Pirates: Martial Arts Masters on the Straw Hat Ship

As a combatant on the ship, Zoro knew better than anyone the dangers of leaving a Yonko-level beast by his side.

Rather than this uncertain form of control, he preferred to just chop the old woman's head off right here and now, eliminating any future trouble.

Faced with Zoro's sharp warning and the stares of everyone present as if he were a madman.

Ronan was not angry at all; instead, a cold smile crept onto his lips once again.

His gaze swept over Zoro, then fell on Big Mom on the ground, his tone exuding composure:

"How will you know it won't work if you don't try?"

Ronan slowly turned his head, his eyes refocusing on Pudding with an irresistible allure, and asked in a low voice:

"What do you think, Pudding?"

Gulp... Brin swallowed hard.

Ronan's praise, which showed he didn't look down on her, stirred within her an impulse to die for this man.

But faced with an absolute difference in strength, her instincts as an ability user prevented her from lying even a little.

Her three eyes were filled with extreme confusion and fear. Like a frightened little bird, she waved her hands repeatedly and explained in a stammering voice:

"Lord Ronan... your idea is absolutely insane!"

Pudding was so anxious that tears were about to fall. She glanced at Big Mom, who lay unconscious in the distance like a mountain of flesh, and trembled all over.

"My 'Memory Fruit' ability does indeed allow me to extract and modify other people's memories at will, just like editing film reels."

"However... this ability has very strict limitations!"

Pudding took a deep breath and revealed the deepest laws of the Devil Fruit:

"I can do whatever I want when dealing with ordinary people, or those who are far weaker than me."

"However... to deal with top-tier experts whose strength far surpasses mine, I must ensure they are in a weakened state, completely unable to resist, before I can even attempt to invade their memories and consciousness!"

"Not to mention... the one lying there right now is Mama, one of the Four Emperors who reigns over the New World!!!"

Brin's voice cracked with extreme fear as she desperately pointed at Big Mom:

"Lord Ronan, even if Mama is now beaten black and blue and completely unconscious..."

"But her terrifying inner strength and the high-level Conqueror's Haki in her subconscious remain like an unbreakable wall!"

"The mental world of that monster is simply a raging hellfire!"

"With my current mental strength... let alone altering her memories, I'm afraid my abilities wouldn't even reach the edge of her soul..."

"I would be instantly shattered by the domineering aura emanating from her subconscious, and even my own brain would be burned into an idiot!!!"

......

This was a brief conversation that could change the world order.

The sea breeze roars across the vast ocean, caressing the coastline.

Ronan's clothes fluttered in the sea breeze.

He slightly raised his eyelids, his deep gaze falling on Brin, who looked somewhat uneasy not far away.

The waves crashed against the rocks, making a rhythmic "whoosh," but it couldn't drown out his next words, which were seemingly casual yet as powerful as a thunderclap.

"Of course, what I just said is under the condition that we do not interfere."

Ronan's lips curved into a composed smile. His voice, though not loud, carried clearly to the ears of everyone present, possessing a kind of magic:

"With my help, you can now fully unleash the power of your third eye."

The moment those words were spoken, the surrounding air froze.

"What?!"

The first to break the deathly silence was Nami, who was standing to the side.

She instinctively turned her head to look at Robin beside her, her voice filled with undisguised surprise:

"Robin, have you ever heard of the Three-Eyed Clan's special abilities? They can even be activated by external forces?"

"Um……"

Robin nodded slightly, using her slender fingers to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"I once looked through some old and incomplete documents in the underground library of Ohara."

"Those parchment scrolls written in ancient script do indeed mention legends about the 'three-eyed tribe'."

Robin paused, glanced at the crowd of people who were listening intently, and continued:

According to historical records, the Three-Eyed Clan is a race blessed with mysterious favor.

"What they are most proud of is not the wide field of vision brought by the extra eye, but the 'special power' hidden deep in that eye."

"However, that power is extremely rare. It is said that only the Three-Eyed Clan with extremely pure bloodlines may awaken that trace of spiritual power that connects with heaven and earth by chance."

At this point, Robin turned her gaze to Ronan, her intelligent eyes gleaming brightly:

"It seems that the 'spiritual power' that Ronan just mentioned is the mysterious and powerful force described in the documents, capable of seeing through illusions and hearing the voice of all things."

Robin's words were gentle, but to the Big Mom Pirates, they were like an earthquake.

The members of the Charlotte family had different expressions at this moment. Their nerves, which were already tense due to the changes in the battle situation, were now greatly shocked.

They all turned their incredulous gazes to Brin, the two-faced girl who had been discriminated against in the family because of her "third eye," and whose personality had even become distorted.

Who would have thought that such a powerful hidden force was hidden within Pudding, who had always been unknown in the family?

"What a joke... Pudding actually..."

A Charlotte family executive muttered to himself, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

They certainly knew what that meant, and they knew how slim the probability of such an ability awakening was.

Moreover, Pudding is merely a hybrid; the blood flowing through her veins is not pure Three-Eyed Clan blood. In common sense, this would be an absolutely impossible situation for her to awaken.

The eldest son, who always wore an exaggerated top hat and carried a cane, could no longer maintain his usual cunning and composure on his heavily painted face.

His long tongue unconsciously licked his lips, and his eyes flashed with an unprecedented glint.

"Lick...Lord Ronan!"

Perospero stepped forward, his body slightly hunched, his tone unconsciously carrying a deep sense of awe and probing, even his way of addressing Ronan became incredibly respectful:

"You mean... you know about that power, and even... you have a way to awaken the special ability deep within the Three-Eyed Clan's bloodline in Brin, who is only half-blooded?"