FWF Chapter 334: Zephyr's Puzzle!
Chapter 334: Zephyr's Puzzle!
Above the clouds.
The wind howled.
The massive shadow of the warship was cast upon the skull-shaped rock face of Beehive Island.
Like a final ultimatum from divine punishment.
The dragon's gaze was fixed on what was below.
That dog-headed warship that took off into the air.
His breathing stopped for a moment.
That was his familiar vehicle, the most stubborn symbol of justice on this vast sea.
The bow of a warship.
An old man with white hair and beard.
He was tall and strong.
He just stood there.
It violates all common sense in physics.
Gravity had no effect on him.
"That's... Father?"
The dragon's voice was dry, almost as if it were being squeezed out of its throat.
The Garp in his memory was that old rascal who laughed heartily while holding a senbei, and that strict father who chased him all over the mountains with his fists.
He had never seen Karp like this before.
An enraged lion.
That terrifying aura caused the world to change color.
Zephyr's gaze passed over Garp and landed in the shadows of the ruins.
That figure exuding a chilling aura.
His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails digging into his palms.
"Kuzan...why?"
"Why are you standing there? Standing among those filthy pirates!"
Chen Ye stood beside the two of them, arms crossed.
Golden pupils reflected the battlefield below.
"Teacher Zephyr, I'll tell you about the Kuzan affair, the twists and turns, and the darkness, later."
"Now, look at that old man."
He held up one finger.
It points to Garp, who is falling from the sky.
A wildly enthusiastic smile spread across his lips.
"Watch closely."
"This is the naval hero's final madness."
"He's old, and the times call him a 'remnant of the old era.'"
"But he remains the pinnacle of the world, the most insurmountable mountain on this vast ocean!"
Before he could finish speaking...
The character below, Garp, moved.
He let out a loud laugh in the air, which shook the heavens.
The laughter was hearty and unrestrained, as carefree as ever.
Yet it also carries an air of dominance that regards thousands of troops as mere weeds.
"Hahahaha!"
"Pirates!"
"Dare to touch my beloved subordinates? Be prepared to be utterly defeated!"
With a laugh, Garp clenched his right fist, which was covered in age spots and scars.
For an instant.
Heaven and earth faded.
The black and red color exudes a domineering aura, like a flood bursting its banks.
It exploded inside his body.
It transformed into countless black lightning bolts, crackling and coiling around his fist.
This is no ordinary display of domineering power.
This is a power honed over decades, a power that has driven Roger to the brink of despair countless times.
The surrounding space seemed to be groaning.
The atmosphere is compressed to its limit, forming a distorted force field that is visible to the naked eye.
Garp was in mid-air.
Facing the ant-like pirates below.
He threw a punch.
"Fist Bone - Galaxy Impact!"
This punch did not touch the ground.
The moment the fist was unleashed, a massive shockwave that devoured everything, carrying with it world-destroying black and red lightning, crashed into the town center of Beehive Island from afar.
boom--!!!
The sound disappeared.
The enormous roar exceeded the limits of hearing.
Dragon and Zepha watched as the town below crumbled like building blocks.
The hard rocky ground surged and crumbled like ocean waves.
Countless houses were reduced to dust.
Those clamoring pirates didn't even have time to let out a scream.
They were like ants in a hurricane, scattered and flying everywhere by the violent shockwave.
Blood exploded in the air.
It dyed half the sky red.
The entire Beehive Island was trembling violently.
The massive skull island groaned in pain under that punch.
In the very center of the skull-shaped building lies a terrifyingly deep pit, hundreds of meters in diameter.
The cracks spread like a spider web.
It almost tore the entire island in two.
This is the "Naval Hero".
This is the kind of fighting power that doesn't need any Devil Fruit abilities, but can suppress an entire era with just a pair of iron fists.
high altitude.
Zefa clung tightly to the edge of the spatial barrier, his whole body trembling.
The old soldier, who had never killed anyone in his life but hated pirates, had tears in his eyes at this moment.
"That old madman! He's still acting so recklessly!"
"He's seventy-eight years old... but he's fucking handsome!"
Zefa cursed as he wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes.
It was as if he had returned to decades ago, to the days when he fought alongside Garp and Sengoku.
Garp was like that back then too.
Always at the forefront.
Never plays by the rules.
One punch, and no matter what legend you are, you'll be sent flying.
"This is your father, Dragon."
Chen Ye said softly.
"In order to save the hope of the future, he ventured alone into the headquarters of the Four Emperors."
"Do you understand this spirit, this decisiveness?"
The dragon did not speak.
My gaze was fixed on the figure that had landed in the center of the ruins.
Karp landed.
The pebbles underfoot were crushed into powder.
He dusted off his cloak and looked around.
The pirate who had miraculously survived was terrified and scrambled backward, his eyes filled with fear.
Just then.
A bone-chilling cold emanated from the depths of the ruins.
The sweltering air instantly solidified.
White frost spread across the scorched ground at an alarming rate.
Even the flames were frozen.
"Oh my... Mr. Garp, you're making too much noise."
"If we sink the island, Blackbeard will be furious when he gets back."
A lazy voice rang out.
Amidst a flurry of ice shards, Kuzan slowly emerged, hands in his pockets.
He was wearing a burgundy shirt and black sunglasses.
A chill ran through my body.
A moving iceberg.
He stood in front of Garp.
A former admiral.
He is currently the captain of the tenth ship of the Blackbeard Pirates.
Aokiji Kuzan.
Seeing this, Zefa's heart clenched tightly.
The pain was so intense I couldn't breathe.
One of them was his most prized disciple at the military academy, whom he regarded as his own son.
One was his old comrade-in-arms, who had been by his side for half his life, and who was both his teacher and friend.
Now, these two people stand on opposite sides of life and death.
"Kuzan..."
Zefa's voice was hoarse, his nails dug deep into his flesh, and blood flowed down between his fingers.
"You little rascal! I'll definitely teach you a lesson when I get back!"
"Even if it breaks your legs, I'll pull you back from the wrong path!"