I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 209, Question 208: Will people submit to virtue?

On the thick ice surface, hundreds of meters in diameter, Mercer stretched and glanced at the three large ships not far away.

The top was packed with people.

Moses: "Aren't you going to greet me with a Conqueror's Haki attack like Sky Slash?"

Garp twisted his waist to warm up: "What did the sky do to you? All you do all day is make things fancy."

"Wouldn't that be cool, and a bit ceremonial?"

"That's true. No! You better behave yourself and don't do anything fancy."

Karp's lips twitched as he looked at Messer, who was now fifty meters away from him:

Why stay so far away?

"Who knows if you'll launch a sneak attack? Even in a friendly spar, I need to keep a safe distance from you."

Karp's eye twitched, and he stopped warming up.

Silently, he pulled out a large, textured blackboard tile with sharp edges from his lower back. The tile, inscribed with the words "Winning people over with virtue," measures 75 cm long, 45 cm wide, and 25 cm high.

Although it looked big, it fit perfectly in his palm-leaf fan-like hand.

After all, it was designed specifically for him by Mercer.

He gripped his right hand and slammed it repeatedly into his outstretched left palm, producing a series of piercing "slap slap" sounds.

Mercer said helplessly, "Didn't we agree on a brutal, hand-to-hand fight? Why are we using weapons now?"

Garp scoffed and said, "Who said it's all about hand-to-hand combat? A real man goes in with a brick. That's what's cool."

"Grandpa, your Iron Fist title is crying. You're the Iron Fist King, not the Brick King!" Mercer said with a grin.

"You're quite the smooth talker. It seems your flattery has gotten even better in the past few years."

Enough said, the pre-battle trash talk is over.

In the blink of an eye, Garp's figure covered fifty meters and suddenly appeared in front of Mercer, his eyes glowing red, his mouth smirking, and his right hand swinging a brick at an angle.

The gray mist surged on his right arm.

clang!
A piercing metallic clang rang out, and a strong gust of wind dispersed the gray mist.

Mercer gripped the Frostbite Sword in his right hand, the blade now blocking his swing.

In an instant, the ice beneath our feet caved in with jagged, terrifying patterns.

At this moment, the dark sword blade was covered with delicate patterns resembling dragon scales.

"Not bad. It actually managed to block one of my ordinary attacks."

Feeling a slight numbness in his arm, Mercer unleashed his power and retreated backward, just like him.

"A normal attack?"

Moses nodded, and the next second, he silently appeared in front of him, brandishing his sword, smooth arcs of light appearing in the air.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

Garp wielded his "Winning Hearts with Virtue" technique, his figure flashing as he smoothly deflected each of Mercer's attacks.

A terrifying gust of wind spread outwards between the two, and the surrounding ice surface was riddled with dense, fragmented marks by shockwaves.

Beep beep! Fine blue-white arcs of electricity exploded on the brick in his hand, then spread across his body, causing arcs to dance all over his body, and Garp's speed increased once again.

Clang!
The black brick he swung slammed Mercer's body backward. Garp laughed loudly, his figure rapidly flashing around Mercer, and thick currents of electricity, emitting terrifying buzzing sounds, began to rapidly envelop Mercer.

The gray-black mist on its body spread out and devoured everything, instantly wiping out all the nearby electric currents.

"Oh? Another new trick. It's quite interesting. It's actually giving me a bit of a sense of crisis. Is it imbued with domineering aura?"

The current in his body converged on the power of virtue, and the dazzling current made the brick shine like a small sun.

"Fist Bone - Thunder Impact".

Using his throwing skills, he smashed a brick at Mercer at close range, making it look like a ball of plasma being thrown out.

Sizzle!

A piercing sound of air exploding suddenly rang out, and in the blink of an eye, a ball of lightning appeared in front of Mercer.

Thick, viscous, grayish-black swallowing mist surged in front of him like a vortex. Mercer retreated rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a brick carrying powerful kinetic energy pierced through the grayish-black mist and smashed into the sword that Mercer was blocking in front of him.

clang!
The brick, carrying a terrifying impact, slammed Mercer backward. Amidst the surging gray mist, the brick, now devoured of its electrical charge, was swallowed into the devouring space.

At that moment, Garp, his body crackling with electricity, appeared in front of Mercer.

Laughing loudly, he clenched his fists and said, "Mese, warm-up complete. Meteor Fist, hahahaha."

A series of terrifying fist imprints covered the sky and enveloped Mercer's entire body.

