Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Chapter 108 begins with a move that splits the heavens, as a sign of respect.

Roger looked at Garp, sighed heavily, and rubbed his throbbing temples. Whether it was from his illness or the dog-headed hero, he forced a bitter smile. "Sigh... Dr. Crocus, it seems our conversation will have to be postponed a bit. I have a... um... very enthusiastic old friend here."

"Passion?" Crocus's lips twitched as he looked at Garp's almost burning fighting spirit and ferocious aura. "You call this 'passion'?" He felt this was more like a desperate fight!

"Roger!" Garp's roar exploded again, filled with impatience, "Don't play dumb with me! Get over here!"

Let me see if you've regressed lately! Or... are you scared?!

He provocatively hooked his fingers, which were covered in black military-style paint.

"Scared? Wahahaha!" Roger laughed loudly as if he had heard the funniest joke, trying to suppress his physical weakness and discomfort.

His laughter was full of vigor and boundless pride, but Rayleigh, who was closest to him, could keenly sense the weakness in it.

"Garp! You old mad dog!" Roger abruptly stopped laughing, his fighting spirit reignited. "How could I possibly be afraid of you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Roger's figure suddenly blurred.

Clang—!

With a clear and melodious chant echoing across the sea and sky, Roger drew his sword "Ace," one of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords!

The blade was wreathed in top-tier Armament Haki, and within its pitch-black surface, a layer of red and black Conqueror's Haki lightning danced and hissed on the edge as if it were alive.

A terrifying sword intent, capable of slicing through everything and dominating the world, instantly locked onto Garp at the bow of the dog-headed warship!

"Take this! Divine Evasion!"

Without any unnecessary movements, Roger gripped his sword with both hands and slashed down fiercely towards Garp from a distance.

A colossal, indescribably brilliant and domineering flying slash, like a divine punishment that split the heavens and earth, seemed poised to tear even space itself apart.

Wherever the blade passed, the air emitted a shriek of unbearable strain. The dense, almost tangible mist was instantly evaporated and dispersed like fragile paper before this strike.

The sky seemed to have been cleaved open with a huge gash, revealing the azure sky behind it, yet distorted and twisted. Below, the sea was as if it had been forcibly split open by an invisible blade, creating a bottomless chasm that could not be closed for a long time.

"Hahaha! Perfect timing!"

Facing this earth-shattering strike, Garp showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he burst into an even more unrestrained and excited laugh.

He clenched his fists, the pitch-black Armament Haki covering them as deep as an abyss, and the raging crimson Conqueror's Haki lightning also coiled around them, making him look like a towering war god. With a sudden stomp of his foot, the bow deck of the dog-headed warship shattered instantly! He was like a golden meteor, wrapped in raging Conqueror's Haki lightning and pitch-black Armament Haki, ignoring the hundreds of meters of sea surface distance, and fiercely pounced on the Golden Jackson.

Facing the blade's light that tore through the sky and sea, he unleashed a fierce barrage of punches, his fists like two falling stars.

"Fist Bone - Heavenly Meteor!"

Boom!

Blade light and iron fist, two completely different peak powers, collided with a thunderous roar at the entrance of Upside Down Mountain!

The deafening roar, beyond description, seemed to make the entire red earth continent tremble.

At the point of impact, space was distorted and shattered like a broken mirror.

The blinding light instantly engulfed everything. The crimson and black lightning, like a raging thunder dragon, frantically entangled and exploded, tearing the last remaining wisp of thick fog into nothingness.

The terrifying shockwave, like a world-ending storm, spread out in a perfect sphere in an instant.

The Golden Jackson and the Dog Head warship were slapped away as if by a giant's hand, their hulls groaning as they were on the verge of disintegration, and were pushed backward by the violent force, sliding hundreds of meters!

The sea was completely overturned, forming a ring-shaped tsunami wall hundreds of meters high. Even the huge Labu was thrown out by this force, letting out a terrified howl!

And above the clouds, in a wisp of white cloud that drifts slowly.

Nok's figure appeared and disappeared, peering through gaps in the clouds at the terrifying scene below, a battle that resembled a clash between gods and demons. The blades tearing the sky apart, the iron fists surging like mountains, the rampaging red and black lightning... even now, a hint of solemnity and admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Is this... the power that stands at the pinnacle of this era?" Nock murmured to himself, a hint of感慨 in his voice. "Roger Garp, truly living up to his reputation. But..." A slow smile crept onto his lips, "This grand drama has only just begun!"

On the Golden Jackson.

Rayleigh remained firmly planted on the deck, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his face extremely grave, his gaze fixed on the figure wielding a sword in the center of the battlefield.

"Roger..." Rayleigh's heart sank.

Only his close companions knew how much of a burden Roger had just endured with that earth-shattering "Divine Evasion."

Roger's strength is beyond doubt, but his body at this moment is like a piece of porcelain covered with cracks, which may shatter completely at any time in a violent collision!

Jabba, standing beside him, was equally worried. He steadied himself on the deck with his giant axe, his eyes filled with anxiety: "Rayleigh... this can't go on! Roger's health..."

"I know!" Rayleigh's voice was low and resolute. "This time, we can't let him fight alone again! Prepare..."

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However, before Rayleigh could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

As the shockwave from the clash of Conqueror's Haki completely dispelled the fog, visibility became incredibly clear. Behind the dog-headed warship, two more warships suddenly appeared out of thin air!

On the bow of one of the warships stood a burly man with purple hair and a thick beard. He had his arms crossed, his muscles bulging, and he exuded a terrifying aura as steady as a mountain yet full of explosive power.

It was none other than Admiral "Black Arm" Zephyr of the Navy Headquarters!

On the bow of the other warship stood two young figures, whose height alone indicated their strength!

Kizaru, and Akainu!

If Garp could get the news that Roger had come to Reverse Mountain, then the rest of the Marines could certainly get it too!

Half of the Navy Headquarters' top fighting force has been deployed, including Admiral Zephyr and two future Admirals! Add to that the power of Navy hero Garp, and they would probably be able to sweep away any pirate crew in the New World.

Rayleigh's face instantly turned incredibly grim. He abruptly turned to Roger, whose expression was equally astonished, his voice unusually grave: "Damn it! Our location has been exposed! This is a trap! We're surrounded by the Navy!"

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Crocus stood on the violently rocking small boat, watching the naval reinforcements arrive like divine intervention, then looking at Roger, surrounded in the center, his face grave but his fighting spirit constantly rising. His heart sank to the bottom. He gripped the handle of the medical kit tightly, muttering, "This...this is serious trouble—."