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Chapter 169 Garp: If I had a fist this hard, I could have killed Roger!

He put on a pair of brand-new boxing gloves.

This is a level 5 purple gauntlet, the [Blood Rift Gauntlet], dropped by Garp after hunting a red-clad wraith.

Not only can it increase one's own punching power, but its greatest effect is that it has a chance to stun the enemy it attacks.

"A purple weapon? Vice Admiral Garp's luck is incredible?"

Smoker looked on with envy when he saw the purple boxing gloves.

When judging the strength of equipment and weapons, quality and level are two crucial factors. A level 5 purple weapon is enough to defeat high-level blades forged by famous generals in the One Piece world, and it also comes with special ability effects.

If an ordinary navy officer takes this, their strength can instantly increase by a level.

Not to mention, it would be even more difficult for a close-combat expert like Garp.

"Dad, it's not just you who has the equipment."

The dragon was not afraid at all and also revealed its own set of blue armor.

This is the [Basic Wind Elf Set] that he bought at a high price in the game shop. It can greatly enhance the power of wind element magic. Although it is not a purple set, the whole set of blue armor is definitely not weaker than a single weapon.

"My God, the revolutionary army is so extravagant as to buy complete sets of equipment?"

Some naval personnel couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The shelves in the game room are not static; each time, five items of destiny will appear for players to choose from.

Furthermore, it will be updated every seven days.

All items in the Fate Items section follow the guidance of fate, and will randomly generate items that are more suitable for the player.

After several updates, the game store is destined to be phased out. That blatant sales method doesn't generate much revenue and will prolong the period for players to hunt pollution sources, reducing short-term motivation.

This random disappearance pattern within a short period of time motivates players to hunt corrupted monsters and avoid missing out on items once they've set their sights on a particular item.

Too little time, didn't accumulate enough reward points?

No worries, the game merchant has thoughtfully prepared a [Fate Lock] for players, which can lock one item each time to prevent it from being lost randomly over seven days.

Of course, the Destiny Lock is a paid product, and each use requires paying a reward point as the price for locking the item.

"Level 5 blue armor set, requires 5,000 reward points."

One of the Navy members who completed the contract mission and opened the Game House shelf had a set of blue physical defense armor among his Destiny items, priced at a whopping 5,000 reward points.

Although he was envious, he didn't have enough funds, nor did he possess the necessary resources to sign the bonds.

They could only watch longingly, unable to afford it.

However, he was very grateful for the game merchant's measures, which allowed him to spend 500 reward points to lock up the armor set. Once he had enough reward points from hunting corrupted monsters, he would take the armor set.

boom.

The fist and the dragon claw collided, creating waves of air.

Those navy personnel and slaves who were slightly closer could feel a stinging pain in their cheeks, as they had been cut by the air currents from the collision between the two.

"We're all just game characters, so why are they so strong?"

"As long as you have enough reward points, you can unlock your real-world abilities. If you're weak in real life, you can buy equipment from the game store. Is that strange?"

"Does having reward points make you so great?"

"That's right, those who offer rewards are the ones who are strong."

Amidst these discussions, the two have already clashed several times with all their might.

As expected of their consistent fighting style, it was all about pure clashes of force, and the nearby streets were shattered.

"Rising Dragon Fist!"

Two arcs of air swirled around Garp's fists as he suddenly lowered his body and lunged forward, then swung his fist upward.

The upward-swirling air currents created gusts of wind.

The ground was littered with shattered bricks and walls. Even the sailors unconsciously gripped their weapons tightly and braced their legs to avoid being swept up by the air shockwave from the punch.

"There's no energy fluctuation; it's purely a matter of technique and physical ability?"

The dragon's expression changed slightly, and wisps of wind element wrapped around his legs as he quickly retreated.

I didn't sense any energy at all.

His own father had managed to create such a large-scale air fluctuation entirely through pure skill and physical strength.

This punch must not be taken head-on.

He could very well be killed with a single punch.

"Wind Dragon Wings"

Seeing Garp approaching with no defensive stance, like a heavy tank charging at full speed, Dragon quickly unleashed wind magic.

A verdant magic circle appeared.

A pair of phantom dragon wings covered in turquoise scales appeared, and with a gentle flap, the dragon vanished from its spot in the blink of an eye, teleporting from the center of the street to the other end.

Boom!

At the last moment, Garp turned around and slammed his Rising Dragon Fist, which he had been swinging towards the sky, into the ground, but he still couldn't stop the dragon.

The whole street was shaking.

The sailors could barely stand; the trembling earthquake forced them to their knees, using the barrels of their guns to support themselves and maintain their balance.

"The ground was so badly damaged that it collapsed."

Everyone turned to look, and when they saw Garp sinking into the deep pit, they couldn't help but swallow hard.

The intensity of this deadly island is several times that of the outside world.

Bullets that can penetrate walls outside only leave faint scratches when they hit the walls of this ghost town.

The destructive power that Vice Admiral Garp caused on Death Island could probably destroy half a town if it were outside!

"That's terrifying, Dad. Are you trying to kill me?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the dragon's forehead.

Fortunately, he dodged in time; if he had taken that hit head-on, he would already be in a resurrection state.

Although the weakened state can be removed by consuming reward points, it is likely that the old man and many marines will not give him a chance, and he will be controlled by the opponent while in the resurrected state.

When the time comes, the navy, having lost its restraint, will definitely swarm in and capture the entire revolutionary army. What a troublesome old man, still so strong at his age.

"Accept my loving fist, or you'll have almost forgotten the happy times we spent together after all this time apart!"

The powerful punch hasn't disappeared yet.

The special physical training techniques derived from Sanda constantly mobilize pure physical energy, as if an inexhaustible source of power is emerging.

This made Garp feel a long-lost youthful energy.

Although the top experts in this sea area are never bound by age and can still maintain relatively complete combat power when they are old, who wouldn't want to return to their peak condition?

Armament Haki does not have the effect of nourishing the body.

Therefore, even the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard, is tormented by injuries.

However, the physical abilities cultivated by fighters from the continent of Arad can actually nourish the flesh and bones that are covered in hidden injuries from battle.

If Roger had possessed the skills of Sanda back then, he would never have become the Pirate King; he would have been beaten into Impel Down by himself.

"Most of the game professions in Arad are capable of cultivating high-level energy at the planetary or even cosmic level, which is something that Armament Haki in the One Piece world cannot compare to."

Fang Yi raised his eyelids and casually glanced at the chaotic battlefield, where conflicts were raging everywhere.

They also witnessed the battle between Garp and the dragon.

He had no intention of helping either the slaves, the navy, or the revolutionaries. It didn't matter who the winner of this game was; it wouldn't affect the speed at which he earned reward points.

"I'm sorry, I don't really miss that time."

Long felt a surge of anger as he recalled that painful childhood experience.

A pair of enormous wind elemental dragon claws slammed down on Karp in the deep pit.

(End of this chapter)