Chapter 483: Chapter 483: Sage Art Daytime Tiger, Sweeping the Entire Field

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Chapter 483: Sage Art Daytime Tiger, Sweeping the Entire Field

Roger sighed, pulling his straw hat down lower over his eyes.

Garp watched the two of them whispering to each other, brushed away the booger he had flicked, and let his smile grow even wider.

"Yo. If it isn’t Rayleigh. What, did you see your captain about to get a beating and run out to play bodyguard?"

Garp cracked his neck, his bones popping like firecrackers. His mood was currently soaring through the roof. Paying one hundred million Beri to come back and crush noobs was incredible. Not only did he get to beat up Roger, but he got to beat up Rayleigh as a bonus. This deal was a massive steal—buy one, get one free.

Garp pointed at the two of them and beckoned with his finger. "Perfect. I’ve got plenty of time today. Come at me together. It’ll save me the trouble of hunting you down later."

The arrogance in his words was boundless. Roger and Rayleigh exchanged a look, a fire igniting in both of their eyes. They were the captain and vice-captain of the Roger Pirates, men destined to conquer the seas. Since when had they ever been looked down upon by a Marine? Even if that Marine was Garp.

Rayleigh pushed up his glasses, the lenses catching a sharp glint of light. "Garp. That’s far too arrogant. Do you really think defeating Newgate means you can take on both of us at the same time?"

Roger burst into laughter, his aura skyrocketing. Dark red lightning began to frantically arc across his sword, Ace. Top-tier Conqueror’s Haki was unleashed without reservation, grinding the surrounding rubble into fine dust. Rayleigh unleashed a similarly terrifying presence. As the two streams of supreme Conqueror’s Haki intertwined, they forcibly tore a rift through the cloud layer above. This was the true foundation of the future Pirate King’s crew.

Garp looked at the two men going full throttle and scoffed dismissively. "Conqueror’s? What is that good for besides clearing out small fry? In the face of absolute power, it’s just an empty light show."

Garp took a deep breath. A vast sea of Sage chakra surged and roared through his body as a green aura of energy flames erupted from his skin.

Eight Inner Gates. Open.

Garp’s skin turned a strange shade of red, a sign of his blood coursing at extreme speeds. He didn’t draw a blade. He didn’t use any weapons. He simply clenched his fists—fists larger than cooking pots—and shattered the ground beneath his feet.

Garp transformed into a streak of green lightning, directly breaking the sound barrier. The air was ruthlessly torn apart, producing a deafening sonic boom.

Roger and Rayleigh’s pupils contracted simultaneously. Too fast. That was simply not a speed humans should possess. Even though their Observation Haki caught Garp’s movement, their bodies couldn’t react in time.

Garp was already in front of them. He swung his right fist, carrying an apocalyptic momentum, straight toward Roger’s face. Gritting his teeth, Roger gripped his sword with both hands, pouring every ounce of his Haki and strength into the blade.

"Divine Departure!"

A massive, dark red slash surged into the sky. It was Roger’s signature move—a top-tier sword technique capable of one-shotting a monster like Kozuki Oden.

Yet, Garp didn’t even try to dodge. His fist, wrapped in green flames, met Roger’s slash head-on.

BOOM! A deafening explosion rocked the center of God Valley. The moment Roger’s prideful Divine Departure collided with Garp’s fist, it was like striking an insurmountable wall of sighs. The slash was pulverized barehanded. Fragments of dark red Haki exploded in midair like fireworks.

An irresistible force transmitted down the blade. The webbing of Roger’s hands tore open, spraying blood, as he was uncontrollably forced back over a dozen steps. Every step he took crushed a deep crater into the bedrock.

Watching from the side, Rayleigh’s heart pounded wildly. Without hesitation, he launched an attack from the flank. His longsword transformed into a streak of silver light, thrusting straight at Garp’s ribs. The angle of the strike was incredibly tricky, and it was heavily coated with advanced Armament Haki—Ryuo. Rayleigh was confident this strike could pierce through even steel and iron.

Garp didn’t even spare Rayleigh a glance. He simply raised his left hand, curled a finger, and lightly flicked the tip of Rayleigh’s sword.

Clang! A crisp metallic chime rang out. Rayleigh felt as if his sword had just stabbed into a mountain of iron. The immense recoil instantly numbed his entire right arm, nearly knocking the sword from his grasp. The shockwave sent him stumbling backward.

Garp stood exactly where he was, his breathing completely steady. He dusted off his hands and looked down at Roger and Rayleigh from his high horse. "Is that it? Is this all you two have? I haven’t even finished warming up yet."

Roger panted heavily, staring at his slightly trembling sword, his eyes filled with disbelief. What in the world is this old dog’s body made of? He blocked Divine Departure barehanded without a single scratch!

Rayleigh shook his numb right arm, his face exceptionally grim. "Roger. Something’s wrong with him. His strength and speed completely defy common sense. And it feels like there’s some kind of energy inside him that we’ve never seen before."

Roger spat out a glob of bloody saliva. Of course he knew something was wrong with Garp! He didn’t need Rayleigh to tell him that.

"Save your breath, Rayleigh. If we can’t knock this old dog down today, neither of us is leaving here alive."

The two men fell back into their combat stances. In the distant background, Sengoku’s Buddha form was wreaking absolute havoc. The dark golden wooden Buddha with its thousands of arms was ruthlessly bombarding the ground. The agonized screams of Golden Lion, Kaido, and Big Mom echoed continuously, and the entirety of God Valley trembled beneath Sengoku’s fists. The scene was simply too gruesome to watch.

Hearing the commotion, Garp dug his ear in annoyance. "Sengoku, that old geezer, sure is making a racket. I need to hurry up, too. If I can’t even handle you two brats quickly, he’ll definitely laugh at me when we get back."

Looking at the heavily guarded Roger and Rayleigh, a cruel smile spread across Garp’s face. The green flames around him suddenly began to compress. Following that, a suffocating aura of blue steam erupted from his pores.

The Seventh Gate of the Eight Inner Gates: Gate of Wonder, Open. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The air over God Valley began to distort under the sheer mass of this energy. The bedrock beneath Garp’s feet crumbled into fine dust without warning. Roger’s Observation Haki screamed in alarm, his mind flashing with a single word: Run. But his pride as the future Pirate King nailed him firmly in place.

"Rayleigh, use every drop of your Haki! This old dog is going all out!"

Roger gripped Ace tightly, his dark red Conqueror’s Haki so thick it looked ready to drip blood. Rayleigh held nothing back either, entirely cloaking his sword in Armament Haki Ryuo. The two pushed their strength to the absolute peak of their lives.

Garp merely took a casual half-step back. He tucked his right fist against his waist. The blue steam compressed around his fist into a highly lethal, high-pressure sphere.

"Roger, remember this name. I paid a heavy price to learn this ultimate move. Fist Bone: Sage Art: Daytime Tiger!"

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