The seas of Banaro Island had completely descended into chaos.
Under the pale glow of flare lights, the vast golden deck of the Golden Merry was illuminated like a suspended slaughterhouse upon the ocean.
The once dignified dark-gold surface was now soaked in thick Marine blood—
Gold and red intertwined into a brutal, merciless scene.
Hundreds of elite Marines poured in along the ropes.
Shouts, clashing steel, and the tearing of flesh blended into a symphony of destruction.
At the center of it all—
Ronan stood.
His long spear had become the scythe of death.
The Vajra internal energy within him surged like molten lava, roaring through his veins.
"Those who stand in my way—die."
His voice was cold.
His wrist flicked.
The spear roared.
At times, it struck like a serpent—
Piercing throats with perfect precision.
At times, it swept like a dragon—
Crushing multiple enemies in a single arc.
In moments—
A vacuum formed around him.
Beneath his feet—
Half an inch of blood pooled across the golden deck.
Elsewhere—
Zoro had become a beast unleashed.
Three blades carved silver lines through the air.
Each flash brought sprays of blood.
Elite Marines—
Were reduced to helpless prey before his unstoppable edge.
Sanji moved like a phantom.
His leg engulfed in flames—
Diable Jambe burned the blood off the deck into choking vapor.
Each kick shattered bones—
Sending bodies flying like cannonballs.
Nami stood high atop the mast—
A goddess of lightning.
With a simple gesture—
Silver arcs surged across the battlefield.
Marines turned into charred corpses mid-scream.
Usopp remained calm.
His massive slingshot fired with precision—
Destroying ropes and cutting off reinforcements—
Sending wave after wave of Marines plunging into the sea.
Just as their morale began to collapse—
Something changed.
"WHUM—!"
A massive flying slash tore through the battlefield—
Heavy as a mountain, sharp as fire—
Aimed straight at Ronan.
His eyes narrowed.
Energy surged.
He planted his stance—
And swung his spear upward.
"GET LOST!!"
The clash rang like tearing metal—
The slash shattered into fragments of energy.
Then—
Under the blinding light—
A figure descended.
"BOOM!!"
He landed heavily on the deck.
Smoke curled from the cigar in his mouth.
His usual calm face was twisted with fury.
Vice Admiral Momonga.
"Vice Admiral is here!"
"Justice will prevail!!"
Hope surged among the Marines.
Momonga looked at the bodies—
At the blood-soaked golden deck—
His expression twisted.
"Ronan…"
His voice was low and strained.
"They were carrying out justice… and you slaughtered them like this…"
"You deserve death."
Ronan leveled his spear.
His gaze was calm—terrifyingly so.
"Vice Admiral."
"Drop the cheap morality."
"You're a Marine. I'm a pirate."
"The moment we met here—"
"It became life or death."
He stepped forward.
His aura surged to its peak.
Golden energy wrapped around his body like visible force.
"You chose to block our path."
"Then be ready to be crushed."
"On the road to freedom—"
"My spear does not judge innocence."
"Only enemy or ally."
"You arrogant brat!!"
Momonga roared.
His hand gripped his sword.
"CLANG—!"
The blade left its sheath—
Instantly coated in jet-black Armament Haki.
Killing intent exploded outward.
"DIE!!!"
He vanished.
A black streak cut through the night—
His blade descending toward Ronan's head.
Ronan's eyes flashed.
"GOOD!!"
Energy flooded his spear.
It trembled—like a dragon's roar.
"Xingyi Thirteen Spear—White Cloud Overhead!"
His body moved as one—
Core strength driving the weapon.
The heavy spear spun like a storm—
Transforming defense into overwhelming counterforce.
"BOOOOM—!!!"
Blade and spear collided.
The golden deck beneath them warped and groaned.
A shockwave exploded outward—
Throwing dozens of Marines into the sea.
Momonga's expression changed instantly.
It felt—
Like striking a spinning mountain.
Not just brute force—
But a strange, penetrating power.
A shattering force—
Like thousands of steel needles drilling into his arm.
"Ugh!"
His grip trembled.
The sword nearly flew from his hand.
He staggered back—
Leaving deep footprints in the deck.
His chest churned violently.
He stared at Ronan—
Who hadn't moved at all.
"…What monstrous strength… and what kind of technique is that…?"
The battlefield fell briefly silent.
Firelight flickered.
Ronan stood—
Spear lowered slightly.
A drop of blood slid down its tip.
"If this is all you have…"
His voice echoed across the deck.
"Then this ship…"
"Will be your grave."
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