The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

Chapter 353: The Big Fist of the Sandbag

Boom, boom...the noisy roar echoed in the chaotic sky.Mobile terminal m..

Just by listening to the sound, one would mistake it for a terrifying storm or... thousands of troops fighting fiercely. In fact, the initiator was only two people.

There was no conversation, no need to speak...just the way hot-blooded men talk: fists!

Reg has never thought of himself as such a passionate person. He always acts decisively and then acts, and he never forces himself too much on things he is unsure of... But today, he has become a little passionate.

This is all because the opponent in front of him, a man named Garp... his fists are a bit heavy.

Obviously, this man didn't even use the "hardened" weapon color. He only used the colorless and transparent winding domineering force to defeat him who had turned on the "Thor God Mode".

Boom, boom, boom...left hook, right hook, front fist, swing arm, rapid advance and retreat, and occasionally a turning Garp, the fight was a joy: after becoming a general in the Warring States Period, It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a useful target.

Yes, Reg with full combat power... is just a suitable target in Garp's eyes.

Garp, who made exaggerated sonic booms and violent air waves every time he punched, used his solid and simple fists to explain to Reg what... Even if it is something that is extremely basic, the qualitative change after the quantitative change is like " A degree of transformation like a carp leaping over the dragon's gate.

Although Reg has made great progress in many recent battles, it is still difficult to withstand Garp's fists.

Whether it's from the front or the side, or even the enhanced version of "Afterimage Fist" that he learned when fighting Tori, it's useless... because Garp doesn't rely on sight, hearing, and color to fight at all.

Rayleigh once explained in detail the reason why Visibility has the ability to predict other people's attacks...Other people's attacks have their own will, or a strong purpose.

Wisdom, hearing, and color are the instinctive tools to decipher this will... But Garp did the opposite: constructed with radio waves, he instantly formed a "fake fist" with a strong will of his own. Afterimage punches were not completed even once.

Garp was so arrogant and unreasonable that he waved his fist tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of times, and "instinctively" completed the 100% crack... Tori did the same thing back then. But he could only defend and wait for that moment of opportunity: when the two met, they immediately judged each other.

"here we go again…"

Buuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu He swish, swish... Even though Reg dodged several times quickly, he still didn't break away from the "sandbag-sized fist".

Bang... Just like the literal meaning, it wasn't that Garp's fist looked like a sandbag, but a dent the size of a sandbag appeared on his face.

"What kind of punch is this..." Reg, who was extremely depressed after being beaten, finally spoke out.

"The Iron Fist of Love."

Bang, bang, bang... After three punches, left, right, and left, Reg had three more dents on his head.

If he was not a natural ability user, if he turned off elementalization now... there is no doubt that his face would swell into the shape of a pig's head.

"The Iron Fist of Love...isn't this the fist you used to defeat Dragon, Ace, and Luffy!!"

Reg was also aggrieved at the unauthorized application of "love" to Garp who he did not want... and then he was hit by Garp's left jab, right straight punch and left uppercut combination, and he quickly fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

At the critical moment, a large amount of electric arcs surged out of Lege's body to evaporate the sea of ​​clouds, preventing his body from being weakened by the sea of ​​clouds that had the same effect as sea water... But Garp came anyway.

Like the "Astro Boy" I saw when I was a kid... He stretched out his right fist, lowered his left fist, and descended from Garp at a speed that even a rocket could not match.

Boom... The air screamed shrilly, and the burst of air waves violently spread the surrounding sea of ​​clouds. Rege, who had been punched by it, disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds with a "swish".

When Reg fell into the White Sea and appeared in the sky of the "White Sea"... Garp who followed him was no longer the image of "Astro Boy". The pressure made his black hair fly like strong grass - do you remember, there is a palm technique that falls from the sky.

"No, it's boxing...but I'm not the Fire Cloud Evil God!!"

Slightly distracted, the "Tathagata Divine Palm" falling from the sky appeared in Leger's mind... Huoyun Evil God lost his will to compete in the face of this god's descending posture and power, but he would not!

"Third gear!"

The move that he had never been able to find the right opportunity to use finally appeared under Garp's inevitable punch.

Looking at the giant blue fist that suddenly covered his entire field of vision, Garp grinned: "It's a bit interesting..."

Before he finished speaking, Garp's fist turned pitch black... Boom! !

Garp used the "hardening" technique of his weapon color and once again demonstrated his strength... he was defeated with one punch.

Although the size difference between the two was a hundred times, Garp still knocked Reg out of the sky so easily, causing a series of "wind rings" visual special effects that gradually shrank from large to small.

"Is this a replica of Saitama..."

The fuming Reg rushed straight towards the White Sea. He could usually stop his falling easily, but he was unable to move because of the transparent domineering force attached to his body by Garp.

Reg, who was completely defeated in physical strength, foundation, and skills, was unwilling to accept it, but he was not discouraged... This result was already doomed before the fight started.

After finally breaking free from Garp's domineering restraints, his fist came again... as black as ink, so deep that the bottom was invisible.

The 3000-meter drop between the White Sea and the White Sea passes in a blink of an eye... You have to fight even if you can't beat it!

Reg, who stretched out his fists, touched Garp's left fist again... The incomparable force struck again, and the kilometer-long base of Baihai was instantly broken by Reg's flying body.

"You have good blood...Thunderboy!"

Garp, who beat Reg from Baibaihai to Baihai, and then to Qinghai, casually praised...Boom!

A nearly [-]-meter hole in the sea of ​​clouds appeared like this... Garp, who was just in a hurry, rushed towards Reg again.

Faced with Garp, who could defeat ten levels at once and was at the peak of his skills, Reg's unwillingness slowly faded away... This lesson was too unforgettable.

"Base…"

The enlightened Reg punched for the third time... without any surprise, Garp, who was like the god of war, knocked him out of the sky again.

The huge improvement brought about by eating the Thunder Fruit, the painstaking research and development of the fruit's abilities, the new way of thunder and lightning body forging, the huge investment in the use of culture fluid, etc... have created his current strength and destined him to be different from Garp. a step far".

This step seems very close, but in fact it is separated by a huge chasm... This is a huge ravine called "the foundation".

Whether it's physical skills or fruit abilities... there's no need to develop so many things that seem powerful to him but are flashy to Garp.

In this battle, Reg was completely awakened: What he lacks now is not these, but to calm down and polish the foundation... do it with punches, kicks, lightning and light, without relying on any external force. kind.

Even if this approach seems stupid and stupid, and the progress is unbearably slow...but it is the necessity of accumulation and accumulation.

If you want to soar into the sky, it's not enough to just be "opportunistic"... Being down-to-earth is never just talk.

"Is that the end of it..."

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Garp raised his fist for the fourth time, but he still didn't lower it... because the black pupils that were burning with "unyielding flames" just now had lost their luster.

Although the fight was not satisfying, he did not want to fight someone who had lost the will to fight... After all, this was not a life and death fight, and there was no distinction between positions, it was just a discussion.

"Aren't you coming?"

Following the questioning words, came a pair of bright black eyes... Knowing that there was no chance of winning, Reg resolutely waved his fist!

"Haha...well done!"

Garp, who laughed out loud, raised his right fist high, twisted his waist, rotated his arm, and threw an earth-shattering punch - boom! !

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