Pirates: Martial Arts Masters on the Straw Hat Ship

War is imminent.

A cold glint flashed in Ronan's eyes as he looked at the dozens of fishman minions that had swarmed around him.

He turned to Luffy and said in a deep voice, "Luffy, that bastard Arlong is yours. As for these ignorant lackeys..."

Ronan's iron spear trembled violently, emitting a buzzing dragon's roar:

"Leave it to us."

After saying that, Ronan did not hesitate at all. Carrying the hundred-pound iron spear, he walked step by step towards the group of ferocious-looking fishmen.

Each step he took was heavy, as if he were stepping on the enemy's heart, and the blood in his body began to boil.

[Ding! Host has entered battle mode, cultivation multiplier *3]

"Hey! You human brat! Where do you think you're going?"

Several fishmen wielding large swords revealed contemptuous smiles when they saw Ronan approaching alone.

In their eyes, humans are such inferior beings that they are not even worthy of carrying their shoes.

"Are you courting death?! We are fish-men with ten times the strength of a human's arm!"

A strong and burly fishman rushed out first, brandishing his spiked club and smashing it down hard on Ronan's head!

Ronan remained expressionless and didn't even stop walking.

Faced with the whistling spiked club, he merely flicked his wrist slightly.

"Xingyi Great Spear - Collapse!"

There are no fancy moves, just the purest combination of power and speed.

The 3.6-meter-long iron spear instantly transformed into a black lightning bolt in Luo Nan's hands.

The gun body bent into an astonishing arc, and then, with the help of the enormous elasticity, the butt of the gun, like a steel whip, struck first despite being behind!

"Smack—!!!"

A sickening cracking sound, accompanied by a crisp sound like a watermelon bursting open.

The merman didn't even see what happened before his head exploded instantly from that terrifying blow!

Red and white things splattered everywhere!

The immense impact did not dissipate; the headless corpse flew backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the group of fish behind it, knocking over three or four of its companions.

"Wh...what?!"

The fishmen, who had been laughing, froze on their faces.

"One...one strike?!"

"That's... a fellow human with ten times the arm strength of a human!"

Ronan slowly sheathed his gun, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. A drop of blood slid down the black gun barrel and dripped onto the white bricks of the poolside, appearing particularly glaring.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the terrified fishmen around him, his voice as cold as if it came from the deepest hell:

"Ten times the arm strength?"

"this one?"

Ronan sneered, and his figure suddenly sprang up like a tiger among sheep!

"You filthy fish-men, die!!!"

"kill--!!!"

The iron spear in Ronan's hand came to life completely.

At that moment, Ronan seemed to transform into a thousand-armed Asura.

Countless black gun shadows appeared in the air, each carrying a deadly spiraling force.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh was continuous.

The four fishmen at the front covered their throats almost simultaneously.

Both of them had a bloody hole that was clear from front to back in their throats!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground beneath their feet red.

"Damn it! Attack him together! Kill him!"

The surrounding fish-men finally realized what was happening, and relying on their superior numbers, they attacked from all sides.

Some sprayed water, some swung their knives, and some tried to use brute force to hold onto the iron spear.

"Trying to gang up on us?"

Ronan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he activated his Observation Haki to take in everything around him.

Facing attacks from all directions, he did not dodge, but instead, he unified his stance and let out a roar:

"Sweep through the enemy ranks!!"

He swung the hundred-pound iron spear in a wide arc, creating a deadly circle with a whistling sound!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a series of dull thuds and the sound of bones cracking, the seven or eight fishmen who had surrounded them were all swept away in the middle as if hit by a speeding train!

Some of the fishmen had their ribs broken, and others had their spines shattered. They screamed as they flew into the air and fell into the huge pool like dumplings.

The once azure pool water was instantly stained a glaring crimson by blood.

This is the power of the Chinese martial arts spear!

This is the domineering nature of "touch and you die, brush and you get hurt"!

Ronan stood amidst the pile of corpses, his clothes spotless, but the iron spear in his hand was soaked with blood.

He turned his head, looking at Arlong, who was preparing to attack Luffy not far away, and the terrified fishmen, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth:

"The so-called murloc advantage..."

Ronan slammed his iron spear down hard, shattering the stone slab beneath his feet.

"In the face of true martial arts, it's nothing but a joke."

The once joyful and frivolous Ah Long Paradise has now been transformed into a battlefield of carnage.

The huge swimming pool, once filled with clear blue water, is being visibly stained a murky scarlet.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of rust, which mingled with the sea breeze and stimulated everyone's nerves.

Ronan stood amidst the pile of corpses, his eighteen-foot iron spear pointing diagonally at the ground, its black shaft reflecting a chilling luster in the sunlight.

Thick drops of blood slid down the tip of the gun, making a dripping sound.

[Host's current attributes: Strength 17, Speed ​​17, Physique 17]

Feeling the surging blood and qi within his body like a river, Ronan's lips curled into a cold smile.

This week's hellish training, the "Thirteen Protectors Horizontal Training," and the tripled training rate resulted in a rapid breakthrough in his strength.

At this moment, with his terrifying strength and speed of 17 points, combined with the Xingyi Thirteen Spears, he was the epitome of invincibility in the East China Sea.

"Too weak."

Ronan murmured softly.

His spear swung again, like a black, venomous dragon.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Gunfire flashed, and three more murlocs who had attempted a sneak attack fell to the ground, clutching their throats.

Under Ronan's Observation Haki, the fish-men's movements were as slow as a slideshow.

"asshole--!!"

A fierce and furious roar echoed throughout the entire park.

By the pool, Ah Long stared at the scene before him, which resembled a living hell, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot and a terrifying crimson.

Those who fell were his compatriots, his "relatives" in this world.

"You lowly, inferior race... how dare you kill my own people!!"

Ah Long's muscles bulged, and his jagged nose trembled with rage.

He suddenly pulled out a huge serrated sword from the side—"Peak Slash"—and the stone slab beneath his feet shattered instantly.

He charged toward Ronan, who was slaughtering, with the force of a bloodthirsty shark!

"I'm going to crush you all to pieces!!!"