One Piece: General Xuanming, Defeat the New World

"Captain Roger, we have to leave. If we don't leave now, we may not be able to leave!"

Jabba stood on the floor of Impel Down, leaning on the handle of his battle axe, looking at Roger who was panting beside him.

"But Rayleigh, Rayleigh is still here!"

Roger closed his eyes in pain, his voice trembling slightly.

"Rayleigh wouldn't want to see us buried here with him, otherwise he wouldn't have sacrificed himself to save us!"

"The only way for us to fulfill our true wishes is to live well, travel well, and achieve our true wishes. This is the greatest fulfillment for Vice Captain Rayleigh!"

Jabba yelled, his face turning red.

He didn't want to abandon Rayleigh, but things had come to this point, the only right thing to do was to stop the loss in time and escape from here with the least loss.

Since Rayleigh chose to leave alone, Jabba has missed Rayleigh every moment. The vice captain plans the direction of the pirate group, controls the income and expenditure of the entire pirate group, and...

All of this, which Rayleigh could have handled properly, was now all placed on Jabba.

These days, Jabba, a rough guy, was forced to start thinking of strategies, planning, and suppressing his own personality.

"Captain, if possible, I would be willing to exchange my life for Rayleigh's return, but we can't do that. Regardless of whether Rayleigh is down there or not, as long as we go down, we will definitely stay there completely."

"Wang Zhi will never fight to the death for us. The navy's support will arrive soon. How are we going to deal with it then?"

Jabba buried his face in his hands, tears falling from his fingertips.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, since you are so affectionate, why don't you all stay here and accompany Rayleigh!"

Faced with this touching scene, Karp was not moved at all. He still had his arms clasped together, blocking the only way to the exit.

Karp looked at the scene in front of him coldly, without any intention of taking any action.

All Garp has to do is delay. As long as he delays until Moment arrives and the support from the Navy Headquarters arrives, he will naturally be able to defeat Roger's pirate group 100%.

With a sure-win option, there was no need for Garp to take the initiative.

Wang Zhi’s last move made Karp figure out a problem.

Regardless of whether Roger burned, killed, and looted, he was already a pirate from the moment he hoisted the pirate flag.

What's more, if you want to help Roger, you should help Roger cleanse his sins and be a good person, instead of allowing Roger to go further and further on the road of pirates.

There is no doubt that compared to the comics, Garp's values ​​at this time are much more positive.

After hearing what Jabba said, Roger fell into a long silence.

Looking back at the young Shanks, Buggy the Clown, the elderly Crocus, and the injured Jabba and Sambel, Roger was shaken.

These people are the core and hope of the pirate group, and they must not be destroyed here.

Thinking of this, Roger closed his eyes in pain for the last time. When he opened his eyes again, the sadness just now had disappeared, and fighting spirit and determination filled Roger's eyes.

"We can't wait any longer. I will attack with all my strength and force Cap to clear the passage. Jabba, you lead them away. There are other enemies up there."

"Don't worry about me, trust me, I can leave!"

As Roger spoke, an astonishing fighting spirit rose up with the domineering aura, and the terrifying spirit almost became material, blowing the scorching waves back again and again.

"Have you made up your mind, Roger?"

Sensing the change in Roger's momentum, Garp's fighting spirit of "I am invincible" also rose, and the domineering color as majestic as the ancient mountains dyed everything in sight scarlet.

"boom!"

The two sides collided with each other, and after a moment of stalemate, Garp finally gained the upper hand.

"Ace - One-Sword Flow God Avoidance - Domination Territory - God-Slaying Slash!"

Roger lowered his head, his expression became solemn and serious, and he spoke word by word.

With every word he uttered, Roger's aura became stronger, and a murderous intent as cold as winter and a sword light as sharp as it could cut through anything permeated around Roger.

A blood-red stream of light originated from Roger's heart and spread around him. Wherever the domineering color covered, strange phenomena occurred.

The Overlord's Territory, which was able to control everything, completely enveloped the fourth floor of Impel Down, constantly pressuring Garp's position.

"cut!"

As the last word was uttered, Roger's brewing momentum reached its peak, and the blade of the long sword Ace in his right hand turned scarlet, as if it could drip blood.

Roger's speed in swinging the sword seemed to be extremely slow. Even a child who was holding a sword for the first time could swing the sword faster.

But it was this sword technique that made Garp, who was standing at the door, cautious for the first time, and felt a little tricky.

And dancing along with the long sword in Roger's hand was the phantom of a long sword formed by the blood light in the territory of the Overlord.

The shadow of a sword several dozen feet long was suspended above Roger's head, and the shadow's movements were exactly the same as Ace in Roger's hand.

As the phantom waved, an indescribable sense of oppression instantly covered the entire fourth floor of Impel Down, and everyone present seemed to be unable to breathe.

Domineering, energy, physical strength, this attack almost condensed everything Roger had. As his will and fighting spirit reached the peak, the sword that gathered all Roger's will was swung out.

"boom!"

In an instant, the sword light burst out and left a deep knife mark on the tens of meters thick sea stone wall of Push City. This was just an unconscious aftermath.

This was Roger's desperate sword, and it even vaguely exceeded the limits of this level.

"Oppression? That kid Carsente is the best at this."

Garp smiled lightly, ignoring the pressure from Roger. In the previous battles with Carsente, he had seen almost all kinds of pressure, and Garp had long been immune to it.

"Iron Fist—One Punch!"

Different from Roger's grand scene, Garp slowly swung his right hand, his clenched right fist extended forward, and his bronze skin was clearly visible.

Simple, as if it was simple to the extreme, just a simple straight punch, without any skill at all, as if there was not even any domineering aura attached.

"kill!"

Although Roger did not understand what Garp was doing, it did not stop him from continuing to swing his sword. His momentum had accumulated to the extreme, and he had no way to retreat.

"Oh!"

"Crash..."

There was a gentle collision, without the silent tranquility of loud sounds, nor the deafening roar. The domineering territory that condensed Roger's domineering color, and the phantom of the blood-red long sword dissolved and shattered silently the moment it touched Garp's bare fist, as if the terrifying momentum had never existed.

Roger's eyes narrowed. The destruction of the Overlord's territory meant that Roger's will was shattered head-on. It was only at this moment that Roger felt the horror of Garp's punch.

It was like the ultimate simplicity, with an aura of simplicity to the extreme; this was Garp's invincible punch.

(I didn’t feel anything when I wrote these two chapters, but when I read them again, they felt a bit fantasy)