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Chapter 236: The Reckoning of the Dungeon Backstab, Garp Reborn
"Insidious?"
Sengoku looked at the hundred-meter-deep pit, the twitching of his eye nearly matching the frequency of Kizaru's Yasakani no Magatama.
He turned to look at Garp. The old scoundrel was picking his nose with a face full of self-righteousness.
"You're saying Borsalino was insidious?"
Sengoku pointed at the yellow strip-like object twitching occasionally at the bottom of the pit, his tone strange.
Everyone in the Navy knew that Admiral Kizaru was famous for being upright... well, at least appearing so.
"That's right!"
Garp flicked the unknown substance from his finger, accurately shattering a piece of flying rubble.
He strode up to Sengoku, spraying spittle all over the Fleet Admiral's face.
"Do you know what this brat did in that dungeon?"
"I was his senior!!"
The more Garp spoke, the angrier he got. His chest heaved violently, and those terrifying muscles swelled as if inflated.
"And the result?"
"Not long after we went in, this bastard defected!"
Garp pointed at the bottom of the pit, his voice loud enough for even the fortress behind Marineford to hear.
"He actually allied with that old immortal Golden Lion!"
"Two against one, Sengoku! Two against one!"
"That would be fine, but the key is that this brat's attacks were truly black-hearted!"
Garp tore open his tattered suit, revealing a chest as strong as cast steel.
Although there wasn't even a white mark on it now, Garp still pointed under his ribs and accused loudly.
"See this? Right here!"
"In the dungeon, this brat pierced me right through!"
"If my bones weren't tough, I would have been left in that damned dungeon!"
Sengoku wiped the spittle off his face and looked suspiciously at Garp's smooth skin.
Not even a mosquito bite.
But seeing Garp fuming with rage, it didn't look like he was faking it.
"Cough, cough."
Two weak coughs came from the bottom of the pit.
Kizaru tremblingly raised a hand. The fingers were twisted at a weird angle, obviously crushed by Garp just now.
"Injustice... Fleet Admiral..."
Kizaru's voice sounded like he was about to expire, thick with grievance.
"That was the dungeon mechanism... I was forced to choose the Iwagakure faction..."
"If I didn't attack the hostile faction's Vice Admiral Garp... the system would deduct my reward points..."
"For justice... for becoming stronger... I could only attack with tears in my eyes..."
"Bullshit!"
Garp grabbed a half-ton rock and smashed it down.
Boom!
A muffled sound came from the bottom of the pit again, and the hand Kizaru had just raised was smashed back down.
"With that wretched smile on your face, I could see your big teeth from eight hundred meters away!"
"Attacked with tears? You attacked with laughter!"
"And what was that move you used? Dust Release? Was that an ordinary laser?"
Garp huffed two streams of white steam from his nostrils and turned to Sengoku.
"Sengoku, you judge. Should a guy who disrespects his elders and betrays trust be beaten?"
"I am helping him correct his erroneous outlook on life! I am helping the Navy clean house!"
Watching this scene, the rage Sengoku felt over the destroyed military port miraculously calmed down quite a bit.
In fact...
He kind of wanted to laugh.
Usually, Borsalino relied on the Glint-Glint Fruit's speed and destructive power to be a famous slippery eel.
Clocking in at work, leaving on time, slacking off against strong enemies, and bullying weak ones.
Ask him to catch a pirate, and he could dawdle for half a month, finally telling you, "So scary~ I let him get away."
Sengoku, as Fleet Admiral, found it stifling.
He couldn't control him, and he couldn't hit him.
But now?
Sengoku felt refreshed in his heart.
It was like drinking a glass of ice-cold sour plum juice in the height of summer, cooling him from head to toe.
Well done!
This is called wicked people being ground by wicked people!
Although he was blooming with joy inside, Sengoku was the Fleet Admiral after all; he had to keep up appearances.
He kept a straight face, coughed, and pushed up his round glasses.
"Garp, that's about enough."
"No matter what, Borsalino is an Admiral, representing the face of the Navy."
"You beating him like this... if it's in the papers tomorrow, where will we put our face?"
While saying this, Sengoku showed no intention of stopping him, even subtly taking a half-step back to give Garp space to operate.
"Face?"
Garp sneered, rolling his neck with a crackle.
"When this guy teamed up with a pirate in the dungeon, why didn't he think about the Navy's face?"
"Besides, I'm helping him with special training!"
"This brat relies too much on his fruit ability. His physical fitness is a mess."
"I didn't even use full strength in that punch just now, and he went down. Is that acceptable?"
As Garp spoke, he looked ready to jump into the pit again.
"Don't, don't, don't! Vice Admiral Garp! I was wrong!"
Kizaru couldn't pretend anymore.
A flash of golden light, and he instantly appeared on a ruined wall a hundred meters away.
The current Kizaru was truly miserable.
His signature yellow striped suit had become beggar's rags, one lens of his sunglasses was shattered, and the eye revealed was surrounded by bruising, swollen like a panda's.
The worst was his mouth.
His mouth, already a bit crooked, was now swollen high, leaking air when he spoke.
"So scary... this kind of special training... will kill people..."
Kizaru patted his chest with lingering fear, his eyes looking at Garp filled with genuine terror.
He was truly afraid.
In the dungeon, everyone used the Chakra system. Although Garp was fierce, it was at least within a comprehensible range.
But back in the real world, this old guy was like he had turned on a cheat code.
That pure physical strength was simply unreasonable.
"Is this... the reward from that dungeon?"
Sengoku looked at Kizaru. Although wretched, the aura radiating from him was more condensed than before. Sengoku narrowed his eyes.
And...
Sengoku sharply caught a trace of strange fluctuation remaining in the air.
That wasn't a simple Glint-Glint Fruit ability.
"It seems your trip was quite fruitful."
Sengoku turned his head, staring burningly at Garp.
Compared to Kizaru's changes, the changes in Garp made his heart skip a beat.
Standing there, the old guy was like an erupting active volcano.
That overflowing vitality, that aura that felt like it could poke a hole in the sky.
"Hehehe."
Garp grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, smiling like a three-hundred-pound child.
He clenched his fist, feeling the power endlessly surging from within his body.
Sage Body.
This was the reward he obtained in the dungeon.
It wasn't a simple increase in strength, but a leap in life level.
Before, after a fight, even if he won, he would ache all over the next day and need a good sleep to recover.
After all, time forgave no one.
But now?
He felt like he had endless energy!
Energetic enough to want to chisel through the Red Line!
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