Chapter 1590 Iron Fist and Black Wrist's Final Stand

Now everything makes sense. All those strange things that happened in the Sabaody Archipelago were really the work of the Navy!

Garp's gaze was fixed on Zephyr's huge, dark red kagune, which was still swinging consciously behind him and had not yet been retracted. "So you are the man-eating... Night Demon!"

"So you were hiding this all along!"

Garp let out a low growl of grief and indignation. He finally understood everything. Why the Navy had used so much power, yet still couldn't find out Nightmare's true identity.

Because no one would have imagined that the former Marine Admiral, who was depressed and even lost an arm because his family and students were killed by pirates, was actually the terrifying monster who kept eating people in the Sabaody Archipelago.

What an irony.

How tragic.

Faced with Garp's gaze that seemed to want to devour him alive, Zephyr simply sighed silently. He had actually sensed Garp's presence long ago.

His keen senses, typical of ghouls, made it difficult for Garp to miss the strong smell of blood on him during that moment of intense emotional turmoil.

If Garp chooses to remain silent and pretend he didn't see it, Zephyr would even be willing to let his old friend go and leave, making it all a secret known only to the two of them.

But Garp is Garp after all.

Zefa slowly turned around to face his old comrade-in-arms, who was covered in wounds. His left eye had turned into a blood-red pupil.

Those were the predatory eyes unique to ghouls. He was trying his best to suppress the murderous desire stirring within him as he sensed the powerful aura of his prey.

"Garp, you are still seriously injured. You have no chance of winning against me. I don't want to kill two comrades in one day."

"Pah, stop pretending," Garp spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. He stretched out his large hand and began to roughly tear at the obstructive bandage on his head, which was already soaked in blood.

"No matter what you say today, it's useless. I'll risk my life to keep you here and make you die with Marshal Kong!"

He ripped off the bandage, revealing a gruesome, gaping wound beneath, from which blood gushed out like a fountain.

But Garp seemed oblivious to the pain; his bloodshot eyes were fixed only on Zephyr ahead.

His fists clenched tightly, and top-tier Armament Haki, as black as ink, instantly covered his iron fists, which were powerful enough to shatter mountains. The rage of revenge had completely overwhelmed the discomfort signals coming from his body.

"Ugh……"

Looking at Garp's stubborn, rock-like appearance, Zephyr knew that words were useless. They were both equally stubborn old men who only believed in their own fists.

Zephyr's eyes turned icy cold in an instant, and his arms were also instantly dyed black by the dense Armament Haki. "Since that's the case, then let's have a good fight. It's been a long time since we've had a proper fight!"

"Enough talk, let's see your punches!"

Garp, too lazy to say anything more, let out a roar, stomped his foot, and charged towards Zephyr like a giant cannonball, with an indomitable and fierce momentum.

That iron fist, covered in top-tier Armament Haki, tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom, heading straight for Zephyr's face—his signature move, the Fist Bone.

boom--! ! !

Zephyr neither dodged nor evaded, but crossed his arms in front of his chest and forcefully took the full force of Garp's angry punch.

With a loud crash, Zefa's body slid backward as if struck by a high-speed train at sea.

With his feet on the ground, he carved two deep furrows and slid for dozens of meters before finally managing to steady himself.

He felt a sharp, tingling sensation in his arms, which were covered in Armament Haki, and he could even faintly feel a bone fracture. There was still a slight difference between Armament Haki and Armament Haki.

In the first clash between Black Arm Zephyr and Iron Fist Garp, even though Garp was seriously injured, he still had a slight advantage, demonstrating the terrifying power of Iron Fist.

Zephyr stretched his slightly numb arm, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his single crimson eye. "Garp, show your true power, unleash your Conqueror's Haki!"

"A weak attack like this is meaningless. Out of respect for you, I will give it my all."

Zephyr knew that Garp was like a wounded lion, and the more he suppressed him, the more powerful his potential would be unleashed. He had to finish the battle quickly. If he dragged it out for too long, the Marine Admirals would arrive, and then it would be difficult to escape.

Suddenly, a layer of flowing black metal appeared on Zefa's body surface. A thick, ferocious black armor instantly grew from his skin and covered his entire body. This was a layer of armor that grew from his flesh, a kind of biological armor.

It was the most defensive Kagaku, and on top of this Kagaku, Zephyr added another layer of incredibly solid Armament Haki.

With double defense, he must adopt the safest approach to meet Garp's next ferocious attack.

Seeing Zephyr's monstrous, unrecognizable form, Garp's last shred of hope vanished completely, and his anger finally reached its peak.

"As you wish, Zefa, I will use your corpse to atone before the Steel Bone Void Curtain!"

In the next instant, an indescribable aura of violence, a terrifying force that seemed to trample the entire world under its feet, suddenly erupted from Garp's center.

Dark red lightning crackled and danced wildly around him, a manifestation of his kingly qualities, a Conqueror's Haki that surpassed all living beings. Garp never imagined that one day he would use Conqueror's Haki on one of his former comrades.

This terrifying aura of dominance swept through the entire rear field hospital like a storm, and even spread towards the main battlefield further away.

Garp wasn't the only one still alive at the field hospital. The surviving medical staff, along with the patients, began to move forward, while simultaneously reporting the situation in Marineford to the current Fleet Admiral.

In the Marineford Square area, everyone who felt this domineering aura at that moment, whether they were marines or pirates, had their expressions change drastically.

Sengoku, who stood side by side with Artoria on the castle tower, was most familiar with his old buddy's aura. After all, when they were young, Garp would often show off his Conqueror's Haki in front of him.

"Something happened to Garp?!"

"Something has happened at the field hospital in the rear!"

Sengoku considered the worst-case scenario: could it be that some pirates were flanking and ambushing them, not even sparing the group of wounded soldiers and doctors, which was why the heavily injured Garp was enraged.

If pirates really did that, it would be a terrible move. It would only incite the fighting spirit of the soldiers on the front lines. If it wasn't Whitebeard who did it, could it have been the Blackbeard Pirates who had been hiding all along?