Chapter 169: Garp: If I'd had a fist this hard earlier, I could've beaten Roger to death!

A pair of brand-new gauntlets was worn on his fists.

This was a Lv. 5 Purple gauntlet, the 【Blood-Splitting Gauntlet】, dropped after Garp hunted a red-robed ghost.

Not only could it amplify the attack power of his own fists, but its greatest effect was the probability of putting the enemy he struck into a dizzy state.

"A Purple weapon? Is Vice Admiral Garp's luck really this good?"

When Smoker saw the purple gauntlets, his face was full of envy.

When judging the strength of equipment and weapons, quality and level are two very critical points; a Level 5 Purple weapon is enough to rival the high-grade Blade forged by famous generals in the Pirate World, and it also comes with special ability effects.

If an ordinary Navy soldier gets one, their strength can instantly improve by a grade.

Not to mention when it is placed on a close-combat master like Garp.

"Old man, it's not just you who has equipment."

Dragon was not afraid in the slightest, also showing off his own set of Blue armor.

This was the 【Primary Wind Spirit Set】 he purchased at a high price in the Game House, which could significantly enhance the power of Feng Yuansu Moha; although it was not Purple gear, the entire set of Blue armor would never be weaker than a single weapon.

"My god, is the Revolutionary Army so extravagant that they buy full sets of equipment?"

Some Navy soldiers couldn't help but exclaim.

The shelves inside the Game House were not static; every time, five Fate items would appear for players to choose from.

Furthermore, they would be updated every seven days.

All Fate items followed the guidance of fate, randomly appearing with items that were relatively suitable for the players.

After several updates, the Game Mall was destined to be phased out; that kind of blatant selling method didn't yield much profit, and it would also lengthen the cycle of players hunting Pollution Sources, lowering short-term motivation.

With this mode where items randomly disappear in a short time, players would only burst into maximum motivation to hunt Pollution Monsters once they set their eyes on a certain item, to avoid missing out on the props.

Time too short, didn't save up enough Reward Points? No problem, the game merchant very thoughtfully prepared a 【Fate Lock】 for the players, which could lock one item each time to avoid it being lost due to the seven-day randomization.

Of course, the Fate Lock is a paid product; every time it is used, one must pay a sum of Reward Points as the price for locking the item.

"A Level 5 Blue armor set requires five thousand Reward Points."

A Navy soldier who had completed a Contract Task and opened the Game House shelves had a set of physical-defense-type Blue armor among his Fate items at the time, priced as high as five thousand Reward Points.

Although he coveted it, he didn't have enough funds, and the source within his body was not enough to sign a Contract.

He could only watch longingly, unable to afford it.

However, he was very grateful for the game merchant's measure, which allowed him to spend five hundred Reward Points to lock that set of armor, and after hunting Pollution Monsters to save up enough Reward Points, he would take that armor down.

Boom.

The fist and the dragon claw collided, stirring up gusts of air.

The Navy soldiers and slaves who were slightly closer could feel their cheeks stinging; they were actually scratched by the airflow from the two colliding.

"Everyone is a game shell, why are they so strong?"

"As long as you have enough Reward Points, you can unseal your reality abilities; if you are a weakling in reality, you buy equipment in the Game House. Is that very strange?"

"Is it really such a big deal to have Reward Points?"

"That's right, having rewards means being strong."

Amidst these discussions, the two had already clashed with full force several times.

As expected of a combat style inherited from the same lineage, it was all a collision of pure force, and the nearby streets were beaten into pieces.

"Rising Dragon Fist!"

Two arc-shaped air currents coiled around Garp's fists; he suddenly lowered his body to dive forward, then swung his fist upward.

The rotating upward airflow stirred up gusts of wind.

The broken bricks and walls all over the ground, and even the Navy soldiers themselves, couldn't help but grip their firearms tightly, legs tensed, to avoid being swept up by the air fluctuations brought by this punch.

"No energy fluctuations, is it actually pure technique and physical ability?"

Dragon's expression changed slightly; wisps of wind elements coiled around his legs, and he hurriedly retreated. He didn't feel the slightest bit of energy aura.

His own old man was actually relying entirely on pure technique and physical strength to stir up such a large-scale air fluctuation.

This punch must absolutely not be taken head-on.

It would very likely result in being killed by a single punch.

"Wind Dragon Twin Wings."

Watching Garp, who had no defensive posture and was approaching like a heavy tank moving at full speed, Dragon hurriedly released wind Magic.

A green Magic Circle appeared.

A pair of dragon wing phantoms covered in cyan-green scales appeared, flapping gently, and Dragon disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye, teleporting from the center of the street to the end of the street.

Boom!

At the last moment, Garp reversed his body, and the Rising Dragon Fist that was originally swinging toward the sky smashed heavily into the ground, yet it still failed to hold Dragon.

The entire street was shaking.

The Navy soldiers couldn't even stand steadily, one after another forced to their knees by the trembling earth, using the barrels of their guns to support themselves on the ground to barely maintain balance.

"The ground has even been beaten into a collapse."

The crowd looked sideways, seeing Garp clearly sunken into a deep pit in the ground, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The strength of this Death Island is several times that of the outside world.

Bullets that can pierce walls outside can only leave faint scratches when shot at the courtyard walls of this Ghost City.

The destructive power caused by Vice Admiral Garp on Death Island would probably be able to shatter half a town if it were outside! "Truly terrifying, Old Man, are you trying to kill me?"

A trace of cold sweat seeped from Dragon's temple; fortunately, he dodged in time. If he had taken this move head-on, he would have already entered the resurrection state by now.

Although he could consume Reward Points to lift the weakened state, he was afraid that the Old Man and the numerous Navy soldiers would not give him the chance, and he would be controlled by the opponent while in the resurrection state.

By then, the Navy, having lost his containment, would definitely swarm up and capture all the Revolutionary Army. What a troublesome old man, to have this kind of strength at his age.

"Accept the Iron Fist of love from your Old Man, otherwise, having been away for so long, you've almost forgotten the happy times we once spent together!"

The state of Strong Punch had not yet faded.

A special physical training technique from the Striker, it continuously mobilized pure physical energy, as if an endless stream of power was surging forth.

This made Garp feel a long-lost youthful vitality.

Although the top powerhouses of this sea area were never bound by age and could still maintain relatively complete combat strength in their old age, who wouldn't want to return to their peak state?

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

Therefore, even the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard, would be tormented by Shangbing Zhemou.

Yet, the physical abilities cultivated by a Fighter from the Arad Continent could actually nourish flesh and bones riddled with hidden injuries from battle.

If he had possessed the abilities of a Striker back then, Roger would never have become the Pirate King; he would have already been beaten into Impel Down by him.

"Most game classes from Arad can cultivate high-level energy that reaches planetary or even universal levels; it is simply not something that the Armament Haki of the Pirate World can compare to."

Fang Yi lifted his eyelids and glanced casually at the chaotic battlefield, where clashes were happening everywhere.

Naturally, he also saw the battlefield of Garp and Dragon.

Whether it was slaves, the Navy, or the Revolutionary Army, he had no intention of intervening to help; it did not matter who the winner of this game event was, as it would not affect the speed at which his Reward Points were coming in.

"Sorry, I don't really miss those times."

Recalling that unbearable childhood experience, Dragon also grew angry.

A pair of massive wind-element dragon claws slammed fiercely toward Garp in the deep pit.

(End of this chapter)