One Piece: The Legend of Beasts

After several hours of arduous fighting, Roger understood firsthand why the World Government regarded Rocks as the most dangerous pirate in history.

It's not just the extreme act of openly opposing the government, but also the fact that the mastery of the three colors of domineering and the ability of the fruit has surpassed the pinnacle. The black smoke that continuously flows out of the body assimilates everything it touches into black mist, which is undoubtedly the unique manifestation of the awakening of the fruit.

Even though he knew that the enemy's physical pain was more sensitive than that of ordinary people, he still felt helpless because of the black mist covering the body's surface like armor that could absorb all external damage.

In addition, his obsession to destroy the government at all costs grew stronger as time passed, which made his already extraordinary strength increase to an unprecedented level. Facing the combined attack of himself and Garp, he still seemed at ease, with no signs of injury on his body. Roger even felt for a moment that the other party could kill them at any time if they wanted.

However, the more insurmountable the peak is, the more it can bring out the hidden potential of those climbers who are not afraid of difficulties, so that they can reach heights that have never been reached before.

Especially when forced into a desperate situation with seemingly no hope of survival, the mental strength and willpower that determine the intensity of the Conqueror's Haki will undergo unexpected transformation, just like a weak seedling that can only thrive and grow into an unshakable towering tree after experiencing countless storms.

Isn’t this world-class battle the best opportunity to practice?

Driven by this thought, Roger turned around without hesitation and shouted to the man beside him who was staring at the sky as if facing a formidable enemy: "Next, I will hold that guy back by myself until he reveals a flaw. Then you will have to seize the opportunity, buddy!"

"What? ...Of course—"

Garp was stunned for two seconds after hearing these words suddenly. He was about to agree subconsciously when he caught a glimpse of the face that almost had the words "unfriendly" written on it. He immediately became more alert and shook his fist in a bad mood, "Are you going to use this as an excuse to challenge him? Don't think you can take all the credit!"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not that confident."

Roger, who knew the temperament of this old opponent who he had fought hundreds of times, just smiled and turned his eyes back to the sky. "I was just thinking that if you were in a relatively open battlefield, your skills would not be restricted in any way."

Hearing this, Karp froze in his place, not knowing what to say for a moment. After a while, he seemed to have made a decision and leaped onto a relatively flat boulder. He crossed his legs and sat down with his arms folded across his chest. He pretended to be indifferent and asked, "Let me make it clear in advance that what I hate most is waiting!"

"Don't worry, one minute is enough!"

As the words fell, Roger stomped his feet on the ground suddenly, and his whole body rose from the ground, turning into a long rainbow that instantly drew a distance of more than ten feet in the air, and appeared in front of Rocks in just one second.

The long sword placed on the left shoulder released a thick black lightning and slashed out with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"You've been beaten so many times and you still haven't learned your lesson?!"

Rocks, who didn't take the oncoming attack seriously at all, sneered, and without dodging, he grabbed forward with his five fingers, trying to drag Roger into the darkness with the knife. Unexpectedly, when his fingertips just touched the blade, he felt an extremely strong rebound force transmitted from the blade, and his entire left arm was suddenly shocked and hurt. His body also involuntarily retreated a distance, and the arrogant smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

This kid's arrogance... Could it be? !

Before Rocks could think, Roger swung his sword again with lightning speed. This time, Rocks did not block it head-on like before. He immediately used the domineering energy in his body to cover the surface of the double-edged sword in his right hand with a layer of thick and ominous black liquid. He swung forward mercilessly and without hesitation. The sword energy emitted was enough to tear the surrounding air, making a sharp sound like tearing silk, and rolled up gusts of violent and unparalleled gale.

Shila-

A series of harsh metal friction sounds suddenly rang out in the sky, accompanied by sparks flying all over the sky. The black sword blade and the sharp knife body crossed each other. After the two figures briefly merged, they quickly separated. At first glance, it was like two red and black lightning crossing across the sky. Even a master like Garp who had profound attainments in the field of observation could only barely capture their movements and positions.

Brat, did he realize it first?

As the competitive consciousness in Garp's heart gradually rose, the two men who were fighting again fought from the air to the ground, and from the ground to the valley. Wherever they passed, rocks exploded and turned into powder. The earth was full of gullies, and the sound of air explosions caused by the continuous collision between the two sides resounded throughout the sky like a war drum.

Feeling that the force coming from the sword was completely different from the previous rounds of confrontation, and was even showing a tendency to increase, Rocks' face was gradually covered with an indelible shadow, and his right hand holding the sword was shaking uncontrollably.

He discovered that the black smoke attached to the weapon could no longer absorb Roger's domineering aura as calmly as before.

There is only one reason that can explain this situation that has never happened before, and that is that the domineering aura released by the opponent has gradually reached the limit of what one can absorb.

This can only be achieved by pouring out all the domineering energy stored in the body, but making such a choice is not an easy task. In addition to having to completely give up defense and put oneself in an extremely dangerous situation, it will inevitably accelerate the loss of one's own physical strength and lifespan.

