Shanks's Fury (44)

Under the gloomy sky, the sea, black as onyx and reflecting flashes of lightning, was split apart by a massive pirate ship. Ripples spread across the fractured mirror-like surface, making the figures aboard indistinct.

But there was no need to see their faces clearly. It was enough to notice the skull painted on the wind-billowed main sail, with three scars over its left eye.

The Red Force!

"Red-Haired" Shanks!

"Heh! So that's how it is. I didn't expect him to come too."

Ron folded his arms across his chest, turning his head slightly as he cast a sidelong glance over.

"Admiral, should we...?"

The warship led by Onigumo moved closer, and he asked in a low voice.

As the saying went, strike first to gain the advantage!

They could not afford to be careless when facing the former "Four Emperor," Shanks.

Most of the fleet's cannon ammunition had been exhausted, but they should not forget that they were aboard War Beasts!

Aside from cannons, each ship carried over a dozen Plasma Cannon shotguns for close-range fighting, known among pirates as "battlefield harvesters," as well as compact Railguns installed through Akainu's lavish efforts!

A concentrated volley from five warships would be more than enough to destroy any famous vessel, unless it possessed an absurd Fruit Ability like Whitebeard's.

"No need! I said it before: whoever comes, dies."

Ron stopped him calmly and chuckled. "I trust Shanks won't think I'm joking. If he dares make a move, I'll kill someone!"

Ron never joked when it came to pirates.

He was a man of principles. He would never spare anyone for some absurd reason like "admiration."

Onigumo nodded at that and stood at the bow, waiting for the other side to approach.

Strictly speaking, Ron could not be considered a Hawk Faction Officer,