Pirates: Martial Arts Masters on the Straw Hat Ship

"Idiot! Stand up!" Zango yelled angrily from behind.

"Captain Zango! This won't do!" a pirate lying on the ground, his face covered in oil, yelled in despair. "They've poured oil all over the slope! There's nowhere to step!"

"Yay!" At the top of the hill, Usopp saw that his trap had been a great success and his confidence soared.

He pulled back the slingshot and, without even aiming, fired into the crowd with his eyes closed.

"Ultimate Kill: Chain Reaction!"

"Slap! Slap!"

Several bullets landed in the crowded crowd, causing the pirates to scream in agony and creating even more chaos.

"You're something else, Usopp!" Nami couldn't help but laugh out loud at the comical scene below.

Just when everyone thought they could easily hold out, a huge figure emerged from behind the pirate group.

That was a giant, obese man with black cat ears on his head—Buchi, one of the Catman Brothers.

His eyes were fierce as he looked at the "useless people" stuck in the traffic jam ahead and let out a cold snort.

"A bunch of useless idiots, get out of the way!"

With a roar, Buzhi used his powerful legs to leap into the air!

He didn't jump to the top of the slope, but instead jumped to the steep rock walls on both sides of the slope.

"Meow--!!"

He tumbled in the air, his sharp, hook-like cat claws gripping the fragile rock face with tremendous force!

The pirates struggling on the oil noodles, witnessing this scene, widened their eyes in despair and screamed, "No! Brother Fuchi! We're still down there!"

Buchi ignored him, his eyes filled with cruel indifference.

"Boom—!!"

The rock wall collapsed under the cat's claws' strange force, and huge rocks mixed with soil rolled down like a mudslide!

The gravel relentlessly crashed down the slope, burying the slippery grease, along with the dozen or so companions struggling on the oily noodles!

"ah--!!"

The piercing screams abruptly stopped.

Blood seeped from the cracks in the stones, instantly staining the newly paved "road" red.

"Well done, Buchi." Zango pushed up his glasses, as if the dead were not his men, but a group of paving stones.

At the top of the slope, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

The playful atmosphere that had just been filled with laughter because the trap had worked vanished completely.

Luffy pulled his straw hat down low, the shadow obscuring his eyes, but the bulging veins on his clenched fists revealed his anger at that moment.

"Those are... their comrades..." Luffy's voice was deep, yet contained a storm within it. "I'm going to... send them all flying!"

As someone who values ​​his comrades the most, this act of trampling on their lives touched Luffy's deepest sore spot.

At that moment, a hand landed on Luffy's shoulder.

Ronan stepped out from behind Luffy, carrying the heavy iron spear in one hand. His gaze was as calm as an ancient well, yet unfathomable.

"Luffy, these bastards don't need your help."

Ronan's voice was calm, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "You all cover for me. This spear has just been sharpened and needs some dirty blood as a sacrifice."

Zoro glanced at the cold iron spear in Ronan's hand, loosened his grip on his sword, and said calmly:

"Then it's up to you, Ronan."

Ronan said no more.

With a stomp of his foot, he transformed from a gentle young man into a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

With unstoppable momentum, they charged down the blood-stained stone path towards the pirate group below!

"That brat's come down!"

"Just one person? Are you looking for death?!"

"Kill him! Step over his corpse and into the village!"

When the pirates saw that only Ronan was charging forward, they immediately revealed a sinister smile.

In their view, this was meat delivered to their doorstep.

The pirates at the forefront, brandishing their swords and axes, charged toward Ronan with strange cries.

Ronan's gaze sharpened, and in that instant, everything around him seemed to slow down.

The sensation of the wind blowing through my hair, the loosening of the pebbles beneath my feet, the murky killing intent in the pirate's eyes...

[Host enters battle mode, cultivation multiplier *3]

The long-lost heat surged once again.

Facing a large sword coming straight at him, Ronan did not retreat but advanced.

He gripped the butt of the spear with his right hand, slid his left hand to the middle of the spear shaft, his waist and stance became one, his spine twisted like a dragon, and a powerful force instantly flowed through his right arm!

"Xingyi Great Spear - Thunder on Flat Ground!"

"collapse!"

It was a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Ronan did not use the tip of his eighteen-foot iron spear to thrust, but instead used the momentum of his forward charge to make the shaft of the spear, like a black steel whip, strike upwards with a sudden "pick"!

"Bang—Crack!"

The iron spear, weighing over a hundred pounds, left a black afterimage in the air and struck the jaw of the pirate wielding the knife with pinpoint accuracy.

There is no suspense.

The pirate didn't even have time to scream before his neck snapped instantly, as if he had been struck by a galloping wild horse.

The force of the impact sent him flying more than three meters into the air, and the large sword in his hand flew out of his grasp, circling in the air as it flew into the distance.

One strike, and he's dead!

Ronan's movements did not stop at all.

The instant he sent the first man flying, he used the force of the bullet reloading the gun barrel to suddenly flip his wrist.

The tip of the gun drew a deadly semicircle in the air, and then pressed down hard like Mount Tai!

"Snapped!"

The gun barrel slammed heavily onto the head of another pirate who was attempting a sneak attack.

The pirate's head exploded like a watermelon hit by a hammer, the red and white contents bursting open instantly.

This flick and the strike happened in the blink of an eye.

The two ferocious pirates had already turned into cold corpses.

"Wh...what?!"

The pirates behind them were so frightened by this brutal scene that they stopped in their tracks.

They initially thought he was just a young punk trying to scare people with a long spear, but little did they know that what he was holding was actually a deadly weapon weighing over a hundred pounds!

"Don't be afraid! He's all alone! The gun is too long and not maneuverable! Get close and kill him!" Zango shouted from behind.

Several pirates who considered themselves clever immediately ducked down, trying to slip into Ronan's spear's blind spot.

Ronan's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Innocent."

Is a long spear inflexible? That's because the person using it doesn't understand what "spear techniques" are!

Facing the enemy who came close, Ronan did not withdraw his iron spear. Instead, he suddenly "retracted" it, and the spearhead struck the attacker's chest like a venomous snake, instantly shattering the attacker's heart.

Immediately afterwards, he gripped the ends of the spear shaft with both hands, treating the entire eighteen-foot-long spear as a large club, and swept across the enemy like a whirlwind, using his waist and arms to drive the attack!

"Sweep across the land!"

"Waaaaah—!!"

The heavy iron spear tore through the air, emitting a whistling sound like a ghost's wail.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of cracking sounds as bones shattered sent chills down my spine.

The pirates who tried to get close were swept in the middle by this thick iron pole.

The immense kinetic energy instantly shattered their ribs, sending them flying like rag dolls, crashing heavily against the rock walls on either side, and sliding down as a pile of mud.

At this moment, Ronan was like a tiger among sheep, or a dragon stirring up the sea.

The iron spear in his hand could thrust (like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, striking the throat and then withdrawing), or snatch (the spear shaft spinning, scattering weapons), or cleave (the force exploding, cracking the tiger's mouth), or split (like splitting Mount Hua with unstoppable force).

An attack range of 10.8 zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) is the absolute boundary between life and death.

No pirate could withstand a single shot from Ronan.

No weapon could withstand the bombardment of that hundred-pound iron spear.

Blood stained the ground beneath Ronan's feet and the black gun in his hand.