noveltune Chapter 494: This One Punch!
Chapter 494: This One Punch!
Ace gripped Roger's collar tightly.
His anger was about to erupt.
The source of everything.
The man whose collar he was grabbing right in front of him.
Roger was pulled up by Ace.
Roger did not struggle.
He did not look away.
He just looked at Ace.
Look at those eyes, reddened by anger and tears.
Looking at his face, which was in extreme pain.
The Pirate King who once roamed the four seas.
At this moment, I completely accepted my fate.
Roger's lips moved slightly.
He looked at his son.
In the end, he only said one sentence.
"This is what I deserve."
The sound wasn't loud.
Exhausted, having used up all my strength.
There wasn't a single fancy word in it.
There were no excuses to try to absolve oneself.
He has no airs of a father.
This statement is very clear and straightforward.
Roger at this moment.
All I want is for the child whose life has been ruined.
It allows one to vent the hatred in their heart.
These words reached Ace's ears.
It had no effect on calming people down.
These six characters resemble firewood with barbs.
The fury was fiercely spurred into Ace's eyes.
Ace's pupils suddenly contracted.
Roger offered no resistance and surrendered his neck to the executioner.
The grievances and rage in my heart broke through the defenses of reason.
He did not hesitate any longer.
He didn't need to hesitate.
Ace let out a low growl, like a beast on its deathbed.
The left hand that was gripping the collar suddenly pulled back.
It has immense power.
He directly slapped Roger's blood-stained face.
They pulled him right in front of them.
next moment.
His right fist was already clenched to its limit.
It was smashed out with great force.
This punch didn't have the flames of the Flame-Flame Fruit.
There are no profound or domineering techniques.
There were no fancy moves.
The most primitive, direct, and solid punch.
A burst of pure physical power.
This punch carried the pent-up anger of more than two decades.
It swallowed blood from countless dark nights.
He carried with him the guilt he felt for his mother, who had died because of him.
He harbored an extreme hatred for his sinful bloodline.
A dull, tooth-aching clanging sound.
It exploded with a deafening roar in the center of the deathly silent square.
Ace's fist.
It slammed squarely into Roger's face.
The muffled thud of flesh colliding sent shockwaves through the air.
Roger's head snapped to the side from the massive impact.
Facial muscle contortion.
Crimson blood mixed with shattered teeth.
It sprayed out of his mouth.
It drew a blinding, blood-red arc in mid-air.
He was knocked off the ground by the blow.
The body lost its balance in mid-air.
That punch was incredibly powerful.
The hard, rubble beneath Roger's knees.
A large area was forcibly torn up.
The rubble flew in all directions like bullets.
It hit the steel ruins in the distance.
It made a series of crisp, cracking sounds.
Roger then drew a pathetic parabola in mid-air.
Like a worn-out sandbag.
They were violently thrown away by an irresistible force.
A loud bang.
Roger slammed heavily into the pile of rocks on his back.
The ruins of Future Island, constructed from high-strength alloys and massive rocks.
The moment Roger's body slammed into it.
Several huge rocks collapsed on the spot.
Fine cracks spread wildly across the surface of the rock.
It then shattered completely.
A large amount of smoke and dust was swept up all at once.
It forms a hazy, dusty fog.
It completely engulfed Roger's fallen figure.
The square was eerily quiet at that moment.
A chilling silence.
The hearts of hundreds of people in the audience.
The punch just now made him stop for half a beat.
All actions were paused.
Luffy stood a few steps away from Ace.
His mouth was open.
He was clutching the half-eaten bone-in roasted meat tightly in his hand.
His eyes were wide open.
He didn't even blink.
I often see people get knocked away.
Luffy will definitely yell and scream.
He even excitedly waved his fist.
He did not cheer at that moment.
No one interrupted.
Stand quietly in place.
His eyes held an unusual heaviness.
Luffy is usually very easygoing.
They are more perceptive of emotions than anyone else.
He knew perfectly well.
Ace threw this punch.
It wasn't just about hitting people.
That punch.
It was Ace who raised the rusty hammer.
It's like opening a rotten, pus-filled place in my heart that's been festering for over twenty years.
They ruthlessly and mercilessly attacked him.
A fist struck Roger in the face.
It was Ace's own heart that ached.
Sabo stood next to Luffy.
The moment Roger flew out.
Lean forward.
