A brand new pair of gauntlets was worn on his fists.
This was a Lv.5 purple gauntlet, the [Cracked Blood Gauntlets], dropped by Garp after hunting a red-clothed Specter.
Not only could it amplify his own fist attack power, but its greatest effect was the chance to stun attacked enemies.
"A purple weapon? Vice Admiral Garp's luck is actually this good?"
Smoker's face was filled with envy when he saw the purple gauntlets.
To judge the strength of equipment and weapons, quality and level are two crucial points. A level 5 purple weapon is enough to rival high-grade blades forged by famous generals in the Pirate World, and it also comes with special ability effects.
If an ordinary Marine picked it up, their strength could instantly increase by a tier.
Not to mention placing it on a close-combat master like Garp.
"Old Man, you're not the only one with equipment."
Dragon showed no fear, likewise revealing his own set of blue armor.
This was the [Beginner Wind Spirit Set] he purchased at a high price in the Game House, which could greatly enhance the power of wind element magic. Although it wasn't a purple item, a complete set of blue armor would definitely not be weaker than a single weapon.
"My heavens, is the Revolutionary Army so extravagant as to buy full sets of equipment?"
A Marine couldn't help but exclaim.
The shelves in the Game House were not static; five destiny items would appear each time for players to choose from.
Furthermore, they would refresh every seven days.
All destiny items followed the guidance of destiny, randomly presenting items that were more suitable for players.
After several refreshes, the Game Store was destined to be phased out. That blatant selling method didn't yield much profit and would prolong the period of players hunting Pollution Sources, reducing short-term motivation.
This mode, where items randomly disappear within a short time, would make players unleash their maximum motivation to hunt Pollution Monsters once they saw a desired item, to avoid missing out on the item.
Too little time, not enough reward points saved up?
No problem, the Game Merchant thoughtfully prepared a [Destiny Lock] for players, which could lock one item each time, preventing it from being lost in the seven-day random refresh.
Of course, the Destiny Lock was a paid product, requiring a payment of reward points each time it was used, as the cost for locking the item.
"A level five blue armor set requires five thousand reward points."
A Marine who had completed a Contract Mission and unlocked the Game House shelves had a set of physical defense blue armor among his destiny items at the time, priced at five thousand reward points.
Although he coveted it, he didn't have enough funds, and his internal essence was insufficient to sign a bond.
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 armor set. After he hunted Pollution Monsters and accumulated enough reward points, he would acquire that defense set.
Boom.
Fists and Dragon Claws collided, stirring up waves of air.
Marines and slaves who were slightly closer could feel their cheeks stinging, actually being scratched by the air currents from the two men's collision.
"Everyone has game bodies, so why are they so strong?"
"As long as you have enough reward points, you can unlock your real-world abilities. Is it strange for weaklings in reality to buy equipment from the Game House?"
"Does having reward points make you special?"
"That's right, those with reward points are strong."
Amidst these discussions, the two had already clashed several times with full force.
As expected of a fighting style passed down through the same lineage, it was all about the collision of pure power. The nearby streets were shattered.
"Rising Dragon Fist!"
Two arcs of air wrapped around Garp's fists. He suddenly lowered his body, charged forward, and then swung his fist upwards.
The upward-spinning air currents stirred up gusts of wind.
The shattered bricks and walls strewn across the ground, and even the Marines themselves, unconsciously tightened their grip on their firearms, their legs tensed, to avoid being swept up by the air fluctuations brought by this punch.
"No energy fluctuations? Is it purely a technique and physical ability?"
Dragon's expression changed slightly. Strands of wind elements wrapped around his legs, and he quickly retreated.
He didn't feel any energy aura.
His old man, surprisingly, was able to stir up such large-scale air fluctuations purely through skill and physical strength.
He absolutely couldn't take this punch head-on.
He might very likely be killed with one punch.
"Wind Dragon Wings."
Seeing Garp, who was completely undefended and approaching like a heavy tank moving with full power, Dragon quickly cast wind magic.
A verdant magic circle appeared.
A pair of draconic wing phantoms, covered in blue-green scales, appeared. With a gentle flap, Dragon vanished from his spot in the blink of an eye, teleporting from the center of the street to the end of the street.
Rumble!
At the last moment, Garp spun around. The Rising Dragon Fist, originally swung towards the sky, slammed heavily onto the ground, still failing to keep Dragon.
The entire street shook.
The Marines couldn't even stand steadily, all kneeling on the ground from the trembling earth, using the barrels of their guns to support themselves and barely maintain balance.
"The ground has been smashed down."
Everyone looked sideways, clearly seeing Garp in the deep pit in the ground, and couldn't help but swallow.
The durability of this Death Island was several times that of the outside world.
Bullets that could pierce walls outside would only leave faint scratches when shot at the courtyard walls of this Ghost Town.
The destructive power Vice Admiral Garp caused on Death Island, if placed outside, could probably shatter half a town!
"That's terrifying, Old Man, do you want to kill me?"
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Dragon's forehead.
Fortunately, he dodged in time. If he had taken that move head-on, he would already be in a revived state now.
Although he could consume reward points to remove the weakened state, his old man and the many Marines would probably not give him a chance; he would be controlled by the opponent while in the revived state.
At that time, the Marines, no longer restrained by him, would definitely swarm forward and capture all the Revolutionary Army members. He truly was a troublesome old man, still having such power at his age.
"Accept my old man's loving iron fist, otherwise, after being away for so long, you'll almost forget the happy times we once spent together!"
The strong fist state had not yet disappeared.
The special physical training techniques from Sanda continuously mobilized pure physical energy, as if an inexhaustible supply of power was emerging.
This made Garp feel a long-lost youthful vitality.
Although the top powerhouses in this sea area were never bound by age, still able to maintain relatively complete combat power in their old age, who wouldn't want to return to their peak state?
Armed Haki had no effect of nourishing the body.
Therefore, even the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard, would be tormented by injuries and illness.
However, the physical abilities cultivated by the Fighters from the Arad Continent could actually nourish the flesh and bones filled with hidden injuries from battle.
If he had the abilities of Sanda back then, Roger wouldn't have become the Pirate King; he would have already been beaten into the Great Undersea Prison by him.
"Most game classes in Arad can cultivate high-level energy up to planetary and even cosmic levels, which is simply incomparable to the Armed Haki of the Pirate World."
Fang Yi raised his eyelids, casually glancing at the chaotic battlefield, where conflicts were everywhere.
He naturally also saw Garp and Dragon's battlefield.
Whether it was the slaves, Marines, or the Revolutionary Army, he had no intention of helping anyone. The winner of this game event didn't matter; it wouldn't affect the speed of his reward points income.
"Sorry, I don't particularly miss that time."
Dragon recalled that unbearable childhood experience, and anger flared in his heart.
A pair of giant wind element Dragon Claws suddenly slapped towards Garp in the deep pit.
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