The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 362 Opportunity?

Baltimore, the location of the Revolutionary Army headquarters, was filled with an atmosphere as heavy as the oppressive sky before a storm, yet a faint spark of excitement flickered within it, fueled by a new opportunity.

Revolutionary Army leader Monkey D. Dragon, Chief of Staff Sabo, and all the army commanders gathered here, a rare occurrence.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the screen projected by the Den Den Mushi, as if drawn by a magnet.

The scene depicted is a fierce battle taking place on a remote ghost island.

Vegapunk's sensational live broadcast was like a sudden and incredibly powerful whirlwind, stirring up huge waves in the turbulent world situation.

The Revolutionary Army, whose mission is to overthrow the World Government and who have been lurking in the darkness for a long time, keenly sensed a fleeting but potentially life-changing opportunity in this battle.

"If we were to attack the Red Line at this time..."

Sabo muttered to himself.

However, when his gaze inadvertently swept across the image of Seraph Ace and Seraph Luffy, his head felt as if it had been struck by an electric current, and a dull ache began to throb.

Fragmented and blurry images kept flooding my mind like a tide.

Those images, like ghosts hidden in the mist, appeared and disappeared, causing ripples of doubt to rise in his heart.

Do I know them?

However, now is not the right time for him to delve into this mystery.

"This is the first time I've ever seen the Five Elders take action!"

Ivankov's face, which usually carried a touch of humor and exaggeration, was now filled with shock; his eyes were wide open like saucers, and his mouth was slightly agape.

It wasn't just him; the fact that the Five Elders were personally involved in the battle had a profound impact on everyone's hearts, like an earthquake of magnitude 8.

The Five Elders always manipulate the World Government from behind the scenes, never revealing their true strength to the public.

"Indeed, it has allowed us to gather a lot of intelligence."

The crow stood like a cold, austere statue, its arms tightly crossed over its chest, its icy gaze like a sharp scalpel, coldly dissecting every detail displayed on the screen.

He was completely absorbed, unwilling to miss any detail that might contain crucial information.

As the largest opposition organization that has always regarded the World Government as its ultimate enemy, it tries every means to find out the World Government's various secrets and hidden strength.

They never expected that a pirate would single-handedly force the World Government to deploy its elite forces.

"The one who should be terrifying is Wes Irwin."

Betty narrowed her eyes slightly: "They haven't made a move yet."

Not just Betty, but everyone in the world who is paying attention to this battle right now.

Whether in a bustling city street or a quiet, remote rural corner.

Whether they were warlords with large armies or ordinary citizens, everyone was eager to see just how amazing Wes's strength had become.

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, deeply contemplating the situation and intensely curious about the unknown, the battlefield situation changed.

Seraph Ace and Seraph Luffy, like perfectly coordinated twin brothers, attacked Garp from both sides with lightning speed.

"There's a flaw! Old man!!"

Seraph Ace's confident and provocative shouts echoed across the battlefield. The two men's fists, like a pair of shooting stars shining with the light of death, slammed down on Garp's ribs. Garp seemed unable to dodge in time and was hit solidly by the two punches.

"Wow!"

Garp's mouthful of blood resembled a red lotus blooming in the sunlight.

Seeing this, the two Seraphim pressed their advantage, intending to take down Garp while he was injured.

But just as they were about to pull their fists back, Zhen found that his fists were firmly sucked in, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not pull them out.

"You little rascals, I've finally caught you."

Blood trickled from the corner of Garp's mouth, yet he revealed a sly smile, like an old fox who had gotten away with something.

He deliberately exposed his ribs, and in the instant before being hit, he used his incomparably powerful aura to protect them. Therefore, this seemingly serious blow did not cause him much actual damage.

At that moment, he suddenly swept his fists horizontally, sending the two Seraphim flying.

"Bang!"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The seraph, having been knocked away, crashed heavily to the ground, instantly shattering it as if struck by a giant cannonball, sending countless stones and dust flying in all directions.

The powerful impact drew the attention of everyone around, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

"Fist and Bone Galaxy Impact!"

Garp held nothing back; his weathered yet resolute eyes were fixed on Wes in the distance, his Observation Haki acting like an invisible lock, firmly locking onto his target.

This strike gathered all his strength; it was a full-force attack fueled by his rage.

He threw a punch in Wes's direction, the force of which was like a real meteor streaking across the sky, moving at extreme speed, compressing the air and creating a series of thunderous explosions.

A powerful surge of energy spread outwards like ripples, instantly drawing everyone's attention. The entire battlefield seemed to freeze at that moment, everyone holding their breath, awaiting the judgment of fate.

Everyone was filled with curiosity and tension. Someone couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "He's going to take Garp's attack head-on?!"

"That's a hero who even the Pirate King has cornered multiple times!"

Garp's strength is undeniable; no one can easily withstand that punch.

Karp's fist was getting closer and closer, just a finger's width away from hitting Wes's hateful face.

Even the Five Elders believed the outcome was already decided. In their eyes, Wes was courting death and had no chance of withstanding Garp's enraged, full-force attack.

They seemed to already see Wes being smashed to pieces by that punch, and a cold smile even crept onto their lips unconsciously.

However, to Garp, this short distance seemed farther than the distance between heaven and earth.

Garp's face turned bright red from the extreme effort, and the veins on his forehead bulged like wriggling earthworms.

His already robust and muscular body now exuded an even more powerful and majestic aura, like a volcano about to erupt, with all his power concentrated in his clenched fist.

(End of this chapter)