Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

Faced with such a terrifying opponent as the Red Earl, ordinary naval soldiers would be easy prey no matter how many they sent. Therefore, Sengoku did not arrange for them to follow him. Instead, he set up camp at the foot of the mountain and established a perimeter. Sengoku sat in the makeshift camp and calmly directed everything.

He held the teacup and happily drank the tea.

According to the plan of the Warring States period, the Air Marshal did not need to take any action this time; he only needed to show his face at the very end.

It seems Redfield doesn't care about our actions. No wonder he's known as a man who can take on a legendary pirate crew single-handedly.

Sengoku glanced at the mountaintop; even with his Observation Haki, he could clearly sense Redfield's presence.

His calm demeanor proved that he wasn't particularly flustered.

"Garp, do as we said before. If you feel you can't hold on, get off and I'll take your place."

"Warring States period, turn your head and say."

Garp spoke with a gloomy face:

"No need, I will defeat Redfield with these iron fists."

Sora and Sengoku looked at Garp, but said nothing.

They all knew that Karp, with his personality, had been suppressing his feelings for three years at Marineford, and it would be good for him to vent his frustrations.

Karp strode open the curtain at the campsite and walked alone towards the summit.

Redfield, perched atop the mountain, put down his teacup.

"Oh, so you're only planning to send Garp to deal with me?"

"You've really underestimated me."

Before long, Karp’s tall figure appeared in front of Redfield’s cottage.

Redfield picked up the umbrella with the bat-shaped handle that was carved on it; it was his weapon, and inside was a sharp rapier.

"Garp, it's been a long time."

Redfield greeted Karp politely.

Unfortunately, Karp had a sour face, as if Redfield had done something heinous.

"A terrifying murderous intent and hatred, but it wasn't directed at me."

"Pfft, looks like you haven't been having a good time lately, Garp."

Garp looked at the man in the high-necked, blood-red cloak and finally uttered his first words:

"Redfield, your ability to see through people's hearts is as annoying as ever."

Whoosh!

Without the slightest hesitation, Garp launched a fierce attack as soon as he finished speaking.

His iron fists, known for their ability to shatter mountains, were now covered in a dense layer of Armament Haki, and he swung them toward Redfield's head.

"Pirates, prepare to die!"

Garp's punch came so fast and fast that it exceeded the speed of sound, causing a series of air explosions.

The rumbling sound echoed all around the small mountaintop.

Even those at the foot of the mountain could hear it clearly, and Sora, Sengoku, and the others all looked up at the mountaintop.

"It's starting so soon?"

They thought there would be some conversation or probing exchanges, but they didn't expect Garp to go straight into a heated battle.

You can deduce it just by the sound and the aura.

Redfield didn't panic; he had already read Garp's thoughts using his Observation Haki.

Although the attack came quickly and suddenly, it did not make him panic.

rub!

Redfield drew a slender rapier from the umbrella handle and thrust it at Karp.

The two of them had mastered the art of projecting their Armament Haki.

Although there was no physical contact, it was still a wild collision of energies.

Gusts of wind constantly arose from the air and countered each other.

Garp's eyes were unusually cold.

Redfield also sensed something was wrong; Karp's gaze wasn't on him, but rather on a mortal enemy.

"Rayle? Garp, is that the name you're thinking of?"

Redfield began to speak.

He wanted to provoke Garp and make him lose his temper, so that he could deal with Garp more effectively.

"Don't! Don't mention him!!!"

Garp suddenly raised his head, his blood-red eyes resembling those of a hyena.

boom!!!

The two figures vanished from their spot simultaneously, and the shockwave from the explosion spread outwards.

The log cabin where Redfield originally lived was cleared out in an instant, including all the trees and grass on the hilltop.

The picturesque mountaintop has been transformed into a bare, rocky ground.

Redfield's temper flared up immediately.

Who is perfectly content at home when suddenly...?

A group of naval soldiers are about to attack you and have even destroyed your house. How can you not be angry?

Although Redfield dislikes killing, it doesn't mean he's someone who can be bullied; otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the title of "The Lone Red."

"Garp, you're great! You're great!"

Redfield raised his rapier and swung it toward Karp's position.

Garp frowned slightly and dodged away.

