Pirates: Martial Arts Masters on the Straw Hat Ship

The pirate's body, which Ronan had killed, had not yet hit the ground.

The next moment—

All the pirates around him turned their gazes to Ronan in a flash.

That wasn't anger, it was panic.

They witnessed firsthand how a companion they all considered to be "quite strong" was killed by a single blow from a stranger.

They didn't even have time to react.

This kind of destructive power far exceeds their petty acts of oppressing the townspeople.

So they all took a half step back, gripping their weapons tightly, but none of them dared to be the first to charge forward.

They are pirates, but they are not fools.

They're good at bullying ordinary people, but what about when they face a truly powerful killer?

That's a different matter; after all, you only have one life.

Soon, their gazes all fell in one direction.

They fell toward—their captain.

He was a man with a body as big as an iron tower.

Standing over two meters tall, with muscles coiled like cables around its limbs, it resembled a ferocious humanoid beast.

He held a broad-backed cleaver in his hand, the blade polished to a gleaming shine, emitting a cold light.

His eyes were cold and violent, full of bloodthirsty bestiality.

The moment he spotted Ronan, a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

Like a predator that has locked onto its prey.

He raised his large machete and pointed it at Ronan.

"Hey kid—state your name."

In that instant, all the pirates fell silent.

This isn't politeness, it's a kind of...

The pirates prepare for their ritual before committing murder.

Ronan looked at them calmly, his gaze indifferent.

His gaze swept over the group of pirates and finally landed on their captain.

Cold and hard tone —

"Ronan."

The pirate captain was stunned.

Then he looked at his deputy beside him.

"Hey, is there anyone named Ronan among the bounty hunters?"

The second-in-command squinted, looking Ronan up and down with the cunning and coldness typical of pirates.

"No, boss."

"Not those few bounty hunters we need to be wary of."

"Judging from his appearance... he's just an ordinary person who's nosy and relies on his skills."

Upon hearing this, the pirate captain's previously grave expression immediately relaxed by half.

His tense shoulders relaxed, and a sinister smile slowly spread across his face.

His eyes, like those of a venomous snake, began to gleam with excitement once more.

Stray dogs are not dangerous.

—Then you could play yourself to death.

He licked his lips, his voice rough and violent:

"Hey kid—meddling in other people's business will get you killed."

He swung his broadsword violently, as if proclaiming his fate:

"Men! Let him hear the name of the Rending Sail Pirates!"

The pirates immediately roared in unison:

"Our captain is a notorious pirate with a bounty of 3.2 million Berries!"

"Three million! Do you understand, you brat?!"

"You dare kill a member of the Rift Sail Pirates? You're dead!!"

"It's not too late to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

Their clamor echoed through the town.

But Ronan simply stood there quietly.

The wind blew the hem of his clothes, carrying with it the smell of blood and scorched earth.

His eyes remained completely still.

It was as if all these arrogant roars and threats could not stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

The power brought by the triple training multiplier surged within Ronan's body like a tidal wave.

My muscles trembled, my blood boiled, and my muscles tensed as if they were being reforged.

This feeling... is incredibly clear and incredibly real.

The power is increasing at a rate invisible to the naked eye!

Ronan's breathing became more and more steady, but the light in his eyes grew even more intense.

He couldn't wait.

He wanted to see just how much power this perfect body could unleash in this new world.

And these bloodthirsty pirates before us?

They were the perfect test subjects.

As for danger?

Ronan didn't take it to heart at all.

Martial artists walk a path that inevitably involves life and death.

not to mention--

His sixth sense told him that the pirates' auras were as weak as rags.

The only thing that caught his attention was the captain.

"Then let's start with you."

Ronan exhaled softly and stomped his foot—

"Bang!"

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and he shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

He held the wooden stick behind him, his movements as fast as a shadow.

A pirate stared wide-eyed as Ronan charged towards him, a clear look of fear on his face—

But before he could even raise the knife...

Ronan flicked his wrist, and the force traveled down his spine, through his arm and the shaft of the staff.

The tip of the stick pierced the air, making a loud "crack" sound!

"puff!"

The wooden stick, like an iron spear, pierced the pirate's heart in an instant.

The force was so great that even the pirate's toes were lifted off the ground.

Ronan flicked his wrist.

"Buzz—!"

The wooden stick was pulled away, leaving a trail of gushing blood.

The pirate's body went limp, but he didn't even have time to scream.

The body had not yet hit the ground—

Ronan's stick has become a dragon in motion.

With the force poured in, the staff blossomed in a dazzling display, like a raging whirlwind!

"drink!"

The stick's shadow was like a whip, a knife, or lightning cleaving through the air.

The approaching pirates only saw a flash of light.

Then--

A chill ran down my throat.

"Pfft—! Pfft—!"

Blood bloomed in the air into several scarlet flowers.

Several pirates clutched their necks, their eyes filled with disbelief, and collapsed to the ground.

Ronan lowered his body, touched the ground with his toes, and leaped up again.

Even in mid-air, his aura was like a tiger pouncing on its prey!

He charged into the crowd.

Or tremble, or sting;

Either pierce or pick;

Every strike was ruthless, accurate, and fast enough to instill despair.

Amidst the crisscrossing shadows of clubs, screams rose and fell, like a battlefield turned upside down by death.

In just a few breaths—

"thump--!"

"Aaaaaah—!"

Half of the pirates have fallen.

They were either seriously injured or killed on the spot.

In the firelight, blood pooled into a thin stream on the ground.

Ronan, his wooden stick dripping with blood, stood amidst the carnage, like a truly awakened beast.

Just as Ronan was preparing to continue dealing with the remaining pirate minions—

The violent aura he had been wary of finally stirred.

Captain of the Rift Sail Pirates.

He finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Seeing his men slaughtered like grass, with most of them wiped out in an instant, the two-meter-tall, muscular man was completely enraged.

He no longer hoped to exhaust Ronan's strength with his men, but instead took a step forward, his feet stomping on the ground with a thunderous roar.

"You little bastard—die!!"

He roared, his arms bulging with veins like pythons, and swung his broadsword, leaving a terrifying black shadow in the air.

The next instant, he leaped up! The blade gleamed with a blinding cold light.

With the force of thunder that cuts through the wind, it descends from the sky and strikes Ronan directly on the head!

A murderous aura swept over us.

A glint flashed in Ronan's eyes.

Xingyi Bengjin Explosion!

The wooden stick trembled violently in his hand, and the force instantly flowed through the stick.

He charged headlong into the terrifying blade light with a powerful burst of energy!

"—Click!!"

A crisp cracking sound tore through the air.

The wooden stick in Ronan's hand was snapped in two-thirds by the immense force!

However, the large sword also emitted an astonishing buzzing sound upon impact, trembling violently and almost flying out of one's grasp.

The pirate captain's expression changed drastically; his hand went numb, and he almost lost his grip on the hilt of his sword.

"W-What kind of weird trick is this?!"

The sudden force intensified his anger, but also gave rise to a faint sense of fear.

Ronan was also thrown back five or six steps by the force, with rubble flying from his feet.

Blood seeped from the tiger's mouth, and the arm felt slightly numb.