Luffy, how can you become the Pirate King if you don't work hard!

Garp picked his nose and said nonchalantly, "Monkey D. Dragon, that guy is a revolutionary."

"Monkey D. Dragon?"

Nami and Vivi gasped in shock almost simultaneously.

Smoker took a deep drag on his cigar, exhaling a large cloud of smoke with a complex expression.

Others may not know, but as someone who had served at Marine Headquarters and had some dealings with Dragon, he knew some of the inside information.

That man had indeed served in the navy, and in some ways, he was even his senior.

However, after a major incident, he turned his back on the Navy, and by the time his reputation resounded throughout the world again, he had become known as the world's most vicious criminal by the World Government!

No wonder dragons appeared in Loguetown back then.

Smoker only understood when he thought about the family's relationship.

After a brief silence, the surrounding naval soldiers and shipwrights erupted in an even greater uproar and shock than when they had just heard about the Four Emperors!

"Is that Dragon, the leader of the revolutionary army?!"

"The world's most dangerous criminal?!"

"He's Lieutenant General Garp's son?! This is the first time I've ever heard of the surname Dragon."

"Straw Hat Luffy is the son of the Revolutionary Army leader?!"

Everyone around was numb.

The grandson of a naval hero is a notorious pirate with a bounty of 600 million.

My son is the world's most vicious criminal.

What's going on with this family?!

This family has almost gathered together the three major factions of the world: pirates, the navy, and the revolutionary army.

Garp himself seemed completely unaware of the effects of the bomb he had dropped, or rather, he didn't care at all.

He stood up and casually brushed the dust off his pants.

"Okay, let's stop chatting here."

Garp cracked his thick neck, his carefree smile fading slightly as he looked at Luffy. "Just like Smoker said, next time we meet, I won't hold back either."

Luffy looked at Garp, a rare look of difficulty on his face: "Do I really want to fight you? I don't want to lay a hand on you."

Although he always called his grandfather a "stinky old man," he was actually somewhat reluctant to actually fight his grandfather to the death.

When Garp saw his expression, the anger he had just suppressed flared up again. He glared at him and said, "You've already chosen to be a pirate, so you should be prepared for that, you brat!"

Luffy pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "I don't want to bully an old man who's about to retire."

These words completely ignited Garp's anger. Veins bulged on his forehead as he roared, "You brat, you're so arrogant! It seems you won't know your place until I show you that I'm still got it!"

I've made up my mind. I'm going to test your mettle again now. Who knows if that lazy guy Aokiji went easy on me last time!

As soon as he finished speaking, Garp's muscular figure, which was not like that of an old man, suddenly disappeared from the spot. The speed was so fast that it even left a faint afterimage in the place.

Luffy's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the nerves in his body tensed up instantly.

So fast!

Even faster than when I beat him up earlier!

boom!

Before he could react, a massive fist covered in jet-black Armament Haki slammed into Luffy's chest without any fancy moves!

The immense impact erupted instantly, and Luffy didn't even have time to mount a more effective defense. He was struck as if by a battering ram, his feet leaving the ground as he was sent flying backward at high speed.

However, the moment his body flew out, Garp's figure disappeared again like a ghost, and the next moment he appeared above Luffy, his other fist carrying terrifying pressure, smashing down like a meteor.

At the critical moment, Luffy suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, forcibly causing his flying body to sink in mid-air, with his back almost sliding along the ground.

At the same time, he slammed his hands back onto the ground, and using the reaction force, his right leg, like a spear ready to be fired, was wrapped in red and black Haki, and he kicked upwards with a powerful kick towards Garp's abdomen, which was slightly exposed due to the downward slam.

Garp's fist slammed into the ground, instantly creating a dent several meters in diameter, sending debris flying. Almost simultaneously, Luffy's toe landed precisely on Garp's abs, producing a dull thud.

"Well!"

Karp grunted, his downward momentum momentarily halting.

Luffy's fist, propelled by the recoil from the kick, swung upwards like a cannonball, colliding violently with Garp's other fist, which had just managed to block it.

boom!

The sound of fists colliding was not a simple collision of flesh, but a muffled, thunderous roar.

