Pirates: Martial Arts Masters on the Straw Hat Ship

"Arrogant brat!!"

Before Zoro could finish speaking, Icarus, who had been standing at the back ready to pounce, launched a sneak attack.

"Sachs Hurricane!!"

"Click click click!"

With a sickening mechanical snapping sound, Icarus's signature curls split open like flower petals.

The six dark machine gun muzzles hidden among them were revealed!

"Rat-a-tat ...

Orange flames spewed wildly into the night, and a dense barrage of bullets rained down on Zoro like a metal storm.

"Tch! It's that same trick again!"

Zoro stomped his foot and moved sideways like a ghost, weaving through the gaps in the rain of bullets. The light of his sword wove into an impenetrable defensive net as he approached Icarus.

On the other side of the battlefield, the scene was quite peculiar.

"Come here, Karu!"

Vivi put her little finger to her lips and whistled loudly.

"Gah—!"

With a lively quack, a huge "Super Karoo Duck" wearing a blue striped cotton hat and windproof goggles rushed out from behind the ruins.

Its eyes were vacant yet filled with a mysterious confidence. It ran up to Vivi and very cooperatively... stretched out one wing.

"Snapped!"

Vivi slapped the wing away and yelled angrily, "It's not a handshake! You stupid duck!"

Ronan and Sanji stood aside, watching this scene, and three black lines appeared on their foreheads at the same time.

"This is... the mount of the single-digit agent?" Ronan's lips twitched, and he could barely hold the ebony staff in his hand.

Under the silent gaze of the two, Vivi finally managed to climb onto the duck's back with great effort, regaining her aura as a cadre, and pointed at Ronan, shouting:

"Come on, Karu! Let them see your superhuman speed, faster than a cheetah! Charge!"

"Huh?"

Karu tilted his head, and then... plopped down on the ground and began to leisurely preen his feathers.

"Who told you to sit down?!"

Vivi broke down and slammed her fist hard into Karu's head, making a dull thud.

"..."

Ronan sighed and shook his head: "So these are the elites of Baroque Works? It seems this organization isn't far from collapsing."

"Hey! Kid with the stick! Stop looking around!"

Just then, a passionate shout came from above.

Ronan looked up and saw that Mr. 9 had somehow climbed up a domed stone house next to him.

He stood on the edge of the roof, his back to the moon, striking an extremely flamboyant bodybuilding pose:

"Watch this—a magnificent backflip!!"

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Mr. 9 leaped off the roof, performing three rather clumsy backflips in mid-air, approaching Ronan like a clown from a circus.

Ronan didn't even lift his eyelids, lightly tapping the ground with his ebony stick, his tone filled with helplessness:

"What is all this nonsense... If they're going to fight, why are they putting on acrobatics?"

"Take this! Hot-blooded Mr. 9!!"

The instant he landed, Mr. 9 used the momentum of his fall to suddenly pull out two steel baseball bats from behind him.

"The Stick of Perseverance - Super Powerful Strike!!"

Two heavy iron bars, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed down on Ronan's head like two iron hammers!

This blow was so powerful that if an ordinary person were to be hit by it, their head would definitely explode like a watermelon.

"Want to compete with me in strength?"

Ronan looked at the two iron bars that were coming at him with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and didn't even move his feet an inch.

He gripped the end of the ebony stick with one hand, flicked his wrist, and instantly unleashed a powerful, unstoppable force that coursed through the stick.

"Form and Intent - Collapse!"

There were no fancy moves, just a simple and brutal uppercut.

The black ebony staff left a trail of afterimages in the air, striking Mr. 9's two crossed iron rods with pinpoint accuracy.

"when--!!!"

A deafening metallic explosion rang out.

In Mr. 9's horrified gaze, his prized steel baseball bat made contact with the ebony stick the instant it struck the target.

It was blasted away by the terrifying shockwave, spinning and embedding itself in the wall in the distance.

"Wh...what?!"

Mr.9's arms were numb from the shock, and his thumb and forefinger split open.

Before he could react, Ronan's ebony stick continued its momentum, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, thrusting forward and striking Mr. 9 hard in the stomach.

"Puwah—!!"

This strike contains the "Beng Jin" (崩劲) of Xingyi Quan (形意拳) that penetrates the body.

Mr. 9 felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He was sent flying backward like a cannonball, three times faster than when he came!

"BOOM!!"

Mr. 9 crashed violently into a stone house, smashing a large hole in the thick wall, and was then buried in the ruins, his fate unknown.

The battlefield fell silent for a second.

Ronan put away his ebony stick and sighed, "Isn't there a decent guy among them? This level... it's not even a warm-up."

"A decent guy?"

A charming yet slightly dangerous voice rang out: "I am it! Prepare yourselves!"

Standing on the duck's back, Weiwei took out a delicate little bottle from her bosom, her eyes becoming alluring and dreamy.

"Come, take a good sniff of my fragrance..."

As she opened the bottle, an intensely sweet and cloying aroma instantly filled the air.

"A seductive, dizzying perfume dance!"

Vivi began to wiggle her alluring body on the duck's back.

She was dressed in a revealing dancer's outfit, her long, fair legs swaying in the moonlight, and with that special perfume, she truly possessed a captivating allure.

Ronan stared at the scene before him, his lips twitching wildly.

"What's going on now?"

He covered his nose, his brow furrowed: "This cheap hallucinogenic perfume, combined with this... this utterly unattractive writhing... are you kidding me?"

In Ronan's eyes, Vivi's movements at this moment were full of flaws.

If he wanted to, he could knock her down with a single blow.

"Don't embarrass yourself with such tactics!" Ronan raised his stick, ready to end this farce.

However, at this moment—

"puff--!!!"

A sound like a high-pressure water jet rang out.

Ronan turned around in shock and saw Sanji, who had been standing next to him, lying on his back with two streams of bright red blood gushing from his nose like fountains, shooting straight into the sky!

"what……"

Sanji's eyes instantly turned into two huge pink hearts, and his whole body took on a strange, wavy, twisted appearance.

"What...what a beautiful dance!!"

Sanji held his hands to his heart, completely ignoring Ronan's presence, like a mollusk whose bones had been removed.

He slid down to Vivi's duck in an extremely shameful "kneeling" position.