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

Has Luffy ever killed anyone?

In his self-recognition memory, he had never taken a life on his own initiative. At most, he would just knock the enemy away, but he would never kill them.

Luffy doesn't have any murderous aura at all. His grandfather Garp, with his famous iron fists, has killed countless pirates, and even he himself can't remember.

"Luffy, you should have thought about this day when you became a pirate."

The nearby light seemed to be crushed by an invisible boulder, and the air was so thick that breathing was painful.

With every step Garp took forward, the ground groaned slightly, and his deeply wrinkled face seemed to be cast in cold iron, devoid of any warmth.

Nika Luffy clenched his fists. He could clearly see the murderous aura emanating from his grandfather's pores.

It was not an ordinary display of domineering power, but a materialized, black-red mist as thick as asphalt, which was dragging a sizzling trail on the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Countless distorted faces floated in the fog, and the sharp sound like nails scratching glass penetrated into Luffy's mind through his ear canal, causing his temples to throb.

The black and red mist seemed to have life, drilling into Luffy's pores and wearing down his will to resist.

"Grandpa..." Luffy's voice was as dry as sandpaper, his rubber arms tensed uncontrollably, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his skin subconsciously.

He could smell the smell of blood and gunpowder mixed in the black and red mist. The decisiveness and killing power accumulated over decades of naval career now condensed into a concrete curse, and every strand of it was gnawing at the enemy's will.

When Garp was ten steps away from him, the black and red mist suddenly expanded and locked onto Luffy.

"Luffy," Garp's voice sounded like it was squeezed out of a rusty iron can, and there was no ripple in his turbid pupils. "I don't even know how many pirates I have killed. From the moment I became a navy, I have always upheld my justice"!

Affected by Garp's murderous aura at close range, Luffy saw different illusions, as if the black and red murderous aura suddenly condensed into chains, tightly binding Luffy's limbs.

He watched helplessly as Garp's distorted face exploded before his eyes, turning into drops of hot blood that splattered on his cheeks.

It was the scene of Ace falling in Marineford, the fire on the ship Sabo was on, and the countless families who lost everything in the Great Pirate Era.

"This is not Haki at all..." Luffy's consciousness began to blur, and suddenly a cool feeling appeared in his mind, instantly breaking the delusion built up by murderous aura and regaining his spirit.

There was a materialized black aura lingering around Garp, which was the murderous aura and majesty accumulated over a lifetime. He was like a man-eating evil ghost, but it did not scare away his own grandson.

Luffy's eyes were harder than seastone, his chest heaving violently, not out of fear, but a cry to tear this domineering aura apart boiling in his throat.

"I want to be the Pirate King!"

When the roar broke through the clouds, white mist suddenly rose from his body, rustling like a burning sail, forming a clear boundary with Karp's dark energy.

The black murderous aura mixed with the domineering aura is like a mountain suppressing the sea, while the white arrogance is like a huge wave that is about to cross the mountains. It is the light condensed from the unyielding will, hotter than magma and purer than the ice sea.

Cap's raised fist was trembling. What he saw was no longer a naughty grandson, but a challenger who wanted to carve the word "freedom" at the top of the era.

The two black and white air waves created an air wall more than ten meters high during the confrontation. The smile under the straw hat was brighter than the sun: "Grandpa is not because of Roger, not because of anyone, because the Pirate King is a title that only the freest people can have"!

Looking at the straw hat on his grandson's head, Garp was in a trance and actually saw the figure of his arch-enemy Roger in his own grandson.

Roger's yearning for freedom is just like Luffy today. Roger is not a pirate in the traditional sense who likes to rob and plunder. He is actually another kind of spiritual leader.

If Luffy didn't have dragon blood, outsiders would have thought that Luffy was Roger's descendant, and Ace, who was kneeling on the execution platform, was the grandson of the naval hero.

The navy not far away were all shocked by Luffy's words. Luffy was the first pirate who dared to say in Marineford that he wanted to become the Pirate King.

In the eyes of some people in power, Luffy’s so-called freedom is a poison to the world they rule. If the slaves all wake up and want freedom, how should the slave owners live?

Luffy's pursuit of freedom is destined to challenge the current system. A single move will affect the entire system, and some people will feel uneasy if he doesn't die!

"Luffy, only a strong man is worthy of talking about freedom. You have to defeat me first before you are qualified to become the Pirate King." There was inevitably a hint of bitterness in Garp's heart. If Luffy didn't become a pirate, how great it would be if he was a navy.

Damn Roger, even after his death, he is still influencing the world and the grandson of the navy hero. The public execution at that time became the personal performance of the Pirate King.

Cap's bronze arms suddenly swelled, his knotted veins popped out like old tree roots, and his right fist smashed out with a sharp whistling sound that broke through the wind.

That was the iron fist that had knocked green peppers away and cracked ice. Now, even the space was torn into spiral white marks, and it was a full-strength attack wrapped in murderous aura and domineering power.

Luffy in Nika form had his white fur standing on end, his rubber arms glowing like honey in the sunlight, and he also swung his fist to meet the attack.

The boy's fist was more elastic than usual, but the moment it came into contact with his grandfather's iron fist, it made a dull sound that made his teeth ache.

The calluses on Garp's fist rubbed against the back of Luffy's hand, and the heavy weight like iron instantly crushed the toughness of the rubber.

Luffy's finger bones seemed to be gripped by an invisible force, and the tip of his fist was concave inward with an arc visible to the naked eye. The crisp sound of his knuckles moving mixed with the sound of the wind drilled into his ears.

Luffy bared his teeth in pain, his gums bleeding, veins on his forehead bulging like earthworms, and a beast-like whimper rolled out of his throat.

But the arm did not break. The rubber fiber in the shape of Nika was like a flattened candy wrapper, with a strange elasticity in the folds, and it actually withstood the punch that was enough to destroy the island.

“It hurts…it hurts so much!”

Luffy stared at Garp's bloodshot eyes with his white pupils, which contained only the desire for battle. His grandfather's fists were heavier and more painful than he remembered.

Garp's punch paused. He saw Luffy's concave fist trembling slightly, and for a moment he really softened his heart.

He has been beaten to this point and there is no turning back. There is no family affection on the battlefield. It is not certain whether Luffy in the Nika form is Garp's grandson.

Countless eyes of the navy were staring at him. The battle had to continue without stopping until Nika was defeated. Garp's heart was filled with the desire to fight.

They were all influenced by Luffy's wild aura, and they imagined their grandson as Roger, which was a bad intention with a good intention.