Chapter 345: Would you mind having one more father?

"Although I am very grateful for your favor, Giant Uncle,"

Kyojuro Rengoku was enveloped in flames, and with a circular Flame Slash, he wiped out the red ghosts that were pouncing on him.

He panted and said loudly, "I am not an orphan; my father is still alive."

Not far away, Shinjuro Rengoku, who was fighting the Biochemical Legion alongside members of the Demon Slayer Corps, was quite speechless upon hearing his son's explanation.

He thought to himself, how could anyone explain such a thing so seriously?

And that Whitebeard Giant from another world was also very strange, wanting to snatch someone else's son just like that? However,

having long felt that everything was meaningless due to the death of his beloved wife, Shinjuro Rengoku shook his head and did not care about any of this.

Whether it was hunting demons or becoming the current Pollution Monster,

he could not summon any interest.

To him, these were all extremely boring things.

Whitebeard did not care at all and continued to ask, "Then would you mind having one more father?"

In his eyes, the bonds of family were not the kind of feelings that favored one over another; they only grew stronger and were not exclusive.

Didn't he have many sons himself? Kyojuro Rengoku said very frankly and loudly, "Giant Uncle, I am very grateful for your help to the Demon Slayer Corps, so if my father and Oyakata-sama agree, I am very willing to become your Tsuguko to repay your kindness."

In his eyes,

the son Whitebeard spoke of should be the same as the Tsuguko of the Pillar-level Swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps, a kind of relationship of inheritance.

Just as the current Love Pillar, Mitsuri Kanroji, had once become his own Tsuguko.

"Gurarararara, then after the battle ends, I will go and ask your Oyakata-sama."

A faint ripple of fluctuations suddenly erupted from Whitebeard's body.

This fluctuation

was completely different from the abilities of the Scarlet Troll and the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.

One could see wisps of pitch-black smoke rising from Whitebeard's shoulders, continuously overflowing and then gathering in the sky behind him.

A few seconds later, a giant phantom formed entirely of pitch-black smoke appeared, emitting a rich Dark Attribute aura.

This was the effect of the 【Dark Elf】 set.

Collecting three pieces allowed one to summon the phantom of the 【Dark Elf King】; if it were a complete set, one could directly summon a materialized Elf King with strength comparable to a Tier 2 【Dark Gold Lord】.

Whitebeard was still missing one 【Leggings】, so he could only summon the phantom of an ordinary Lord-level 【Dark Elf King】.

Even so,

it was an existence capable of changing the course of the battle.

This was the trump card Whitebeard dared to use to bet with Garp.

Whitebeard laughed loudly, and the Murakumogiri he gripped tightly tore through space, splitting the entire abandoned laboratory building open.

The scattered boulders made the members of the Demon Slayer Corps panic, and they hurriedly dodged.

"Old man Whitebeard, I knew you didn't have good intentions!"

Tiequan Kapu, followed by Shinobu Kocho, could not help but curse angrily.

The phantom of the Dark Elf King was a Dark Elf Mage draped in noble attire and full of noble air, continuously releasing Dark Elf Magic in all directions.

The speed at which it eliminated the red ghosts was actually faster than Whitebeard's.

After all,

Mages were recognized as the artillery of the Samsara Game, not to mention that this was a once-lost king of the Dark Elf race, the strongest Tier 2 Mage.

"Roar!"

Most of the red ghosts were slaughtered.

After the Crazy Babies and the Giants also dwindled to sporadic numbers, a nondescript mountain peak deep in the valley suddenly began to sway left and right.

Bang.

As if a volcano had erupted, the top of the mountain exploded directly, and the ferocious head of a Magic Winged Dragon poked out, gently opening its mouth to reveal a mouthful of fangs as sharp as knives.

The entire head was the size of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, and each fang was thicker than a century-old wisteria tree. Patterns lit up on the Magic Winged Dragon's head; that was the fluorescent virus blood from being infected. To some extent, the concentration and quantity of virus blood signified the strength of a virus-infected body.

Regardless of the concentration, the Magic Winged Dragon's mountain-like size alone made it an absolute top-tier infected body; no wonder it could become a Lord.

Clatter.

A pair of giant wings resembling those of a bat tore through the mountain and sprang out.

The Magic Winged Dragon circled high in the sky, opened its mouth wide, and aimed at the players below as a dazzling orange-yellow virus beam began to condense.

"Well come!"

Greeting the Magic Winged Dragon was Garp's Iron Fist.

Haki and Battle Qi mixed together, an aura like burning flames enveloping Garp and blowing his cape behind him away. With just one punch, like a falling meteor, he smashed the Magic Winged Dragon, which was exuding a fierce aura, to the ground.

"Bastard Garp, trying to steal the kill?"

Whitebeard's mouth curled up, and two intersecting Tremor Slashes flew over, attacking both the Magic Winged Dragon and Garp.

The bloodline of the Scarlet Troll made him like a powerful Tyrannosaurus, wielding his blade and relying on brute force to wrestle with Garp and the Magic Winged Dragon.

"What a shocking scene!"

Stone Hashira Gyomei Himejima swallowed a mouthful of saliva and put his hands together, as if mourning for the Magic Winged Dragon.

The other members of the Demon Slayer Corps had their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

They had never seen this way of fighting before; even Tsugukuni Yoriichi, who was hailed as the strongest in the world, needed to wield a weapon to fight demons, being a mortal of flesh and blood after all.

The Stone Hashira, who possessed the strongest power of all generations, was extremely shocking when fighting. His Nichirin Weapon was a pair of broad axes and a Meteor Hammer, but placed in this battle before them, they also became inconspicuous.

Pure physical collision—the human body actually surpassed the monster, pressing the biochemical mutant Magic Winged Dragon to the ground and beating it; it was completely the other way around.

Boom. Garp pushed hard against the virus breath that felt like thick mist, like a meteor moving against the current, and punched the Magic Winged Dragon's head.

The Magic Winged Dragon's head was knocked to the side.

The Virus Breath sliced through the air like a sharp sword, sweeping across the Virus Laboratory to the side.

In an instant, the heavy laboratory building, constructed of reinforced concrete and fortified with internal steel plating, was corroded into tattered, mottled ruins.

"Is that old Navy gentleman's fists and skin harder than steel?"

Kagaya Ubuyashiki wiped the cold sweat seeping from his forehead; Garp is a pure Tank Warrior who, while balancing defensive capabilities, possesses extremely formidable attack power.

When he fights, every punch lands with visceral impact, which is incredibly shocking.

"Strength God!"

Someone, unknown, whispered this title.

The pinnacle of the Demon Slayer Continent is Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who was born with the Demon Slayer Mark and the Transparent World, and is the developer of Sun Breathing, but limited by the strength of the world, he only has 【400】 combat power under the judgment of the Samsara Game.

Even so, this is a height that many Demon Slayers find difficult to reach.

Among the current Pillar-level swordsmen, the Stone Hashira is the strongest, and he can only break houses and boulders.

At this moment,

seeing the fist-fighting warrior who appeared like a god descending from heaven, he was no different from a deity in their eyes.

Rumble. As Garp's Iron Fist and Whitebeard's crimson, moon-like blade fell,

the terrifying head of the Magic Winged Dragon rolled down and slammed into the ground,

kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

"Damn you, Garp, it is I who won!"

Whitebeard's gaze was playful; according to the damage contribution for killing the Magic Winged Dragon, the two were evenly matched,

but he had the Mage turret of the Dark Elf King, and even if it was just a phantom, it still killed thousands of red ghosts.

Garp is not a turret class, so could he possibly have killed more red ghosts than him?

(End of this chapter)