One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 249: The Golden War God

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Chapter 249: The Golden War God

BOOM—!!!

A deafening roar threatened to flip Marineford upside down. Terrifying waves of air swept frantically in all directions from the point of impact. The Marine buildings, already tottering, were pushed over like toy blocks by the shockwave. Even the distant harbor saw the sea surface suppressed by dozens of meters, whipping up monstrous waves!

As the smoke cleared, the spatial rift that had threatened to swallow everything was truly gone—smoothed flat by an invisible giant hand!

In mid-air, the Golden Lion Shiki slid backward several hundred meters, looking slightly ragged. His feet carved two long white trails in the air until he smashed through a massive floating rock, finally stabilizing his figure.

"Hss..."

Shiki sucked in a cold breath. Subconsciously, he shook his numbed right hand. The famous blade Oto was vibrating slightly. Even the web of his thumb had split open, blood dripping slowly down the hilt.

"This old lunatic..."

Shiki stared dead at the figure standing on the ice, the corner of his eye twitching madly. A storm was raging in his heart. That strike, Ame-no-Ohabari, was a spatial cutting ability from his Mangekyo Sharingan! Theoretically, no material substance should be able to withstand it!

But Garp, that old bastard, had shattered the spatial rift with nothing but his bare flesh fists? Was he even human?! It defied all logic!

"Jihahahaha!"

Although panic was rising in his chest, as a legendary pirate, Shiki absolutely could not lose face. He forcibly suppressed the churning blood in his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and threw his head back in wild laughter.

The laugh remained arrogant, insufferably so. As if the person who had just been sent flying wasn’t him.

"Not bad, Garp! That power... it finally let me enjoy myself a little!" Shiki hovered high above, looking down his nose at Garp with disdain. "That punch just now barely made me feel a tickle! But... if that’s your full strength, you’re a hundred years too early to beat me!"

Hearing this, Garp on the ground didn’t react much. But Sakazuki, lying nearby, couldn’t help his mouth twitching twice. Barely felt a tickle? Who was the one blown back hundreds of meters and almost dropped his sword?

Conversely, the pirates on the floating islands believed Shiki wholeheartedly.

"Ohhh~~"

"As expected of the Admiral!"

"Kill him!"

Shiki forced a calm facade and laughed loudly. "That’s right! I am the Golden Lion!"

Hearing this, Garp burst into laughter. Picking his nose, he laughed with zero dignity.

"Shiki, you still love blowing your own horn. If that punch was any heavier, your old bones would have fallen apart, wouldn’t they?"

Garp shook his fist casually. A palpitation-inducing black lightning danced between his fingers again.

"Since you say it didn’t hurt... let this old man loosen your bones some more!"

Before the words faded, Garp vanished again. This time, he was faster! Almost teleporting, he appeared directly above Shiki’s head! No flashiness. Just that ordinary-looking iron fist, carrying the sound of howling wind, smashing down!

"Damn it!"

Shiki’s pupils contracted. The oppression slamming into his face made his hair stand on end.

Can’t dodge! This old thing is too fast!

If he couldn’t dodge, he would meet it head-on!

"Don’t get arrogant, Garp!"

Shiki roared. The Mangekyo Sharingan in his left eye spun wildly as a strange ocular power exploded.

"Ame-no-Tokotachi!"

Hum!

A gravity field terrifying to the extreme instantly enveloped the airspace for a thousand meters. Under this crushing pressure, the air itself became viscous, as if turning into solid cement. Shiki attempted to use this to slow Garp’s movements.

However, in the next second, a scene that terrified him played out. Facing pressure enough to crush steel, Garp merely grinned.

Then, a layer of white light suddenly surfaced on his fist. That light looked familiar. It looked like...

Crack!

Garp punched the air in front of him.

A crisp cracking sound rang out. The invisible gravity field was shattered like a mirror! Immediately after, a visible white shockwave roared out along with the fist wind!

"That is..."

Sengoku stared, stunned. He knew that stance! He knew that sound of atmospheric shattering! Wasn’t that the signature ability of that old monster Edward Newgate?!

"The Tremor-Tremor Fruit?!" Sengoku exclaimed. "Impossible! Whitebeard is alive and well in the New World! How could the Tremor-Tremor Fruit appear on Garp?!"

Moreover, wasn’t Garp a non devil fruit user? When did he eat a Devil Fruit? Or could it be... this was also a reward from that Dungeon?!

BOOM!!!

While Sengoku doubted reality, the collision in the sky occurred. The tremor wave from Garp’s punch ignored the gravity barrier and slammed viciously into Shiki.

"Pfft!"

This time, Shiki didn’t even have the chance to pose. He felt an irresistible, terrifying monstrous force penetrate his internal organs. He fell from the sky like a kite with cut strings!

Bang!

With a loud crash, Shiki smashed into the plaza of Marineford. The hard ground collapsed instantly, forming a deep, human-shaped pit.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

From the deep pit came violent coughing. Shiki crawled out miserably. His pristine kimono was now tattered, his wild golden hair matted with dust. A dazzling trail of blood hung from his mouth.

"Tremor-Tremor Fruit..."

Shiki looked up, staring fixedly at the unbeatable figure in the sky. The shock in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"What other hidden moves do you have, you old bastard...?"

He truly hadn’t expected Garp to use the fruit’s ability even more proficiently than Newgate! The terrifying physical strength of the Sage Body, plus the destructive power of the Tremor Fruit... did he want anyone else to live?!

"Guess? The Tremor Fruit is just so-so anyway."

Garp landed on the ice, glanced at his fist, and scratched his head innocently. He winked at Shiki, flashing his white teeth.

"How about it, Shiki? Did the flavor of that punch have more kick than Whitebeard’s?"

Hearing this Versailles-level statement, Shiki felt his chest tighten, nearly spitting up old blood. This was the strongest Paramecia fruit! Did he think he was eating rice crackers?! "Just so-so"? What more did he want?!

"Bastard..."

Shiki stood up, grinding his teeth. Although he was beaten badly, the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even hotter. There was even a trace of madness.

"Good! Very good! Since you are this strong, I don’t need to hold back anymore!"

Shiki suddenly threw his arms wide. His aura, which had withered from injury, skyrocketed again!

Boom! Boom! Boom! 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The massive floating islands that had started to fall trembled and began to float again. Even the seawater around Marineford was pulled into the sky by this power.

"Garp! Do you think you can win with just the Tremor Fruit? Don’t look down on a legend!"

Hum!

In Shiki’s eyes, the Mangekyo Sharingan patterns spun wildly, slowly merging. A black chakra filled with evil and destruction surged from his body, instantly transforming into a massive golden skeletal frame that encased him!

"Susanoo: Full Opening!"

Shiki roared. The giant golden skeleton rapidly grew flesh and armor. In the blink of an eye, a Golden War God standing hundreds of meters tall towered over the plaza of Marineford!

This Susanoo held two gigantic longswords formed of chakra. Around the blades, a terrifying fluctuation capable of cutting space coiled!

"Come on, Garp!"

Shiki stood in the forehead of the Susanoo, a maniacal smile on his face.

"Let me see whose fist is harder—or if my Divine Power is stronger! This strike... I will cut you and this island in half!!!"

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