It is like a candle that burns very quickly. Once it is lit, it will burn out in just two or three seconds, leaving only a pile of remaining embers.

In other words, you're willing to sacrifice your life just to kill me?! Even at the cost of giving up your own dream!

"Giving up your dreams? A guy who can do such a thing is not worthy of being a pirate."

As if he had seen through Rocks's inner ups and downs, Roger laughed loudly while waving the long sword in his hand. There was no sign of fatigue on his face covered with sweat and blood. "It is precisely because I don't intend to give up that I decided to risk my life to break through the obstacles in front of me!"

"What nonsense!"

Accompanied by a hysterical roar, Rocks, who seemed to be stimulated and almost out of control, poured the dual-color domineering aura into the blade and swung it with all his might. Countless dense and fragmented black lightning kept jumping on the surface of the sword like living things. The surrounding air also made an indescribable whistling sound under this devastating force, as if the atmosphere was wailing for it.

"Well done!"

Without showing the slightest fear or flinching, Roger grinned, holding the inky black sword in both hands and facing forward in a horizontal slashing posture. Dazzling red arcs flashed on the edge of the blade, carrying an unrivaled momentum as if to cut off everything in front of him.

boom!

Brilliant thunder suddenly exploded in the air, violent air waves shook continuously, and the sky, which was originally as dark as night, was dyed dark red.

"Uh!"

Roger's body flew backwards involuntarily, his clothes were torn to pieces, and bright red blood oozed out of his mouth and splashed all over the air. In the domineering fight, he was still at a disadvantage.

But that's enough.

Looking down at Rocks, who was in the sky as the black fog surrounding him was blown away by the strong wind caused by the impact, and the figure approaching him rapidly like a meteor across the sky from below, Roger ignored the pain that made his internal organs turn upside down, and forced a smug smile with a slight tug of his mouth: "I am a man of my words, brother..."

"Wahahaha! The timing is perfect!"

With a burst of unbridled laughter, Garp rushed forward with a fierce momentum, sonic booms continued wherever he passed, and the domineering aura flowing on his right fist burst into red light, which was particularly dazzling in this dark space. "But even if it's just one minute, it's enough to make people itchy!"

"Pointless struggle!"

The fierce wind pressure from behind made Rocks turn around abruptly. He quickly stretched out his arms and held the double-edged sword across his chest. Even though he was forced into a difficult situation, he still had an extremely arrogant smile on his face, "Look, I'll block it for you!"

"Fist bone impact!"

As Garp swung his right fist suddenly, the air along the way surged violently like a tide in a storm, as if stirred by Garp's powerful blow.

A huge wave was suddenly released from five centimeters away from the tip of the fist, accompanied by a series of explosions that almost broke the eardrums, and completely engulfed Rocks' body in an instant.

In an instant, the heat wave caused by the explosion swept across the entire venue. The black fog that seemed to have completely blended into the background was also blown away by the strong wind. Even the sky was covered with criss-crossing cracks, as if the sky was about to be shattered.

Because the explosion occurred in mid-air, the already shaky God's Valley inevitably shook violently again, raising a cloud of dust that covered everything on the ground. Fortunately, apart from the mountain in the center of the island that had cracks and tiny pieces of rubble falling from it, no one or a single building was affected.

"That guy's domineering aura has also become stronger..."

Roger, who had no idea how many difficult somersaults he had performed in the air before finally landing on a piece of open ground, sighed from the bottom of his heart. However, before he could stand firmly, his eyes, which were flashing red, seemed to have foreseen an extremely bleak future. His eyes became solemn, and without a moment's pause, he drew out his long sword again and jumped up from the ground.

“This monster——!”

At the same time, Garp's eyes suddenly widened as if he understood something. He gritted his teeth, and regardless of the turbulent airflow under his feet that prevented him from performing the Moon Step smoothly and caused his body to begin to fall, he hastily raised his retracted right fist and was about to swing out again. Unexpectedly, before he could put his action into practice, a figure shot out from the billowing smoke in front of his sight, and his figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, hitting Garp's chest squarely.

click-

The sound of broken bones was clearly audible, and Cap didn't even have time to feel the pain. He was thrown backwards involuntarily as if he was hit by a meteorite, causing circle of sonic boom clouds. He crashed through more than a dozen mountains and landed heavily on the ground at the edge of the island. For a moment, billowing dust and smoke rose into the sky, and rocks mixed with building debris flew everywhere in the strong wind. The ground for hundreds of miles was shaking.

A huge pit several hundred meters in size was blasted out directly on the coast in this area. Dense cracks spread wildly around the pit, and sea water like black mud continued to seep in from it.

"Cough cough!"

Karp, lying in a "big" shape in the middle of the pit, was coughing up blood foam violently. His black sweatshirt was torn to varying degrees, and there was a deep dent on his chest. Thick blood flowed out along the edge of the dent, dyeing the ground beneath him a shocking scarlet.

But there was no time for him to stop and catch his breath, because the culprit who caused this terrible situation was standing quietly in the air a few meters away from him, looking down at him with a condescending attitude, as if he was looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.