I wanted to rush over and support the brother who was swaying in the center of the field.
Finally, they abruptly stopped.
He did not go there.
Standing not far away.
He clenched his back teeth tightly.
She looked at Ace's retreating figure with slightly reddened eyes.
Sabo understands this better than anyone else.
No one can take that punch for Ace.
Both obstruction and sympathy are superfluous.
Only this one punch was thrown without reservation.
Ace finally released the poison that had been weighing on his heart for over twenty years.
Spit out a little bit.
This was Ace's destiny.
It was an abyss he had to cross on his own.
Whitebeard Newgate stood behind Ace.
The strongest man in the world.
At this moment, it is an insurmountable mountain.
He gripped the handle of the Murakumo-giri knife with both hands.
His body was as steady as a rock.
Watching Roger get punched away by his own son.
Watching their sworn enemies, evenly matched on the high seas, crash into the ruins like wild dogs.
Whitebeard didn't say he fought well.
He didn't go up and pat Ace on the shoulder to comfort him.
Nothing was done.
It stood there steadily.
Ace doesn't need comfort right now.
It's a safe haven where you can vent your frustrations.
Whitebeard remained in the deepest silence.
To catch the aftershocks of Ace's emotional outburst.
As long as he stands here.
No one dared to say a single word against Ace.
The Whitebeard Pirates' camp was not far away.
The captains, including Marko Jozbeta, looked at each other.
There was shock in his eyes.
More than anything, there was a sense of solemnity.
No one thought Ace had gone too far.
No one thought Ace was being rebellious.
They clearly heard Ace shout out the old grievances.
I know that the woman named Rouge suffered hellish torment in order to give birth to Ace.
Seeing Roger willingly offer his life, his face, and his dignity to Ace's fist.
Roger deserved that punch.
The blood debt owed by One Piece.
It must be repaid with blood.
Shanks sat on the wooden crate.
He didn't reach for the wine glass next to him.
Looking at the lingering smoke and dust in the distance.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
He swallowed a mouthful of bitter saliva.
They didn't say anything.
I once worked as an intern on the USS Oro Jackson.
Shanks knows Roger too well.
Since the old captain has knelt down today...
They will definitely withstand this blow.
No one should have stopped us this time.
Even his red hair wouldn't do.
I understand everything rationally.
I saw the old captain with my own eyes, as radiant as the sun.
He was punched so hard that his face was covered in blood and he flew through the air in a sorry state.
Shanks felt a tightness in his chest.
The changing times are cruel.
Fate is merciless in its reckoning.
the other side.
Rocks, who always seemed to thrive on chaos, composed himself.
There was no piercing, maniacal laughter.
He merely raised an eyebrow slightly.
His defiant eyes gazed at the ruins.
For the first time, there was no mockery in his eyes.
This is an implicit acceptance of the brutal reckoning between father and son.
The most unruly and ruthless madman on the high seas who disregards family ties.
Seeing the extreme pain contained in that punch.
I chose to keep quiet.
The wind continued to blow in the center of the square.
Ace stood frozen in place.
The right arm that just delivered a powerful punch.
It remained suspended in mid-air.
There is no target to support it.
My arm trembled slightly in the air because of the excessive force I exerted.
Muscle spasms affect the nerves.
He cannot feel physical pain.
Tears finally broke free.
Large tears streamed down her reddened eyes.
Tears fell onto the dusty ground.
Smash the grayish-white powder to create small, dark pits.
The sound of tears falling to the ground.
It magnifies infinitely in my mind.
It was as solid as the dull thud of a fist hitting Roger's face.
Equally heavy.
Ace stared intently at the pile of rubble shrouded in smoke and dust.
Staring at the figure lying in the ruins, unable to get up.
His throat bobbed violently.
Lips open and close.
Countless words, tinged with blood, were stuck in his throat.
I want to keep cursing.
I want to ask that man if he's in pain.
I want to pour out all the remaining grievances.
In the end, he couldn't utter a single word.
After the ultimate release.
What surged forth was not ease.
It is a vast, panicked emptiness.
Ace felt as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out.
It's empty.
A cold wind blew straight in.
The square remained in a stalemate.
Hundreds of eyes were fixed on the young man who was still in a punching stance.
Tears flowed down my face.
The heavy hammer of liquidation has fallen.
The first punch, brimming with twenty years of resentment.
It landed squarely on Roger's face.