The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

After all, Caesar Courant was not from the military medical department. He actually belonged to the navy's scientific research department. They were not in the same department, so the respect he received was limited.

The meaning of Frankenstein's words is that Caesar Courant believes that Garp will be defeated. How could a naval hero be defeated? It's a grandfather fighting his grandson, and there is a certain blood suppression.

Hearing the rebuttal words coming from his ears, Caesar Courant could only retort with a look of idiot. The military doctors could not believe what the scientists said, but he also hoped to be slapped in the face.

If Garp could capture his grandson, Caesar Courant would definitely be able to cut off some of Nika's body tissue for subsequent cloning research.

Hair, skin, blood, whatever Nika offered, Caesar Courant would take it all. He wanted to know what Nika was!

In the eyes of everyone, Luffy, who had been vaporized, had his skin, blood, internal organs, bones, and even the straw hat he was wearing, all perfectly transformed into small rubber particles, floating in the air.

Garp's fists made sharp sounds of tearing the air, and each shock wave was like a heavy artillery, blasting into the surrounding milky white gas.

The strange white mist was originally stagnant, but at this moment it surged violently the moment the fist wind touched it. First, a hole as big as a bowl was blasted out, revealing the blue-gray sky behind it.

Immediately, the surrounding fog rushed in like a living thing, closing the gap at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Grandpa, don't waste your energy. I don't believe you have endless strength."

Garp's fists swung faster and faster, and the red meteor-like fist shadows formed an impenetrable net in front of him.

Holes appeared and disappeared in the gas. Some expanded to half a foot wide before being refilled by the milky white torrent, while others briefly reflected his bronze arms before dissipating.

The most astonishing thing is that in the areas penetrated by the shock wave, the broken fog will actually trace back along the original trajectory, as if time is flowing backwards locally, without even a trace of wrinkles left.

When Garp's right fist hit the same spot for the third time, the milky white gas still covered it indifferently, swallowing up all the strange phenomena.

The sound of the collision between the fist wind and the mist gradually changed from thunder to buzzing, and finally turned into a continuous low vibration. No matter how the inside was turned upside down, the white gas that Luffy turned into would never dissipate.

After throwing hundreds of punches, sweat dripped down Garp's cheeks. The massive consumption of his physical strength in such a short period of time made his old body a little overwhelmed.

People still have to admit that they are getting old. Karp was breathing heavily in the mist. By absorbing oxygen in the air, he strengthened his cardiopulmonary capacity and temporarily restored some of his dominance.

"Even if you can wrap yourself in gas and wrap me around you, can you save Ace in your current state?" Garp reminded Luffy that time is not on his side.

If he continues to fight with his grandfather, as long as Garp keeps on the passive defense and does not lose, he will win if he draws, while Luffy will lose if he draws.

"Grandpa, you are right. I can't lose. I must defeat you..." Luffy, whose consciousness was floating in the air, finally made up his mind.

The white mist around was originally flowing slowly, like frozen cotton wool hanging in the air, but the next moment it suddenly came alive.

It wasn't drifting, it was surging—countless fine white threads were pulled out from all directions, twisted into turbulent vortexes, and rushed straight towards Karp's body.

"you……"!

The naval hero didn't even have time to hold his breath before the mist poured in through his slightly open lips and teeth. The cold air flow hit his throat, bringing with it an almost tangible and sticky feeling.

Even more bizarre was the skin, the exposed wrists, and the neck. The white mist seeped into the pores like a living tide. There was no pain, only a biting chill spreading along the blood vessels.

He could clearly feel the tiny rubber particles entering his lungs with his breathing, penetrating the alveolar walls, and mixing into the bright red blood.

The blood seemed to have become a transparent river, carrying white mist particles, rushing through every inch of blood vessels, flowing to the heart, liver, and kidneys...

A subtle tremor came from deep within the internal organs. When the heart contracted, it felt like it was wrapped in a damp and cold cloud. Every beat carried the weight of white mist, and a tingling sensation appeared around the edges, as if countless small hands were gently scratching it.

He watched helplessly as the white mist around him thinned and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the last wisp of pale white mist adhered to his ankles and penetrated into his skin.

The entire space suddenly became clear, and only he was left standing there, but his body was filled with all the white mist he had just swallowed, like a container filled with invisible objects, and every inch of his flesh and blood was soaked in that cold breath.

Luffy used aerosol to integrate everything about himself into his grandfather's body. For the first time, a strange fear arose in Garp's heart.

"Luffy, come out here. Do you want to hide in my body and cause trouble? What are you planning to do to me?"

Garp's pores suddenly exploded with a biting cold. It was not just an ordinary low temperature, but the ability of a devil fruit with sticky malice.

Garp's originally bronze skin turned an abnormal bluish-white, "You are a bastard just like your father!"

A thunderous roar exploded from his chest, and a visible black and red air wave suddenly rose around Karp.

The domineering aura was no longer a restrained deterrent, but turned into violent magma surging in his body. The halo seeped out from under his skin, forcing back the cold air that tried to touch his skin.

The air vibrated violently and made a buzzing sound, and the gravel underfoot began to vibrate irregularly. This was the roaring will of the naval heroes.

Using the Conqueror's Haki to fight against Nika in the body did produce some effect in the short term, and some of the coolness that seeped out of the internal organs was dispelled. In the eyes of the domineering strong man, the ability of the fruit is still dispensable.

Garp is the most superstitious and domineering man in the navy. The navy has not failed to select suitable devil fruits for him, but he has refused every time. The old man does not want to have an extra weakness out of thin air.

He wants to prove himself that he can become a strong man without relying on the power of the devil fruit. Roger, the Pirate King who has been chasing him all the time, has a lot to say about this. He has been hit by the iron fists of the navy heroes many times!

"Mr. Garp, do you want me to help you?" Bellemere stepped forward, wanting to use his fruit ability to help his benefactor escape.

"It's okay, I can do it alone, Nika can't do anything to me."

As soon as Cap finished his confident boasting, he felt his scalp tingling and a chill suddenly rushed into his brain. The aerosol finally broke through the blood-brain barrier at the critical moment.

He looked at his slightly raised right hand, and the navy hero began to fall into self-doubt, as if his right arm was losing control, and the five flexible fingers kept moving, as if adapting to the new body.

Although it was a little late for Garp to realize this step, I still have to say that the old man's domineering aura is really strong.