But the distant mountains weren't so lucky; a dazzling sword beam pierced through them.

Rumble.

The mountain was directly severed in half by this sword beam, and boulders tumbled and fell down the mountainside. "Look at the broken mountain peak!" This is the battle of top-tier experts; they can destroy the heavens and the earth with ease.

Kake looked at the distant mountains with excitement, his eyes shining. In the past three years, Garp hadn't had much to do, so he would train with Kake whenever he had free time.

Kake has now truly mastered Garp's three-point technique, and in terms of strength, he's almost at the level of a vice admiral.

Raleigh, however, was yawning and didn't seem to feel anything.

Three years ago, he was roughly at the level of a general, and three years later, his true strength is still among the top generals.

Five Self-Reliance is not just about himself, 5 stations 9

Rusalino has also reached the threshold of becoming a general.

I have to say, my older brother's talent is truly amazing. He's almost reached the level of a general by just drinking goji berries and tea.

But then I thought about how the deserter king became General Raleigh in two years and it suddenly made sense.

The battle on the mountain officially began, and both sides entered a state of intense fighting.

Karp employed a strategy of trading blows against Redfield's attacks.

He disregarded anything except Redfield's attacks aimed at his head and heart, raising his iron fist and pounding Redfield.

Redfield was momentarily rendered speechless by Karp's attack.

His talent is terrifying; almost all skilled fighters are helpless against him.

Unless this person can conceal their true feelings or doesn't even think about them, they can only attack based on instinct.

However, when faced with a tank like Garp who has high attack and high health and goes berserk, he has no way to fight back.

In close combat, it's impossible to completely evade the opponent's attacks.

Especially after Karp adopted this crazy fighting style, he would hit Redfield even if he was injured.

In an instant, the Red Earl, who had been fighting very elegantly, was left with tattered clothes and several fist marks on his body.

After forcing Karp away again, Redfield couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

[Left hand touched his chest]

He had just been hit in the chest by Garp's heavy punch, breaking two of his ribs, which was somewhat hindering his movements.

Kachai Redfield inserted two fingers into his chest and straightened the two broken ribs.

"Ugh, what made you look like this? You're like a vicious dog from hell."

Redfield looked at his wounds without the slightest fear.

Garp also lowered his head, looking at the numerous wounds covering his body.

One of the wounds almost severed his arm.

Karp closed his eyes, feeling the pain in his body.

For some reason, the pain actually gave him a slight feeling of excitement.

He was a warmonger by nature, and the three years of semi-house arrest made him feel extremely frustrated.

When Garp opened his eyes again, his eyes, which had been like those of a demon, began to show his true personality. Redfield felt a little uncomfortable. He could tell that Garp wasn't just on a mission; he definitely needed an opponent to vent his anger on.

There aren't many strong individuals in the world who can rival Garp these days.

After Roger was executed, and Whitebeard, Shiki, and Rayleigh all died in battle, there was still Charlotte Linlin.

However, Redfield heard that the Navy had made a deal with Charlotte Linlin a few years ago, and both sides got the results they wanted. At present, their relationship is not so strained. Only he is alone, and even if he is ganged up on by the Navy, no one will come to his aid.

"Garp, let's fight!"

Redfield had already guessed his fate; it was nothing more than death.

This was an outcome that was entirely predictable for someone like him.

"To die under the combined attack of several admirals isn't such a bad outcome. If that's all, you can't kill me, Garp."

Redfield pointed his slender umbrella sword at Karp.

Garp revealed a long-lost smile and let out a hearty laugh:

"Hahahaha, Redfield, I will shatter the famous sword in your hand with these iron fists!"

He was really happy!

Karp no longer cares whether Redfield will drag him down to the point of mutual destruction.

All he wants now is to fight and forget those annoying memories.

His right fist was once again covered with thick Armament Haki, and like an impact hammer, it pushed through the air and slammed into Redfield's head.

brush!

The sword in Redfield's hand provided the answer.

It slashed towards Garp's head like a dazzling ray of light.

This attack was launched with the mindset of mutual destruction, a direct confrontation with Garp.

However, Garp remained unmoved and continued his attack relentlessly.

Just as the attack was about to make contact with Karp, Redfield suddenly heard someone else's voice in his mind.