Even more terrifying, the red and black arcs of electricity, like uncontrolled serpents, radiated wildly outwards from the center of the two men's fists.

The air was torn apart!

A clash of Conqueror's Haki!

This is not a simple clash of Armament Haki, but a direct confrontation of will and aura between powerful individuals with the potential to become kings.

The invisible shockwave that spread out, mixed with a terrifying and domineering pressure, made the naval soldiers and shipwrights who were slightly closer feel dizzy and their chests tight. It was as if even breathing became difficult, and many of them even had their legs go weak and almost collapsed to the ground.

Not far away, Smoker watched the intertwined red and black lightning, feeling the heart-pounding oppressive feeling, and a bead of cold sweat couldn't help but slide down his forehead.

This family has really gone too far.

Is the talent of a king hereditary?

Conqueror's Haki is already one in a million, and today, to make matters worse, I've seen two of them, and they're even a grandfather and grandson exchanging blows.

This scene is even more shocking than encountering a rare Logia-type Devil Fruit user.

boom!

Boom!

Luffy and Garp's figures clashed rapidly in the air and on the ground, each collision generating violent impacts and shockwaves, further devastating the already chaotic open space around them.

Luffy said, "Grandpa, I won't fight you," but when he started fighting, he showed no mercy whatsoever.

Entering the second-gear, domineering inner form, he pushed his speed, power, and domineering aura to the extreme.

Garp showed no mercy, his iron fists, imbued with terrifying power, each swing carrying the force to shatter mountains and split rocks.

This is hardly a grandfather-grandson sparring match; it's clearly a small-scale natural disaster!

The onlookers could only retreat, fearing they would be caught in the terrifying aftershocks of the battle.

Just as Luffy and Garp were locked in a fierce battle, a seemingly paternalistic clash, on the other side of the world, in a certain sea area of ​​the New World, two other peak-level powerhouses, both possessing the qualities of a king, were also having a meeting that could influence the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing the overall situation, the overall structure, and the overall dynamics).

Chapter 234 Whitebeard and Red-Haired Shanks, A Clash of Kings

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

Marshal Sengoku's office Den Den Mushi suddenly rang urgently.

When Zhan Guo answered the phone and listened to the report from the other end, his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"What?! Is it confirmed?!"

"Yes, Marshal, all the fleets we sent to monitor the New World have lost contact! The last message we received was..."

"What is it?!"

A frantic voice came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi: "The last captured images and signals show that the Red-Haired Pirates' flagship, the Red Voss, made direct contact with the Whitebeard Pirates' Moby Dick!"

Sengoku nearly dropped the Den Den Mushi receiver from his hand. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Immediately notify all high-ranking officers! Emergency meeting!!"

......

New world.

The Whitebeard Pirates, the Moby Dick.

The enormous whale-head figurehead overlooks the vast ocean, and a leisurely yet heroic atmosphere permeates the deck.

Edward Newgate, a white-bearded man with a towering, giant-like physique, sat in a specially made, enormous chair, his body wrapped in bandages, holding a flask larger than an ordinary person's, and drinking heartily.

A pirate ran over to report: "Dad! Shanks' ship has arrived, and he says he wants to see you."

“Gula la la,”

The white-bearded man slammed the wine jug onto the deck with a dull thud, his deep voice carrying a hint of nonchalance: "Let him come over. That kid must have brought some fine wine, right?"

First Division Captain and Ship's Doctor, Marco the Phoenix, yawned and waved to some of the young pirates around him:

"Hey, you newbies, step back and go stay in the cabin."

"Why?"

Some of the younger pirates were puzzled, but they still obediently began to move.

However, at this very moment...

despair!

despair!

despair!

The clear sound of footsteps, as if treading on everyone's heart, came from the gangway connecting the two ships.

Before anyone could be seen, an invisible yet heavy and terrifying aura, like a tangible shockwave, crashed down on the Moby Dick.

"Ugh!"

"What's going on?!"

"My head hurts so much!"

"I can't breathe."

Those young pirates who hadn't even had time to run into the cabin felt as if their brains had been struck by a heavy hammer. Their vision went black, and they instantly lost consciousness, collapsing in droves like wheat being harvested.