The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

Meanwhile, in the center of the training field, before the dust had settled, a purple figure soared into the sky!

Zephyr stepped into the Moonwalk, his right fist charging to its limit, his dark aura tinged with a dark red glow: "Dominance isn't about brute force, it's about conquest!"

"I can't let them pull me to their side." Gern's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly activated his Shockwave, attempting to dodge by transforming into his element.

But Zephyr's Observation Haki locked onto and predicted the attack in real time, and his punch suddenly changed direction.

"Bang!!!" This punch shattered the sound barrier, striking Gern squarely in the chest, and a ring of air blasted out in the sky!

Gern spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed to the ground like a meteor!

"Is it over?!" someone exclaimed.

However, as he fell to the ground, Gern suddenly slammed his hand on the ground and shouted, "Shockwave Impact!"

The recoil propelled him upwards, and at the same time, pale vibrating particles gathered at his fingertips. "Sound of Resonance - Piercing!"

"Whoosh!" The spiraling ray pierced straight into Zefa's throat!

Zephyr dodged to the side, the beam grazing his ear and piercing the rock wall behind him, creating a bottomless hole. A muffled explosion followed, and then the entire rock shattered!

"That was close..." Zefa landed and finally showed a slight smile. "That's more like it."

“Professor Zephyr,” Gern stood up, panting, and grinned, “your warm-up should be over, right?”

As he spoke, Gern clashed his fists together, and the shockwaves spread out in layers like ocean waves.

"Heavenly Shock - Star Ring!" A circular shockwave swept across the entire arena.

"Hahaha!" Zephyr laughed, forced to retreat, then stepped forward, his right fist crackling with black lightning as it was imbued with domineering aura, cleaving through the shockwaves.

"The final blow!!"

"I couldn't ask for more!" Gern roared as he charged forward, drawing his fist to his waist to gather power. Vibration particles frantically coalesced at his knuckles, and space began to shatter and collapse.

"Heavenly Tremor - Star Piercing!!" Their fists collided with a deafening roar.

"Boom!!" A blinding, shattering white light engulfed everything!

For a moment, the navy personnel outside the arena were dumbfounded. Even Kuzan stood up straight without realizing it, his eyes fixed intently on the battle inside.

As the light faded, Zephyr stood proudly in the giant crater, which was a hundred meters in diameter, while Gern knelt on one knee, his right arm trembling.

"Skyquake - Air Blast!" Gritting his teeth, Gern clasped his hands together and released a shockwave at extremely close range.

Zefa neither dodged nor evaded, but crossed his arms to take the blow head-on. The ground beneath his feet instantly collapsed, but his body remained completely still.

"The power is good, but the accuracy is a little lacking," Zephyr commented. "However, such a high-intensity use of the Devil Fruit's power..."

Your current physical strength is insufficient, so this is normal.

As he spoke, Zefa suddenly changed his move, delivering another uppercut straight to Gern's chin.

Gern barely managed to turn his head to avoid it, but felt another heavy blow to his abdomen—Zeffa's left fist had been waiting there for some time.

"Ugh!" Gern spat out a mouthful of acidic liquid, and his body flew out again.

“Secondly, Observation Haki.” Zephyr stood up, fists clenched. “Predicting your movements is easier than predicting the weather.”

"I never thought... I could even predict the weather." Gern lay on the ground, panting heavily.

He originally thought he could at least exchange a few blows with Zephyr, but he didn't expect that in front of a pure Haki master, Logia-type abilities were practically useless.

"Stand up," Zephyr's voice came.

Gern propped himself up and suddenly smiled: "Professor Zephyr, do you know?"

"Ok?"

“My greatest strength…” Gern suddenly looked up, a sly glint in his eyes, “is that I’m incredibly resilient!”

Before he could finish speaking, Gern slapped the ground with both hands, and the entire training ground suddenly shook violently.

There were gasps of surprise from the sidelines, and many people lost their balance and fell to the ground.

"earthquake?!"

"No, it's his ability!"

The ground beneath Zefa's feet suddenly cracked open, but he simply leaped lightly, adjusting his posture in mid-air.

In that instant, Gern had already rushed in front of him, and the dog head formed by the vibration particles struck Zeff's face directly.

"Heavenly Tremor - White Dog!"

"Bang!" Zefa caught the punch with one hand, and the two were locked in a stalemate in mid-air.

“Interesting.” Zephyr chuckled. “To be honest, I see the shadows of quite a few people in your moves.”

“Absolutely, and…” Gern grinned, “the most interesting part is yet to come!”

His fist suddenly began to vibrate rapidly. Zefa's expression changed slightly, and he quickly released his grip and retreated.

But it was too late; the shockwave had already traveled to his arm through the contact.

With a crisp "crack," a crack appeared in Zephyr's sunglasses.

The crowd outside the stadium instantly erupted in cheers.

"He ran into Professor Zephyr!"

"They actually managed to make 'Black Wrist' retreat!"

After landing, Zephyr looked at his arm, then looked up at Gern, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Good! Very good!"

Gern landed back on the ground, already panting heavily.

That attack had almost exhausted his strength, but the effect was better than he had expected.

"Looks like I underestimated you." Zephyr took off his shattered sunglasses, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp. "You'd better be prepared for this next move."

Gern instantly felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"Hmm?" Garp, standing outside the arena, also frowned. "Zeff's aura has completely changed."

Before he could finish speaking, Zephyr unleashed a powerful aura that cracked the surrounding earth.

