One Piece, I will gather the faith

At this time, Garp was gloating. How could he know that it was just that the sword's slash was more gorgeous. That's why it became Lake's favorite way of attack, but it doesn't mean that Lake's strongest weapon is the sword.

"How can the power given by God be limited to the sword?" Lake glanced at Garp and said lightly.

"Oh, then I have to take a good look at it, hahahaha."

Then, Garp used the same trick again.

"Six Styles·Shave!"

I saw Garp came to Lake in an instant, and his whole body was suspended in the air, obviously carrying a huge impact force, and then he used his signature trick in an instant.

"Six Styles·Secret·Iron Bone Impact!"

Obviously, this attack was more fierce than the previous one. This was not because Garp wanted to kill Lake, but after such a long battle, he believed that Lake could completely deal with such an attack.

Lake also felt the horror and dominance of this punch, felt the indestructible and crushing belief on the fist, and felt the heat generated by the powerful explosive force rubbing against the air.

He knew that this punch was very strong. If he was still only a vice admiral, he believed that he would definitely not be able to take it, but now, it was obviously not enough to threaten him.

At this time, Lake stood there like an old monk in meditation, as if he had given up resistance to this punch, and had no intention of resisting at all. He just stood there and looked directly at this terrifying attack.

Garp was also confused at this moment, and he didn't understand what Lake meant at all. This scene was obviously not what he expected.

But the fist that was thrown out with his inertial acceleration was obviously unable to be retracted. In a hurry, Garp could only choose to deviate from the target and let the fist that was originally from top to bottom hit Lake's shoulder.

But did Lake really give up resistance?

Obviously, no.

How could he joke about his own life? He has always been thinking about immortality.

Therefore, he was actually extremely afraid of death, after all, death was so scary. He had not forgotten the last scene before the crossing, his despair under the terrifying fireball.

Just when the fist was about to attack Lake, Lake seemed to have a reaction.

"God said, absolute protection."

Lake muttered softly, and then saw a stream of energy gushing out of his body quickly, completely wrapping him up in an instant. At this time, he was like wearing a medieval armor.

Obviously, this is not a real armor, but his Armament Haki that only surged out of his body in a long-term pressure confrontation. It's just that the density of his Armament Haki energy field is too large, and it looks like it is materialized.

"What's the matter with the armor on the priest?"

"Is it a gift from God?"

"It must be God's protection."

Everyone exclaimed again, and once again believed in God's protection.

"Is this also Armament Haki?" Smoker was confused again, obviously this was beyond the only cognition of Armament Haki.

"It should be."

At this time, Dragon was not sure. He instinctively thought that this was Armament Haki, but subconsciously he was not confident. Shouldn't it be invisible armor? Is this materialized Armament Haki still considered?

"Humph."

Smoker was obviously not satisfied with this answer, but he was also very happy to see Dragon's defeat, so he snorted coldly.

At this time, his expression was like the worst poor student finally stumped the top student with a question, and then the gloating expression seemed to express, you see, you can't do it either.

However, at this moment, at the moment when everyone exclaimed, Garp's attack had already hit Lake. Suddenly, the shock wave brought by the fist attack swept around like a nuclear bomb explosion.

And the deserted island under their feet, which was already a little broken, finally failed to survive again this time. In an instant, it was torn into pieces, and then it was once again devastated by the aftermath of the impact, and finally sank completely to the bottom of the sea.

But a figure never moved a step. He was wrapped in a piece of armor. Who else could it be but Lake?

At this time, the island was destroyed and there was no foothold around.

On the entire sea, there was only Lake, and he was standing firmly on the water. If you look closely, you will find that Lake was not motionless. At this time, his toes were gently tapping on the water rhythmically.

Karp was not as calm as Lake. After all, he took the extremely violent route and his control of force was far less sophisticated than Lake. Therefore, he had to use the moon step to constantly gain leverage in the air to avoid falling into the water.

WatchingGarp, who was so calm, was already aware of Lake's strength. Therefore, he was very moved, feeling that there was such a young super strong man in this era, and feeling the ups and downs of the times.

Looking at Lake, who had no fruit ability, no Conqueror Haki and Observation Haki, relying only on his body and the unprecedented Armament Haki, Garp was sure that his combat power was no less than the three admirals with the devil fruit ability of natural disasters. .

It was obviously meaningless to continue fighting, and Garp had already figured out Lake's strength, so he had the capital to make up for it.

For the rest, he planned to let Sengoku worry about it.

He then looked at Dragon in the distance, his expression cold. Obviously, his son's breath did not hide from him. Dragon stood straight like a child who had done something wrong, with a serious expression, not daring to move at all.

"Hmph," Karp snorted coldly, and looked at Lake again, "Lake boy, don't go the wrong way."

After saying that, he stepped on the moon step and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Seeing this, Smoker also sighed, then turned into a cloud of smoke and chased after him.

Grado looked at Lake, but did not communicate with him. Obviously, he knew that it was meaningless, and instantly turned into a gust of wind and disappeared in the distance.

At this time, Lake also dispersed his armor of armed color domineering and slowly walked to the shore.

The people on the shore looked at him with pious, expectant, and fanatical eyes, but he still looked indifferent and calm, like a real priest of God.

When Lake walked on the beach, everyone clasped their hands in front of their chests, as if waiting for him to lead them in sacred prayers, and each of them looked serious and solemn.

Lake smiled slightly, folded his hands across his chest, and said slowly: "God has mercy, God is immortal, God will always protect us."

Then, under the gaze and reluctance of the crowd, Lake slowly walked away, one step after another, the rhythm was very slow, but the walking was like flowing water, and each step covered a distance of dozens of meters.

Obviously, Lake did not miss any opportunity to show his strength. Each step seemed to be understated, but in fact it was the result of the perfect coordination of every muscle, every bone, and every meridian.