Taking a deep breath, his entire body tensed instantly, and Mercer gripped the Frost Dew, unleashing a dense curtain of arcing light.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding.
The two began sparring at high speed in place. Garp laughed loudly, his punches coming faster and faster, and electric shocks blasted towards Messer.

Mercer unleashed a series of solidified water blades with his longsword, which clashed with the water.

The ice around them crumbled at an alarming rate.

The high-speed, consecutive collisions were like two meteorites colliding.

He could keep up with Garp's movements, unleashing silent yet swift sword strikes, each carrying an unstoppable sharpness.

But every sword strike was smashed away by his powerful, brick-like fist.

Mercer's figure kept retreating.

Karp continued his pursuit with steady steps.

Boom boom boom boom boom.
The two figures appeared one after another on the ice, accompanied by a series of terrifying metallic clangs.

"Is that all you've got? Is this all the power you've got?"

Ignoring his trash talk, Moses calmly and attentively dealt with his punches.

With spiritual vision, I can see through his attack trajectory; with Observation Haki, I can predict where his attack will land.

Each sword strike was an instantaneous burst of power, from zero to one hundred, with all the strength and domineering aura of the body flowing into the sword, precisely slashing at his fist.

The gray-black mist enveloped his entire body, swallowing the electric arcs that appeared on him.

Although he was physically outmatched, Mercer was as steady as a rock in terms of technique, mobilizing all his strength to clash fiercely with him.

A state of mental and physical tranquility.

Garp's sudden bursts of energy and his ability to anticipate and counterattack are all within Mercer's perception. Mercer's superhuman reflexes and physical control allow him to accurately predict and defend against attacks.

He could ravage him in every way, knocking Moses away and sending him flying, but Moses was like an absolutely defensive circle.

Use all your abilities to deflect his force.

Garp's lips curled into an excited smile. He hadn't felt this exhilarating sensation of punching a mountain in a long time. Warships and sandbags were utterly pathetic compared to this. He laughed wildly:

"Good lad. Hang in there, you must hang in there."

Boom!

He suddenly threw a punch, easily knocking Moses back.

Thick, dark red arcs of electricity and surging blue-white currents burst forth from his body. With a grin on his lips, all the arcs converged and coiled around his right fist, hurtling straight toward Moses.

It was as if he was holding a black, red, and blue cross of light in his hand.

Seeing this, Messer dared not be careless. He inhaled, and as his chest and abdomen swelled, the cherry-red Armament Haki with its unique characteristics and the black-red electric arcs intertwined and converged on the cold dew. At the same time, dark red high-temperature flames gathered on the sword.

The terrifying black and red flames caused the Cold Dew Sword to expand to several meters in diameter.

With a light tap of his feet, his figure silently merged with Garp's charging figure.

"Fist Bone - Galaxy Impact".

"Slash. Thunderfire Slash".

The next instant, a black and red beam of light and a black and red sword aura exploded with a loud bang!

A hemispherical black and red energy ball appeared instantly, then spread out, causing the entire ice surface to crumble and a terrifying, unparalleled shockwave to spread outwards.

Gray mist condensed on his body, and Mercer, in excruciating pain, was being swept rapidly towards the seabed.

The gray mist continuously devoured the electric arcs on its body that did not belong to it.

At that moment, a terrifying figure emerged from the sea in the distance, moving with the light of the moon. Mercer's breathing changed, harmonizing with the ocean, and his footsteps created a ripple.

Holding his sword, he charged forward at top speed.

……

Reaching out to block the terrifying shockwave rushing towards her, Hancock's expression turned grave as she used her Observation Haki to sense the situation inside the warship.

"So strong, Vice Admiral Garp. He's been putting my Mercer on the back foot the whole time."

Bogart's lips twitched slightly, sensing that he had discovered some secret. It was truly a case of the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer. His eyes were still filled with amazement.

Over the years, I have learned breathing techniques and my strength has been steadily improving. Although there has been no major breakthrough, I can say that I have already stepped one foot into the threshold of top-level combat power in the ocean.

If he were to reveal his strength, the Warring States period would definitely grant him the title of a general candidate, and he could also be called the Green Snake.

A cyan sword, hidden like a snake.

"Vice Admiral Garp is very strong. Besides, isn't it normal for a grandfather to use different methods to beat his grandson?"

The two chatted idly, while the peacock, standing to the side, stared in disbelief, its face flushed, muttering to itself:

"Is this even human? We're not even the same species anymore."

At this point, his gaze turned displeased again, and he looked at Hancock, saying:

"What's your relationship with Mercer? He's not yours. Don't talk nonsense. You—" Hancock was too lazy to pay attention to the noise, but the woman still dared to chatter on. She glanced at her sideways, and the peacock was captivated by the charm in that glance.