"Oh no!"

Redfield realized where he had gone wrong.

Garp didn't come alone!

There were three generals waiting at the foot of the mountain, ready to interrupt his attack on Garp at a crucial moment.

The gale force from Karp's iron fist had already torn through Redfield's skin, and the iron fist continued to magnify in his eyes.

"So what if he's dead!"

Redfield realized he had nowhere to retreat, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He'd rather be seriously injured than let Garp die!

"The Great Buddha - Shockwave!"

A golden Buddha suddenly appeared on the spot, his palm aimed at Karp and Redfield who were fighting.

!

The shockwave clashed with Redfield's rapier right next to Karp's ear.

Karp's ears and eyes were already bleeding from the shock, but he ignored it and punched Redfield in the face.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!"

The intense impact and excruciating pain caused Redfield, who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, great agony, and he couldn't help but scream in agony.

Garp stood still, trying to clear his mind, which was almost dazed by the shock.

Sengoku walked up to Garp, patted him on the shoulder, and said;

"Garp, you've vented enough, haven't you?"

"Leave the rest to Marshal Kong and me. You can go and rest for a bit."

Kaji quickly walked over, carried Garp on his back, and ran forward at top speed.

Kong put down his teacup and flew towards the mountaintop using Moonwalk.

As for Raleigh?

Just as Sengoku appeared on the mountaintop, Raleigh arrived, though he was only half a step behind.

After all, Sengoku was a general who could become a master on horseback, so Raleigh felt it was better to leave this kind of emergency rescue and miraculous performance to Sengoku.

He held Mikazuki Munechika in his hand and looked at Redfield in the distant tunnel!

It has to be said that Garp's attack was truly terrifying.

If Redfield hadn't concentrated all his Armament Haki on his face, this attack might have killed him instantly.

Even now, Redfield has lost most of his fighting strength.

His nasal bridge was fractured, and his skull also developed cracks from the impact.

His eyes were filled with blood, making it almost impossible to see his surroundings, and his mind was a complete mess. "This guy is still alive."

Raleigh sometimes really admires the people in the main world of One Piece; no matter how hard they fight, they just don't die.

Legendary pirates like these are practically invincible until they've exhausted their stamina.

When fighting the Golden Lion and Whitebeard, they inflicted many fatal wounds, but the enemy stubbornly endured the injuries and continued fighting for another half hour.

However, this time the power is different from the other two times.

With Admiral Kong, General Sengoku, and himself facing a heavily wounded pirate, Raleigh didn't think anything would go wrong.

The mountain wind billowed the cloak of the air marshal as he looked down at Redfield in the pit and said:

"Redfield, I hereby announce your arrest in the name of the Navy."

Redfield, whose body was convulsing, slowly opened his eyes, revealing a mocking expression:

They speak with lofty ideals, but it's all just about fame and fortune.

"Kong, I never imagined that someone as a Marine Grand Master would be like those low-level pirates who just want to make a name for themselves."

Kong didn't consider those words a disgrace; he smiled slightly.

So what? Before I became a Fleet Admiral, I was first and foremost a human being. I believe that as long as one is human, one cannot escape the pursuit of fame and fortune.

Even within the righteous Navy, his reputation speaks volumes about his achievements.

"The more pirates you kill, the greater your fame becomes. I don't consider that a vulgar thing."

Although Raleigh really wanted to remind the Sky Master that Redfield was condemning his bullying behavior, he thought about it and decided not to say anything.

Redfield turned to look at Raleigh:

"Marshal Kong, it seems your little subordinate looks down on your actions."

Raleigh, whose mind had been read by Redfield, remained unfazed and spoke with righteous indignation:

"Air Marshal, I find Redfield's refusal to admit guilt utterly despicable."

"I'm willing to take his head and let all the pirates in the world know of your glory."

After hearing what the two people were saying, Kong also revealed a playful smile on his face.

Having been a cunning old fox for so many years, he naturally wouldn't be provoked by a few words of provocation.

Besides, as long as Raleigh doesn't say it to his face, Kong will just pretend Redfield is talking nonsense.

Who hasn't secretly harbored feelings for their boss?

He nodded with a smile:

"Rayle, go smash his mouth open, then throw him in the wheelchair for life!"