Chapter 187: The Peak Battle of the Pirate World!
Snap.
Air currents gathered around Dragon as if bowing in submission.
Controlling wind was a natural ability of the Wind Dragon bloodline. Now that he had grown scales, the Revolutionary Army leader could manipulate even ordinary airflow to deadly effect.
These air currents cloaked him like armor, making him resemble a diving wyvern.
"The Soul Reaper's first life—will be claimed by the Revolutionary Army!"
"Dragon!"
Doflamingo let out a furious roar.
He had just managed to shake off Garp, only for Dragon to swoop in at the perfect moment. If he'd known this would happen, he would've just waited for the Marines and Revolutionaries to exhaust each other.
All eyes focused on the sky.
"Is this... even human combat?"
Ordinary pirates trembled, lips quivering, as they stared at the chaos above with numb scalps.
Noble knights stood frozen, looking at their commanding lords, too afraid to advance further.
"Can the Marines really win against pirates and revolutionaries this powerful?"
Branch Marines had their rifles lowered, nearly losing the will to fight.
This level of combat—
even Marine Headquarters rarely saw it.
Both Doflamingo and Dragon, now nearing Level 19 with heavily optimized builds, were showing strength that surpassed even Marine Admirals.
Not long ago, Garp had been their last hope. But he'd been completely stalled by Doflamingo's mechanical trap formations.
Had it not been for the Island of Death's special rules,
an entire real-life island would've been obliterated by now.
"Can the Navy still win?"
This question echoed through every Marine soldier's mind.
"The Arlong Empire is the true ruler of the East Blue!"
Seizing the moment of Marine hesitation,
the Arlong Pirates broke through a Marine formation and charged into the island's depths.
The demoralized Marines were slaughtered like sheep.
This scene repeated across the entire island.
Though the Navy had strength in numbers, they were being targeted by every side.
The sound of artillery, clashing steel, and blood-curdling screams filled the air.
"Despicable humans! Do you really think you can kill me?!"
For the first time, a change of expression appeared on the Soul Reaper's face.
Seeing two overwhelming attacks heading his way, he raised his death scythe—condensed from Yin energy—to block.
Until now,
he had treated these arrogant humans with disdain. Even while shackled, he freely wielded his Yin aura, each move cutting down dozens of players like mowing grass.
But this was the first time he'd assumed a defensive stance.
Because he sensed—
these two could actually wound or even kill him.
Zzzz—
Dragon's wind wyvern smashed into the Yin shield protecting the death scythe.
Shattered fragments of Yin energy burst outward.
Immediately after—
Doflamingo's fully fused mechanical form, [Puppet Legion 120], struck with its lance.
The already-broken barrier shattered completely under their combined might.
The death scythe went spinning through the air.
"Now's the chance!"
The Soul Reaper tried to dodge, flustered and furious.
If he were at full strength, he'd never have been broken so easily—no matter how strong they were.
But at that moment—
Doflamingo didn't follow up on the attack to finish off the Soul Reaper. Instead, he turned and launched a strike at Dragon.
His puppet legion couldn't keep up with Dragon's speed. He couldn't just let Dragon snatch the kill.
"Tch…"
Dragon scowled as the puppet warriors blocked him.
He swept his wyvern wings—air currents as sharp as blades sliced through the giant puppet bodies with ease.
Yet even torn apart, the puppets transformed into smaller units and swarmed the wyvern.
"So foolish… at this rate, none of us will land the kill."
Seeing them brawl even now,
Mihawk sliced through a group of Marines blocking his path, leapt forward like an arrow, and flew toward the undefended Soul Reaper.
"Not happening!"
Doflamingo redirected his trap formation, pulling Dragon's wyvern body in front of Mihawk to block him.
The formation shifted.
At the same time, Garp—finally free from the disorienting maze trap—looked skyward.
Garp had focused heavily on physical stats, so breaking free from mentally-based traps like [Labyrinth Mechanisms] took time.
But Reincarnation Game's balancing was fair.
Every weakness had a matching strength.
BOOM!
Garp bent his knees slightly and leapt skyward like a cannonball bursting from a barrel.
Pure physical power caused the ground to collapse.
Players across multiple streets felt the tremor.
The air was torn apart with a piercing scream.
Though the last to launch,
Garp reached the battlefield in mere seconds.
"No good!"
Even Mihawk, the greatest swordsman, flinched slightly from the pressure.
With peak-level Armament Haki, fused with Street Fighter-like martial mastery—
Garp was undeniably the strongest unarmed close-combat fighter in the entire pirate world.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Garp laughed joyfully. A fight like this… not since chasing Roger and Golden Lion had he felt such thrill.
He raised his fist, now jet-black with Armament Haki.
Air spiraled violently. The pull of that vortex drew everything toward it.
"Brat—witness your old man's new Iron Fist!"
Fist Shadow Barrage!
Originally a skill from the Arad continent's Street Fighters,
this technique gathered strength through continuous kicks, before unleashing a final, explosive punch.
At its core,
it channeled full-body muscle and skeletal strength to break through one's physical limits.
Garp, with his battle experience and perfect body control, adapted it to suit his own style.
Hundreds of fist shadows erupted.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Like a giant playing whack-a-mole, Garp smashed the puppet legion into bits.
Not scattering—shattering. Physically destroyed.
"Damn you, Garp! Stop already!"
Doflamingo's veins bulged in fury. His heart bled.
Puppeteers, like all mechanical summoners, had insane resource costs. Each puppet needed rare materials to build.
Just repairing what Garp destroyed would cost him thousands of reward points.
He scrambled to recall the remaining puppets and retreated.
"Vice Admiral Garp!"
"You're amazing, Garp-senpai!"
Marines, who had been crushed in morale, now erupted in cheers like they'd been injected with adrenaline.
Watching remotely, Sengoku finally exhaled.
The strength of the Revolutionaries and pirates had shaken him to his core just moments ago.
But—
Money well spent.
Pay-to-win delivers results.
Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon.
Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Franklin1