The next second, a pink halo spread from Hancock's eyes, and Bogart quickly ran away. The poor little peacock watched as the little girl's eyes glowed with red hearts as she was turned into a stone statue.

Grandma was thrown into the air by the impact, grabbed Sonia's arm, and looked at the black and red impact not far in front of her.

Her eyes trembled violently; this scene reminded her of the terrifying battle that took place about thirty years ago.

"A clash of Conqueror's Haki? Indeed, only a man like this could win the heart of our Nine Serpents Emperor."

No wonder.

Gorud murmured:
"Grandma, how does my elder sister compare to them?"

Gloria rolled her eyes at her speechlessly, saying nothing. Just kidding.

Yamato's eyes were filled with fighting spirit as he held Erii, who was sitting on the fence, in his arms, with Xiong Bao standing beside him.

"Mercedes is getting stronger and stronger, but doesn't he eat?"

Xiong Bao blinked speechlessly, then looked at Yamato and said with a smile, "Go and call them both back for dinner?"

Yamato pouted, "You go if you want, I can't swim right now."

Erii smiled and said, "Brother is so happy, let's not disturb him."

Garp, who had slammed Messer toward the deep sea with a punch, raised an eyebrow as he looked at the blood seeping from the surface of his fist. Was this strange, bone-deep power something conceptual?
Immediately, Conqueror's Haki surged forth, and absolute willpower washed away that force, and soon the wound on the surface of the fist healed.

Before long, a series of muffled sounds echoed in the sea, and one could feel the ocean currents that constantly pulled them along with each approach to Messer.

“It’s all fancy.”

He let out a low growl, and Armament Haki surged forth, shattering the Haki belonging to Moses mixed in with the ocean current.

Stepping on the seawater, his figure quickly caught up with Mercer and punched the sword, sending Mercer flying towards the sea.

He brought his right fist to his waist, condensing his power, and a vortex formed at the tip of his fist before throwing a punch.

A column of ocean current, imbued with an aura of dominance, erupted and surged forth.
Mercer adjusted his direction by stepping on the ocean currents, and with the momentum of the currents, he burst out of the sea and flew into the sky on the pillar-shaped currents.

Spiritualization. Floating.

Boom!

Garp burst out of the sea, shattering the air, and chased after Mercer. Looking at Mercer's current physical condition, a smirk appeared on his lips.
"You think your mere spirit form can stop my fist?"

The weapon also possessed a spiritual essence, and the Frost Dew Sword, which had also become spiritualized, pulsed with ring-shaped black and red arcs of electricity.

Seeing Garp rushing towards him, Messer swung his sword, head down and feet up, unleashing a black and red slash.

Garp's gaze remained unchanged as he unleashed a devastating slash with his right hand, crackling with black and red electric arcs, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared before Messer and threw a punch.

Seeing this punch, Moses sheathed his sword to block.

clang!
Garp slammed his fist into the sword, watching Mercer fly into the sky. Suddenly, he grinned and said, "Grandpa will teach you how to punch."

Stepping on the moon, it caught up in the blink of an eye and unleashed a barrage of blows.

Moses swung his sword and slashed them one by one.

However, at one point, Garp was willing to take a sword blow with his own body, even if it meant getting cut and bleeding, just to grab onto Mather's Dewdrop.

As soon as his left hand grabbed her, Garp swung his right fist, crackling with electricity, toward Mercer's head.

Unfortunately, Moses didn't want to take that punch headfirst.

It had no choice but to let go of the cold dew and fly into the sky.

Looking at the Frost Dew Sword in his hand, which had slashed through his palm, Garp's eyes flashed with surprise. Was it already a "Supreme Grade Sword"?

Originally intending to toss it into the sea, it ended up being tossed onto Bogart on the deck of a distant warship.

With an overwhelming aura, he dispelled the conceptual power in his hand. He then used Moonwalk to chase after Moses.

He laughed and said, "Let's have a real manly brawl with Grandpa!"

Sensing danger, Bogart quickly drew his sword and slashed out. With a clang, Hanlu was sent flying.

But the next moment, Bogart's eyes lit up, just like a pervert seeing a beautiful high school girl on the subway, and he used his razor to chase after her and grab the hilt of his sword.

He stared at it with fascination, and was about to reach out and touch the sword when he quickly dropped it, the blade disappearing completely into the ship's deck.

His eyes twitched as he looked at his palms, which had become slightly drier, and he muttered a curse:

"It's such a vicious demon sword. And so sharp."

His eyes were full of gloom.

