Pirates: Martial Arts Masters on the Straw Hat Ship

Zoro, on the other hand, had veins bulging on his forehead and his hand on the hilt of his sword.

He remembered that he still had a huge debt to pay Nami, and now his clothes were ruined, which meant... he would have to spend money again!

"asshole!!!"

A roar filled with poverty and anger resounded through the night sky.

Zoro suddenly stood up, drawing all three swords simultaneously, their cold gleam piercing the moonlight.

"How dare you ruin my clothes?! You bunch of trash, do you even know how much clothes cost?! I don't have any extra Berries!!"

"Give me your life!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Zoro's figure had already disappeared from the rooftop.

"Three-Sword Style!!"

Like a hungry tiger descending a mountain, he charged straight into the densest part of the crowd.

A burst of green sword energy erupted, accompanied by the wielding of three famous swords, instantly causing several streaks of blood to bloom in the air.

"Aaaaaah!!"

The screams were continuous.

Wherever Zoro went, spears broke and men and horses fell over.

No one could see his movements clearly; all they could see was a green whirlwind weaving through the crowd.

"Unforgivable..."

On the other side, Sanji had his head down, his bangs covering his eyes, but the resentment that seemed to come from hell caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

"How can I possibly appear before Miss Nami looking like this...?"

"You bunch of tasteless bastards!!"

Sanji leaped into the air, his body tracing an elegant yet deadly arc.

"Chicken head! Back meat! Belly meat!!"

His legs transformed into black battle axes, each kick accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering.

The physiques that bounty hunters were so proud of were as fragile as scarecrows in his presence.

"Getting carried away, huh..."

Sanji kicked a 200-pound man more than ten meters away, casually straightened his tattered tie, and said with a self-deprecating laugh:

"Having mastered the Thirteen Bodyguards' external martial arts, you're definitely getting a bit too arrogant. Next time, you'll have to be more careful with your clothes."

On the ground, Ronan looked at the two who had gone berserk and smiled slightly.

"Since you're not going to pretend anymore, then I don't need to be polite."

Ronan stopped dodging.

He gripped the middle of the ebony stick with both hands, lowered his center of gravity, and a powerful aura erupted from his body.

"Xingyi Great Spear - Embracing Tiger and Pushing Mountain!!"

"Waaaaah—!!"

The heavy ebony club swept out with a terrifying whooshing sound.

Before the stick even arrived, the strong wind had already followed!

This strike, though lacking the sharpness of a spear tip, carried a profound and weighty power.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of dull thuds rang out.

The seven or eight bounty hunters who had surrounded them were sent flying backward in unison, as if they had been hit by a speeding truck, their weapons shattered by the impact.

With his powerful and sweeping marksmanship, no one could withstand Ronan's blows.

Whether you parry with swords or try to withstand the attack with your bare hands, the result is always broken bones and torn tendons.

This was a one-sided massacre.

No, to be more precise, it was a cleaning job.

In just a few breaths.

The once bustling and noisy square has returned to deathly silence.

More than three hundred bounty hunters lay sprawled on the ground, their cries of agony echoing across the room, but none of them were able to stand up again.

Under the moonlight, only three figures stood proudly.

Zoro shook the blood off his sword, Sanji dusted off his trousers, and Ronan leaned on his ebony staff, looking calm.

This scene left the four Baroque Works executives—Ikaram, Vivi, Mr. 9, and Miss Monday—who were watching from a distance completely dumbfounded.

"How...how could someone be so strong?!"

Vivi covered her mouth, her blue eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

She originally thought these people were just pirates with brute force, but she never expected their strength to reach such an overwhelming level.

"Three hundred people... wiped out in less than a minute?" Mr. 9's metal baseball bat clattered to the ground.

"Don't panic!"

Although Ikaram was also sweating profusely, he was, after all, an experienced veteran agent (and bodyguard).

"They are strong, but there are only three of them! And that high-intensity burst of power just now must have taken a huge toll on their stamina!"

Icarum gritted his teeth, a strange light flashing in his eyes:

"It seems... we have to take action ourselves! As long as we take them down, the fifty million will still be ours!"

"That's right!"

Miss Monday stretched her limbs, making a cracking sound.

Looking at these guys who still looked confident and were ready to put up a stubborn resistance, Ronan couldn't help but tilt his head.

He looked at Zoro and Sanji with a puzzled expression and asked:

"Hey, are they out of their minds? Or... are we being too gentle and still being looked down upon?"

"Who knows?"

Zoro yawned, hoisted the Wado Ichimonji onto his shoulder, and looked completely nonchalant.

"What does it matter? It's just a minor incident. Since they want to die, let's grant their wish."

"that……"

Just then, Sanji suddenly twisted his body, his eyes sparkling with hearts, and his gaze fixed intently on Vivi:

"To be honest, I really don't want to be enemies with that beautiful lady~ If she were a captive of love, I'd be quite happy to..."

"Shut up."

Zoro glanced at Sanji with disdain, as if he were looking at a piece of unrecyclable trash:

"Then you just stay out of the way and watch, don't get in the way! You lecherous cook."

"What did you say?!"

Sanji instantly bristled, veins bulging on his forehead, and he turned to grab Zoro by the collar. Their foreheads clashed violently, sparks flying.

"Green algae head!! You want to fight?!"

"Come on! I didn't get enough killing just now!"

Ronan shook his head helplessly as he watched these two clowns bickering in front of the enemy lines.

Then he pointed the ebony stick at Icarus and the others, his eyes gradually turning cold:

"Since you're in such a hurry to die..."

"Then let's not waste time, let's all attack together."

"Hmph, don't be so arrogant, pirates."

Mr. 9, following a signal from Icarus, forcibly suppressed his fear of the three monsters.

He tightened his grip on the metal baseball bat, struck what he thought was a cool pose, and although his voice trembled slightly, it was still very loud:

"I think you should know that the code names for members of our Baroque Works are based on numbers; the smaller the number, the greater their abilities and destructive power!"

He held up a finger and waved it in front of Zoro and Ronan, his tone carrying a hint of bluffing arrogance:

"We're... a handful of elite agents, practically in the single digits!"

"In other words, those small fry you just dealt with were nowhere near as strong as us!"

Zoro couldn't help but scoff at these childish, competitive remarks.

He hoisted the "Snow Walker" onto his shoulder, and with his other hand gently patted the "Third Generation Kitetsu" at his waist, his eyes filled with a playful glint:

"Does fighting really require titles to embolden you? That's utterly boring."

Zoro's gaze instantly pierced through Mr. 9's bluster:

"On this vast ocean, the victor reigns supreme! It's that simple!"