Boom!
A violent explosion erupted as Renji slammed Garling into the ground, unleashing a terrifying force that instantly shattered the earth and caused a large amount of blood to gush from Garling's head.
Renji didn't stop. He immediately delivered another fierce kick to Garling's waist.
Crack, crack, crack!
The kick, imbued with Armament Haki and the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, instantly caused countless spiderweb-like cracks to spread through the air, completely enveloping Garling. Then, to his utter horror, it exploded.
Boom!
The sky seemed to rip open, and a deafening explosion roared, like the furious roar of an ancient deity, instantly shaking the entire battlefield.
Dust and rubble swirled wildly in the violent airflow, obscuring the sun and turning the land into chaos.
In this destructive scene, Renji's figure was like lightning in the dark night, swift and unstoppable.
His white clothes flapped in the wind, his eyes gleaming with a cold and resolute light, as if he could see through all falsehoods in the world.
His hands were clenched into fists. It was not just physical strength, but also contained near infinite Haki.
He suddenly exerted force, forcefully slamming Garling, the arrogant leader of the God's Knights, into the solid ground.
Boom!
The earth trembled, as if unable to withstand the invasion of such terrifying power. Cracks, like winding giant pythons, rapidly spread, tearing everything around into pieces.
Garling's figure appeared exceptionally small in the dust, his face filled with disbelief and despair. Blood gushed from his head, staining everything around him.
However, Renji's offensive did not slow down in the slightest. He flashed, already beside Garling, a resolute glint in his eyes. Immediately, he raised his right leg high. Armament Haki wrapped around it, like cast iron, and it also contained the terrifying power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, enough to shake the earth.
Crack! Crack! Crack...
With a series of crisp and loud bone-cracking sounds, Renji's kick not only shattered Garling's waist bones but also ignited the already taut tension in the air.
Countless tiny cracks, centered around Renji, rapidly spread outwards like a spiderweb, eventually enveloping the entire space in a shattered net.
"No! I am a Celestial Dragon! The Supreme Commander of the God's Knights!"
Garling's eyes were filled with horror and unwillingness. He tried to struggle but found himself firmly locked by this power, unable to escape.
At the last moment, he seemed to see the end of his glorious life and felt the absolute power and irresistible force from Renji.
Boom!
Finally, within the largest crack, the earth completely exploded, turning into fragments and dust flying everywhere.
Renji stood quietly in place, watching all of this, without the slightest ripple in his eyes, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
The surrounding wind gradually subsided, and the dust slowly settled, revealing the completely destroyed land.
Rumble... Rumble...
The terrifying blow slammed Garling into the ground. Powerful Haki and tremor force passed through his body, and countless bones inside him were shattered.
In just a few seconds, this Celestial Dragon, the Supreme Commander of the God's Knights, who was once at the pinnacle of the world, lay motionless in the deep pit, his body twisted like a dead dog.
His breath was so faint it was almost imperceptible, clearly on the verge of death.
Garp, the legendary hero of the Marine, stood on the cracked earth. Looking at the gradually dispersing smoke in the distance, a smile of relief and slight self-mockery appeared on his lips.
"Renji's fist, is it now as powerful as mine? Really, I've been surpassed by the younger generation."
His tone was filled with praise for the growth of the younger generation, mixed with a hint of emotion about his own era gradually fading away.
However, Garp's expression showed no disappointment or embarrassment. Instead, it was as radiant as the warm sun in spring.
It was an indescribable pride, like a gardener seeing a flower he personally cultivated blooming proudly in the wind and rain, or like an old craftsman witnessing an iron sword he forged, after enduring the test of time, finally becoming a peerless masterpiece.
In Garp's heart, Renji's growth was not just a surpassing of his personal strength, but also a hope and trust for the future of the Marine.
Beside him, Sengoku, the Fleet Admiral who had also experienced countless trials, listened to Garp's words and couldn't help but shake his head slightly, a disdainful yet helpless smile on his face.
"Still so shameless at your age, what do you mean as powerful as you? Renji's attack is much stronger than your soft fists."
Sengoku's words carried a hint of teasing, but more importantly, an acknowledgment of Renji's strength.
His "soft" was merely a jest at Garp's past fighting style, while the power Renji displayed was the most dazzling star among the new generation of Marine Admirals.
Akainu, the Admiral/ Fleet Admiral known for his ruthlessness, could not hide the shock and admiration in his heart at this moment.
A glint flashed in his deep eyes, and he slowly nodded in agreement. "Even my magma Hellhound, it seems now, would also be defeated if it encountered Renji's iron fist."
Akainu's words were concise and powerful, every word revealing his affirmation of Renji's strength.
In his opinion, Renji not only possessed powerful physical strength but also an unparalleled keen insight and decisive judgment in combat. Such an opponent, even he, had to admit his power.
"I, Akainu, declare Renji the strongest man in the world."