Chương 1556: On top of the war (168)

For some reason, when he saw Caesar at this moment, he felt a sense of déjà vu.

This feeling was just like when he faced Charlotte twelve years ago. It was also such a powerful blow that also injured him instantly.

Caesar walked forward slowly, his footsteps sounding particularly clear in the silent air.

Every step seemed to be stepping on Garp's heart, making his breathing become a little heavy.

"Garp, you're getting old, and your punches aren't as strong as they used to be!"

Caesar's voice was cold and mocking.

He knew that this was not because he was so powerful, but because Garp's strength had indeed declined.

Caesar could feel this clearly.

After all, he has been fighting with Garp for a long time, and he is quite familiar with Garp's true strength.

After listening to Caesar's words, Karp did not refute. He looked at Caesar silently, with a bitter smile on his face.

"Ahem, I am indeed old..."

Karp murmured to himself, his voice revealing a sense of helplessness and vicissitudes.

I know that time is unforgiving and my body is no longer as strong as it was when I was young, and my strength has inevitably declined.

"The future belongs to you young people..."

Pu Qiang propped himself up and spoke slowly.

His eyes passed Caesar and looked into the distance, as if he saw those young sailors growing up and shouldering the responsibility of protecting the world.

"When you get old, you have to accept your age and go home to take care of your children!"

Caesar said this with disdain on his face, as if he was full of contempt for Garp.

Before he finished speaking, he swung the long sword in his hand violently and rushed towards Garp like lightning.

Seeing this, Karp was shocked and quickly rolled sideways, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

However, Caesar's swordsmanship was too sharp. That powerful sword was like a thunderbolt, and with huge residual force, it still hit Garp hard.

Garp only felt an overwhelming force coming at him, and his body was blown away like a kite with a broken string.

He struggled desperately in the air and finally managed to steady his body, but before he could catch his breath, the snow-white blade came towards him like a ghost.

"Iron!"

Garp roared, his voice deafening.

He raised his right arm without hesitation, and the armed color domineering all over his body instantly covered his arms like surging waves.

There was a "puff" sound, and the blade collided fiercely with Garp's right arm.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and the huge force caused Garp's right arm to sink suddenly downward, as if it was about to be broken by this force.

Although Garp had tried his best, Caesar's attack was too fierce and the blade still ruthlessly cut Garp's chest.

Bright red blood gushed out from his chest like a fountain, quickly staining Garp's clothes red.

"Garp!"

Seeing Garp getting injured again and again, Sengoku became extremely anxious.

He knew very well Garp's current condition. With injuries like this, he definitely wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Moreover, Akainu was seriously injured and unconscious, and the navy had lost a large amount of combat power.

If Garp is defeated here, even if the navy finally eliminates Whitebeard, it will still be meaningless. Instead, the navy's strength will suffer a heavy blow.

However, at this moment, the Navy Headquarters has fallen into extreme chaos.

Faced with such a powerful enemy like Caesar, they simply could not spare enough fighting power to resist.

On Whitebeard's side, the situation has gradually become clear.

Suddenly, there was a "puff" sound, and a sharp blade cut through the air, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

When everyone looked closely, they saw Whitebeard's body rolling to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

There was a horrific wound on his chest, and blood was oozing out of it.

In front of Whitebeard, Aokiji had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and looked coldly at Whitebeard who was lying on the ground.

He held an ice blade tightly in his hand, which was stained with blood.

That was Whitebeard's blood, bright red and dazzling, as if telling the cruelty of the fierce battle.

The duel between Aokiji and Whitebeard. Although Whitebeard is like a candle in the wind at this time, his reputation is still there and his strength should not be underestimated.

Aokiji was also in a bad condition. Although he did not have any fatal injuries, he had many wounds of varying sizes. His clothes had long been soaked in blood, and he could not tell which were Whitebeard's and which were his own.

At this time, Whitebeard was almost exhausted and was barely able to stand, relying only on a strong will to support him.

An hour of fierce fighting is about to end, and the hourglass of time seems to be counting down for this life-and-death battle.

A layer of death was faintly visible on Whitebeard's body, and his face suddenly became extremely old, as if time had suddenly accelerated at this moment.

Blackbeard, who had been watching with eager eyes, suddenly brightened his eyes when he saw this. He knew that his chance had finally come.

"go!"

Blackbeard gave an order and led his men to pounce on Whitebeard like hungry wolves.

Seeing this, Aokiji wanted to continue attacking Whitebeard. However, just as he was about to make a move, a burst of arrogant laughter suddenly rang out.

"Thief hahahaha!"

The laughter echoed across the empty battlefield, carrying undisguised greed and complacency.

Aokiji turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw Blackbeard leading a group of ferocious crew members walking towards them with a menacing momentum.

"Dad, do you still have the strength now?"

Blackbeard looked at Whitebeard, whose breath was extremely weak, with a joking face, and asked with a wild laugh.

When Whitebeard heard what Blackbeard said, his body trembled violently. He turned his head with all his strength and stared at Teach fiercely, his eyes almost spitting fire, and roared: "You are not qualified to call me daddy!"

However, Blackbeard didn't care about Whitebeard's scolding. Instead, he said tenderly like a filial son, "Thief, hahahahaha, it's okay, just call me, you will always be my daddy!"

This dramatic scene made the crew members behind Blackbeard burst into laughter.

"Captain, are you forcing yourself to be someone else's son? I don't want to be such a humble captain!"

Pizarro sneered unabashedly, his words full of disdain and contempt.

Hearing Pizarro's words, Blackbeard's expression changed slightly, and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

However, he did not let his emotions get out of control, but quickly adjusted his state and put away his hypocritical tenderness.

"Hey, hey, hey, can't you see we are fighting? Do you want to join our fight?!"

Aokiji looked at Blackbeard who had suddenly arrived with cold eyes and asked him bluntly.