Ronan's Personal Battlefield

"Idiot! Get up!" Jango roared furiously from behind.

"Captain Jango! We can't!" a pirate, covered in oil and sprawled on the ground, shouted with a mournful face. "They've covered the slope in oil! There's nowhere to step!"

"Hooray!" At the top of the slope, Usopp saw his trap had been a complete success and his confidence soared.

He drew his slingshot, not even bothering to aim, and shot into the crowd with his eyes closed.

"Killer Move: Chain Shot!"

"Thwack! Thwack!"

Several pellets landed in the dense crowd, causing the pirates to cry out in pain and fall into even greater chaos.

"You're amazing, Usopp!" Nami couldn't help but laugh as she watched the comical scene unfold below.

Just as everyone thought they could easily defend the position, a massive figure emerged from the rear of the pirate horde.

It was a giant, as round as a ball, wearing black cat-ear decorations on his head—one of the Cat-man Brothers, Buchi.

His eyes were fierce as he looked at the "useless trash" blocking the path ahead and let out a cold snort.

"A bunch of useless things, get out of the way!"

Buchi roared, and his thick legs exerted force, propelling him instantly into the air!

He didn't jump towards the top of the slope, but towards the steep rock walls on either side of the incline.

"Meeeow—!!"

He somersaulted in mid-air, his sharp, hook-like cat claws carrying immense power as they fiercely clawed at the fragile rock walls!

The pirates struggling on the oil surface watched this scene, their pupils dilating in horror, and let out desperate screams: "No! Brother Buchi! We're still down here!"

Buchi turned a deaf ear, his eyes filled with cruel indifference.

"Rumble—!!"

The rock wall crumbled under the monstrous strength of the cat claws, and huge rocks mixed with soil cascaded down like a mudslide!

Debris mercilessly smashed onto the slope, burying the slippery oil and the more than a dozen companions struggling on it!

"Ah—!!"

The shrill screams abruptly stopped.

Blood seeped from the cracks in the rocks, instantly staining the newly created "road."

"Well done, Buchi." Jango adjusted his glasses, as if the dead were not his subordinates, but mere paving stones.

At the top of the slope, the air instantly froze.

The cheerful atmosphere, which had been filled with laughter due to the successful trap, vanished.

Luffy pulled down his straw hat, the shadow obscuring his eyes, but the bulging veins on his clenched fist revealed his current rage.

"Those were... their comrades..." Luffy's voice was low but held the force of a storm. "I'm going to... blow them all away!"

As someone who valued his comrades the most, this act of trampling on their lives touched Luffy's greatest nerve.

Just then, a hand landed on Luffy's shoulder.

Ronan stepped out from behind Luffy, carrying the heavy Zhangba iron spear in one hand. His gaze was as calm as an ancient well, yet unfathomably deep.

"Luffy, you don't need to deal with these scum."

Ronan's voice was calm, but every word was squeezed through gritted teeth. "You guys watch from the sidelines. This spear was just sharpened, and it needs some dirty blood to be consecrated."

Zoro glanced at the chilling iron spear in Ronan's hand, loosened his grip on his sword, and said calmly:

"Then it's up to you, Ronan."

Ronan said nothing more.

He stomped his foot, and the person before them was no longer the gentle youth, but a tiger descending from the mountain.

With an unstoppable momentum, he charged down the blood-stained stone path towards the pirate horde below!

"That brat is coming down!"

"Alone? Is he looking for death!"

"Kill him! We'll step over his corpse to enter the village!"

Seeing only Ronan charging alone, the pirates broke into ferocious smiles.

In their eyes, this was meat delivered right to their doorstep.

The first few pirates, brandishing their large swords and axes, lunged at Ronan with monstrous yells.

Ronan's gaze sharpened, and in that instant, everything around him seemed to slow down.

The feeling of the wind brushing past his hair, the looseness of the gravel under his feet, the murky killing intent in the pirates' eyes...

[Host has entered combat mode. Cultivation Multiplier * 3]

The long-lost warmth surged again.

Faced with a large saber slashing towards him, Ronan advanced instead of retreating.

He gripped the butt of his spear with his right hand, his left hand sliding to the middle of the shaft. His waist and stance became one, his spine like a great dragon twisting, and a surge of immense power coursed through his right arm!

"Xingyi Great Spear Technique - Thunder on Flat Ground!"

"Bang!"

There was a sickening thud.

Ronan's eight-foot iron spear didn't stab with its tip. Instead, using the forward momentum, the shaft became like a black steel whip, swinging upwards from below in a powerful "lift" strike!

"Bang--Crack!"

The iron spear, weighing a hundred pounds, cut a black afterimage through the air and precisely smashed into the jaw of the saber-wielding pirate.

There was no suspense.

The pirate couldn't even scream before his entire body, as if hit by a galloping wild horse, had its neck instantly snapped.

His body flew more than three meters high from the immense impact, his saber flying from his grasp and spiraling into the distance.

One strike, instant death!

Ronan's movements didn't pause.

The moment he lifted the first man, he used the recoil of the spear shaft to flip his wrist.

The spear tip drew a deadly semicircle in the air, then pressed down fiercely like Mount Tai descending!

"Slap!"

The spear shaft heavily struck the head of another pirate attempting a sneak attack.

The pirate's head exploded like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer, brains and blood instantly splattering.

This lift and slap took only the blink of an eye.

Two ferocious pirates had already become cold corpses.

"Wh-what?!"

The pirates behind them were stunned by the brutal scene, their steps faltering.

They had initially thought he was just a kid waving a spear to scare people, but who knew the "weapon" he held was actually a hundred-pound harbinger of death!

"Don't be afraid! He's alone! The spear is too long and not agile! Get close and kill him!" Jango shouted from behind.

Several pirates, thinking themselves clever, immediately lowered their bodies, attempting to get inside the blind spots of Ronan's long spear.

A cold smile flickered across Ronan's lips.

"Naive."

The spear is not agile? That's because the person wielding it doesn't understand the "Great Spear Technique"!

Facing the enemies closing in, Ronan's iron spear didn't retract. Instead, it suddenly "shrank" back. The butt of the spear, like a viper's tongue flicking out, fiercely struck the chest of the sneak attacker behind him, instantly shattering the man's heart.

Immediately after, he gripped both hands at the end of the spear shaft, treating the entire eight-foot spear like a club. Using his waist to drive his arms, he spun like a whirlwind, sweeping through the enemy ranks!

"Sweep the Six Directions!"

"Whoosh--!!"

The heavy iron spear tore through the air, emitting a ghostly howl.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of crisp cracks of breaking bones made one's scalp tingle.

Those pirates who tried to get close were hit across the waist by the thick iron rod.

The immense kinetic energy instantly shattered their ribs, and their bodies, like rag dolls, were flung outwards, smashing violently against the rock walls on either side, sliding down as mere pulp.

At this moment, Ronan was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, or a flood dragon stirring the sea.

The iron spear in his hand would stab (like a viper emerging from its hole, striking the throat and retracting), grip (spinning the shaft to disarm), flick (bursting with power to crack enemy hands), or cleave (splitting like Hua Mountain, unstoppable).

The attack range of eight feet and eight inches was the absolute boundary between life and death.

Not a single pirate could withstand one of Ronan's spear thrusts.

No weapon could block the impact of that hundred-pound iron spear.

Blood stained the ground beneath Ronan's feet, and it also stained the dark shaft of the spear in his hand.