In an instant, it appeared in front of Gern, its dark fist rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.

"Wait, Professor Zephyr, I admit it..."

"Black Arm - Impact!" Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Gern saw Zefa's fist stop less than an inch in front of his nose, the wind from the punch already stinging his cheek.

"Admit defeat?" Zephyr raised an eyebrow.

"I lost," Gern said calmly, swallowing hard.

If Zephyr had really landed that full-force punch, he would have been bedridden for at least six months.

Looking at Gren, Zephyr withdrew his fist, patted him on the shoulder, reached out and pulled him up, his voice unusually gentle.

“Not bad, you’re better than some people your age.” As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully in Kuzan’s direction.

"Gern, you really are a man like a natural disaster!" Kuzan said to himself, pretending not to see Zephyr's gaze.

Immediately afterwards, Zephyr turned to the silent audience and suddenly roared.

"Did you guys even see that?! This is the battle of the New World!!"

The entire stadium was silent for two seconds, then erupted in deafening cheers!

......

Gern was so shocked by the cheers that his eardrums hurt and his vision suddenly went black.

He staggered and tried to steady himself, but found his legs to be as heavy as lead.

Zefa's broad hand was still on his shoulder, but it became the only support that kept him from falling.

Zefa noticed the unusual sensation in his palm and turned to ask, "Gern, are you alright?"

"It's...nothing..." Gern wanted to say something defiant, but found his voice was weak and incoherent, like a murmur.

The blinding sunlight on the training field suddenly distorted into colorful patches, and the cheers around us sounded as if they were coming from behind a thick layer of seawater.

Then came the blurry figure of Kuzan walking quickly towards them, his mouth seemingly making a shout, but the world was rapidly fading in color.

"Damn, is Zephyr's punch a follow-up injury...?" Gern's pupils suddenly dilated, and his body fell forward like a puppet with broken strings.

Zefa reacted quickly, catching his falling body while shouting, "Medical team!!"

Kuzan had already flashed to the other side, his palm covering Gern's sweaty forehead, the cold air freezing into frost the moment they touched.

"It's alright, Professor Zephyr. It's just that I'm overexerted."

After all, such intense use of the Devil Fruit ability combined with those punches you threw..."

After saying that, Kuzan tore open Gern's already tattered training clothes, revealing his chest covered with spiderweb-like bruises—the price he paid for taking Zeffa's heavy punch.

Zephyr looked at the fist marks he had left on Gern, his thick eyebrows furrowing into a knot.

"Damn it, he was already at his limit, but he still insisted on giving me another hit..."

Chapter 31 Garp and Zephyr's Lament

Soon after, the medics carefully lifted Gern onto a stretcher and carried him away, while the spectators from the navy also gradually left.

For a moment, only Zephyr and Garp remained on the training field.

Only then did the two truly realize the destructive power of the battle, which was almost annihilating.

The once flat Training Ground No. 1 was now completely unrecognizable.

The ground looked as if it had been gnawed by a giant beast, riddled with deep pits and cracks, and in some areas it even appeared strangely distorted.

Subtle vibrations still lingered in the air, as if the air itself had been shattered and was unable to return to stability for a long time.

Most terrifying of all is the ground surrounding the central crater, where the space appears to be cracked like glass.

It seemed to have been torn apart by some invisible force, and you could even faintly hear a soft cracking sound.

In the distance, the walls of several naval academy buildings were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and some had even collapsed.

The perimeter wall of the training field had long since turned to dust, leaving only a few lonely steel bars sticking out crookedly in the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Garp stood on the sidelines, his eyes wide as he looked around. "It's like it's been hit by a meteorite!"

As he spoke, Garp squatted down and touched a crack that was still trembling. He immediately felt a sharp, high-frequency vibration at his fingertips.

"Hiss~ The ground is still shaking." He withdrew his hand, his brows furrowed.

Zefa silently watched all of this, his right hand unconsciously touching his left arm.

Garp noticed something was wrong, his gaze falling on Zephyr's slightly trembling left hand. "Zeffa, you..."

Zephyr forced a smile and said, "I didn't have time to apply Armament Haki to the final blow... I didn't expect the power of 'Heavenquake' to be so astonishing."

Garp's expression hardened. The power of the shockwave that could even cause "Black Arm" Zephyr to suffer was unimaginable.

But then, Garp suddenly grinned and patted Zephyr on the shoulder.

"If Sengoku comes back and finds Training Ground Number One gone again..."

He'd be so angry his beard would stand on end! It's only been less than three months since it was repaired!

Zephyr snorted and glanced at Karp without saying a word: "This time, it was you who suggested that Gern go all out."

"Huh?" Garp's eyes widened, looking completely innocent. "I was just saying it offhand, who knew you'd actually let him go all out!" Garp muttered to himself.

"They could have ended the fight with just one punch..."

Zephyr's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile: "When Sengoku comes back and asks, just say you were in charge."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Garp immediately waved his hand and exaggeratedly took two steps back. "I don't want Sengoku nagging me!"

Last time, he kept nagging me for a whole week about the training ground maintenance fee!

I even went to a shipyard to practice boxing!

Zefa chuckled softly, said nothing more, and silently rubbed his still slightly aching left arm.

Garp scratched his head, then his eyes lit up: "How about this, we'll say the training ground was hit by a meteorite? Sengoku doesn't have any evidence anyway!"

“Such words…” Zeff glanced at Garp, “Do you think the Sengoku would believe that?”