Pirates: Seeing My Proficiency, I Became a Legend

The battle erupted without warning. Before Robin could even process the situation, Dongze and Garp had already clashed, their figures vanishing in a blur of motion.

Garp was a legend, a warrior whose mastery of Haki and raw physical prowess placed him at the pinnacle of combatants in the world. He wasn't called the "Hero of the Marines" for nothing—after all, he had once driven Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King himself, into a corner with nothing but his fists.

Robin barely had time to react before a thunderous battle cry split the air.

"Fist Bone: Mountain-Breaking Strike!"

A roar followed—a deafening shockwave that sent tremors through the island. The very atmosphere groaned under the force of Garp's blow. Robin's breath caught in her throat as she witnessed the impossible.

The sky itself seemed to split.

A colossal fist imprint had punched through the clouds, scattering them across the heavens like ripples on a pond. A deafening boom followed as the island quaked beneath them, the earth cracking as if it had been struck by a meteor.

Garp wasn't holding back.

Wanting to neutralize Dongze's speed, which had frustrated him earlier, Garp activated his ultimate Armament Haki—his entire body surging with an aura of unbreakable will, his muscles hardened beyond steel. It was an enhancement that allowed him to distort the very space around him—similar to what Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit could do, though not as cataclysmic.

With no civilians nearby to restrain him, the legendary Marine went all out. He was still years away from the decline of age—this was Garp in his prime, a true monster of the battlefield.

Dongze, attempting to escape using Moonwalk (Geppo), suddenly found his body stiffening, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

A crushing pressure descended on the entire island.

"Hey, hey! Is it you who's cheating, or is it me? Old man, this is going too far!"

Garp's voice boomed through the destruction.

"Boy! Let's see where you run now!"

In a blur, Garp appeared beside him—a flash step that even "Shave" (Soru) users would struggle to track. His fist, encased in an impenetrable black sheen, radiated a brilliant, multi-colored aura.

Advanced Armament Haki—Flowing Ryuo.

Dongze's eyes twitched.

"Damn it! Weren't you the one complaining that young people don't train their martial arts? I think it's the old folks who are out of control!"

Realizing that dodging was no longer an option, Dongze drew his blade, Wangchen, covering it instantly with his own Armament Haki.

Then, he activated his trump card.

"Han Guang Zuo Wang!" (Cold Light Sitting Oblivion)

This technique, originating from Yan Lu, the second master of Confucian swordsmanship, granted him a unique passive ability—the ability to absorb and disperse impact.

A mantra echoed in his mind:

"A gentleman does not contend. He shines without form. He sits and forgets with no heart."

The moment Dongze activated the skill, his presence seemed to fade, his form blurring into the surroundings. He became untouchable, his body absorbing and dispersing the force of all incoming attacks like a wisp of smoke in the wind.

Garp's Haki-infused fist slammed into him—only to meet nothing but air.

It was as if he had punched a cloud.

"What?! Impossible!"

For the first time in the fight, Garp's expression flickered with surprise.

Dongze didn't waste a second. He used "Shave" (Soru) to break away, putting distance between himself and the monstrous old man.

Garp narrowed his eyes, realization dawning.

"I see… your technique disperses the force of my attacks, making them useless…"

"Smart old man. Took you long enough to figure it out!" Dongze smirked, though inwardly, he was still rattled.

If not for Han Guang Zuo Wang's passive ability, that first punch would have buried him six feet under.

This wasn't just regular Armament Haki.

This was Garp's ultimate Ryuo—a level of power that could dent even "Adam Wood," the legendary material used to build the Oro Jackson.

For comparison, Koshiro, Dongze's former instructor, had also mastered Flowing Haki. But there was a difference.

Koshiro had painstakingly trained to reach the Flowing Haki stage.

Garp?

His baseline was already at that level.

It was the difference between a student acing an exam and a teacher who wrote the textbook.

"Damn, this guy is terrifying."

Dongze barely had time to breathe before Garp lunged again.

The fight continued at breakneck speed—both warriors vanishing and reappearing across the battlefield, their clashes sending shockwaves tearing through the island.

Dongze, initially on the back foot, began adapting. His slashes grew sharper, his Haki-infused attacks striking harder, and his combat instincts sharpening against Garp's relentless onslaught.

After hours of combat, Garp was forced to acknowledge something alarming.

Dongze was evolving mid-battle.

His Haki was growing stronger, his swordplay becoming more refined, and most concerning of all—he hadn't activated "Han Guang Zuo Wang" in three hours.

Which meant he no longer needed it.

Garp landed, eyeing Dongze with new respect.

"Boy… you're something else."

Dongze smirked, but he was exhausted. His body was screaming, his muscles on the verge of collapse.

"You're not bad yourself, old man."

But Garp's expression remained serious.

"You were holding back, weren't you?"

Dongze's fingers twitched around Wangchen.

In truth, he had.

Because if he had gone all out…

"Hundred-Step Flying Sword!"

Dongze suddenly launched his most devastating move.

His pitch-black blade surged forward, coated in Advanced Armament Haki, cutting through the air like a comet.

A black and white aura exploded across the island, a spectral dragon coiling around the blade, its form growing sharper as the attack locked onto Garp.

Garp's eyes narrowed.

He recognized this technique immediately.

A sword that pursued its target with absolute precision.

If he didn't move—he'd take the full brunt of it.

"Cheh… tricky brat."

But Garp had a trick of his own.

With a smirk, his aura surged, and a devastating force exploded beneath his feet—an invisible shockwave repelling the sword's pressure.

Dongze's eyes widened.

"What?! He canceled out the pressure of my attack?!"

Garp stood tall, cracking his knuckles.

"Brat, did you think you were the only one with a special technique?"

Dongze's expression turned serious.

Garp had just used Conqueror's Haki in combat.

And that meant—this fight was far from over.

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