Bang bang bang bang bang!
He raised his fists, covered in dark dragon scale patterns, and clashed punches with Garp high in the air, enduring the pain and pursing his lips.

Mercer was sent flying by punches, but he charged forward again and again using Moonwalk. Wind swirled around his body, making him as light as a feather.

With rapid punches and kicks, the two moved through the air as if walking on flat ground, transforming into streaks of black and red afterimages that constantly collided and separated.

The muffled thuds continued to explode like thunder.

Garp looked pleased with himself. Whether it was sea, land, or air, this kid had a skill in everything, and he could even survive against the three admirals.

Now that I'm done, it's time to have some fun.

The force and speed of the punch increased dramatically.

Mercer was suddenly sent flying by a fierce punch. His left arm trembled and he felt a piercing pain. For the past two hours of the battle, he had been unleashing his full power, including his domineering aura and other abilities.

At this time,

Feeling waves of fatigue coursing through his body, Mercer looked at Garp, who was charging towards him as if nothing had happened, and decided not to let this beating go to waste.

Her figure moved backward with light and swift steps, using the Moonwalk technique.
The gray mist in his right hand dissipated, and suddenly a revolver-wielding Death God appeared, its Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki swirling around it. He pulled the trigger, and bang!

A bullet surrounded by a black and red aura suddenly appeared before his eyes. Garp was startled and swung his fist to smash it away.

A loud bang! An explosion rang out.

Having escaped the blast radius, and seeing that Moses had already run three hundred meters away, the corner of his mouth twitched violently, and he laughed angrily:
"Trying to run? No way."

Bang bang bang bang!
Mercer quickly pulled the trigger, and black and red bullets shot towards Garp, curving in the air.

Seeing this, Garp clenched his fist and unleashed a blur of motion, instantly deflecting all the bullets that were attacking at almost the same time.

At the same time, six strange, invisible marks were also discovered on the fist. Although the effect was unknown, the marks were easily removed by the release of domineering aura.

They chased after him again.

Mercer closed the magazine, which was already loaded with bullets.

With his spiritual vision perceiving the trajectory and his Observational Color predicting, a deep crimson light appeared in his pupils.

Overwhelming power enveloped the projectile, the ice bullet imbued with a freezing effect, bang—

A wisp of cold mist appeared in the air and arrived in front of Garp as he charged forward in the blink of an eye, throwing a punch! It hit!
With a clang, a chilling blast of air erupted from the bullet, and in the blink of an eye, Garp's body, starting from his fist, was frozen solid.

In the blink of an eye, five bullets were fired almost simultaneously, bang bang bang bang bang—

They transformed into different trajectories, aiming at Garp and firing rapidly.

A powerful aura erupted, shattering the ice layer, wreathed in cherry-red flames, and a punch was thrown out.

"Fist Bone Impact".

Thump! The terrifying, domineering impact sent the flying object flying away.

Garp created ripples in the air as he stepped, causing the air to explode as he rushed straight towards Messer.

With rapid reloading, he unleashed a barrage of bullets—including shrapnel, electric shock, incendiary, and ice bullets—a mix of ordinary and special projectiles, using them to hinder Garp's pursuit in mid-air.

Mercer, like a slippery eel, kept flying the Kapu kite.

A look of frustration crossed his face.

He glared fiercely at Moses and cursed:
"Who told you to make such a disgusting thing?"

Mercer, standing two hundred meters away, was loading bullets while stepping on thin air, and said helplessly:

"Can we call it a day? This bullet is really expensive. You don't want me to have to fight pirates for bounty later, do you?"
"What if things go wrong again?"

Garp's lips twitched. Looking at his tattered clothes, he waved his hand speechlessly.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore. It's like a mudfish, it's not fun at all."

Moses was equally speechless:
"You're not having fun, yet you're secretly gathering your strength. Are you hungry? Bear Baby has prepared a meal and is waiting to eat."

"Let's have some food together."

As he spoke, Mercer materialized into his spirit form and flew rapidly toward his ship. Garp, seeing this, smacked his lips and followed him.

Landed on the deck,
Seeing Erii and the other two there, Garp chuckled and said:

"Have you three missed your grandfather?"

Erii blinked and smiled sweetly:
"I've been thinking about it, Grandpa. You're not going to come over and beat my brother again, are you? Ours is brand new, it's not going to be beaten easily."

Garp's lips twitched.

Yamato said with a grin, "Grandpa, it's been a long time."

Garp's lips twitched.

Xiong Bao blinked: "Grandpa, dinner's ready. Want some?"

Garp smacked his lips.

"eat."

(End of this chapter)