed it at Garp's iron fist, powerful enough to shatter the continental shelf.
Bang!
Garp felt an irresistible force emanating from the other's fingertips.
He was hit head-on and sent flying backward at an even faster speed than when he came!
The air behind them was repeatedly blasted apart, producing a series of muffled sonic booms.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He crashed through seven or eight hills before finally coming to a stop amidst a vast expanse of dust and ruins.
"Click..."
A sharp pain shot through his right arm, and Garp groaned as his arm bone was snapped by an irresistible force.
Im didn't even glance back at Karp's fate.
He simply waved casually to the other side.
An invisible barrier appeared out of thin air, and Roger's sharp sword energy, which had been chasing after him, collided with the barrier and dissolved silently.
The invisible force, after dismantling Roger's attack, did not dissipate; instead, it placed the main pressure on Rocks, who was already the most seriously injured.
"Get out of my way!"
Rocks roared, his famous sword swirling with overwhelming black and red aura as he unleashed dozens of slashes.
However, those strikes were weakened layer by layer the moment they came into contact with that invisible pressure, and eventually vanished into nothingness.
Every swing of the sword felt like a battle against the entire sky.
With each attempt to resist, he felt the earth beneath his feet repelling him.
The old wound was torn apart by the terrifying pressure, and more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining the tattered clothes on his chest.
"Again!"
Roger and Garp, refusing to believe in their fate, charged out of the ruins once more, the three of them changing tactics and launching attacks from different angles.
They brought the fighting talent of the "D" clan to its fullest potential, launching desperate charges against that lone figure time and time again.
But it didn't work.
It's totally useless.
Every attack was neutralized by Im in a more relaxed and effortless manner.
Then, they were met with an even heavier and more ruthless counterattack.
Their physical strength and domineering aura were rapidly depleted, their breathing became increasingly heavy, and their movements began to sluggish.
But Im is an inexhaustible source of energy.
He didn't even change his standing posture in the slightest.
A suffocating sense of despair.
Mortals who attempt to challenge the sun high in the sky, no matter how much they struggle, will ultimately be burned to ashes.
"it's over."
Im also seemed to have lost his last bit of patience.
He slowly clapped his hand at Rocks, who had nowhere to avoid it.
That palm strike appeared slow, with a gentle breeze.
But in Rocks' eyes, this palm strike locked down all the space around him and blocked all his escape routes.
There is no way to avoid it.
Unstoppable!
Bang!
The palm print was firmly imprinted on Rocks' chest.
Rocks' eyes bulged out, his sternum was crushed into powder in an instant, and his internal organs were crushed by an invisible giant hand.
He was slammed into a massive mountainside hundreds of meters behind him, embedding himself deeply into the rock, leaving only a huge human-shaped crater and spiderweb-like cracks.
Im withdrew his hand, looking disdainfully at Roger and Garp, who were panting heavily and covered in blood, and calmly stated in a tone as if stating a truth:
"Your limits are just my starting point."
In the ruins of the mountainside, rubble rolled down.
Rocks struggled, using the scabbard as support, and slowly rose from the human-shaped crater.
He was covered in blood.