Zoro's forehead veins bulged as his hand pressed down on his sword hilt.
He suddenly remembered the massive debt he still owed Nami. Now that his clothes were ruined too, that meant one thing—
More money spent.
"BASTARDS!!!"
A roar filled with poverty and rage tore through the night sky.
Zoro sprang to his feet. All three swords slid from their sheaths at once, icy light flashing under the moon:
"You dare ruin my clothes?! Do you trash know how much money clothes cost?! I don't have spare beli lying around!!"
"COME DIE!!!"
Before the words even finished, Zoro vanished from the rooftop.
"Three-Sword Style!!"
Like a starving tiger descending the mountain, he charged straight into the densest part of the crowd.
Green sword energy exploded. As three famed blades danced, streaks of blood bloomed instantly in the air.
"AAAAH!!"
Screams blended together.
Wherever Zoro passed, guns snapped in half and bodies were sent flying.
No one could see his movements—only a green whirlwind ripping wildly through the crowd.
"Unforgivable…"
On the other side, Sanji lowered his head. His bangs hid his eyes, but the hellish resentment pouring off him made the temperature drop.
"How am I supposed to appear in front of Nami-san looking like this…"
"You tasteless bastards!!"
Sanji leapt up violently, his body tracing an elegant yet lethal arc through the air.
"Shoulder! Back! Belly!!"
His legs became black battle-axes. Every kick landed with the crisp crack of shattering bones.
The physiques these bounty hunters were so proud of crumpled like scarecrows before him.
"I really did get carried away…"
Sanji sent a two-hundred-pound brute flying more than ten meters, then casually straightened his shredded tie and muttered self-mockingly:
"Mastering the Thirteen Guardians Body Tempering really does make you arrogant. I'll have to remember to protect my clothes next time."
On the ground, Ronan watched the two men fall into full rampage mode and smiled faintly.
"Since we're done pretending, there's no need for me to hold back either."
Ronan stopped dodging.
He gripped the middle of the ebony staff with both hands, sank his center of gravity, and unleashed a surging presence.
"Xingyi Spear — Embrace the Tiger, Push the Mountain!!"
"WOOOM—!!"
The heavy staff swept out with a terrifying roar of torn air.
The weapon hadn't even arrived yet—the shockwave already had.
"BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!"
A chain of dull impacts rang out.
Seven or eight bounty hunters were sent flying in perfect unison, as if struck by a speeding truck. Every weapon in their hands shattered from"the shock."
Under Ronan's wide, crushing staff techniques, no one could withstand a single strike.
Whether blocking with blades or trying to tank it with their bodies, the result was always shattered bones and ruptured tendons.
This wasn't a battle.
More accurately, it was cleanup.
In just a few breaths—
The once-noisy plaza returned to deathly silence.
Over three hundred bounty hunters lay scattered across the ground, moaning in agony. Not a single one could stand.
Under the moonlight, only three figures stood tall.
Zoro flicked the blood from his blades. Sanji dusted off his pant legs. Ronan leaned on his ebony staff, expression calm.
The sight left the four Baroque Works officers watching nearby—Igaram, Vivi, Mr.9, and Miss Monday—completely dumbfounded.
"H-how can they be this strong?!"
Vivi covered her mouth, her blue eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
She'd thought they were merely pirates with brute strength. She never imagined power at this level.
"Three hundred people… wiped out in under a minute?" Mr.9's metal bat clattered from his hands.
"Don't panic!"
Though sweat poured down Igaram's face, his experience as a veteran agent (and bodyguard) showed.
"They're strong, but there are only three of them! That kind of explosive fighting must've drained a lot of stamina!"
Gritting his teeth, Igaram's eyes flashed strangely:
"It seems… we have to take action ourselves! As long as we kill them, those fifty million are ours!"
"Exactly!"
Miss Monday cracked her joints, loud pops echoing.
Watching these people still brimming with confidence and ready to fight back, Ronan tilted his head.
He glanced at Zoro and Sanji, puzzled:
"Hey… are they stupid, or did we act too gently and still get underestimated?"
"Who knows."
Zoro yawned, slinging Wado Ichimonji over his shoulder, utterly indifferent:
"What does it matter? Just a minor interruption. If they want to die, we'll grant their wish."
"Well, um…"
At that moment, Sanji suddenly twisted his body, heart-shaped eyes popping out as his gaze locked onto Vivi:
"Honestly, I really don't want to be enemies with such a beautiful lady~ If it's love captivity, I'd be more than happy…"
"Shut up."
Zoro shot Sanji a look of pure disgust, like he was staring at unrecyclable trash:
"Then stay out of the way and don't be a nuisance, you perverted cook."
"What did you say?!"
Sanji exploded instantly, a cross-shaped vein bulging on his forehead. He grabbed Zoro's collar and smashed his forehead forward.
"Damn moss-head!! You wanna fight?!"
"Bring it on! I didn't get enough killing done earlier!"
Watching the two idiots bickering right in front of the enemy lines, Ronan sighed helplessly.
Then he leveled his ebony staff at Igaram and the others, his gaze turning cold.
"Since you're all so eager to die…"
"Then stop wasting time. Come at us together."
"Hmph, don't get too cocky, pirates."
At Igaram's signal, Mr.9 forcibly suppressed his terror of these three monsters.
He tightened his grip on the metal bat and struck what he thought was a cool pose. His voice trembled, but he raised it anyway:
"You should know this—within Baroque Works, the smaller the number, the stronger the agent!"
He waved his finger at Zoro and Ronan, forcing a show of arrogance:
"We're single-digit elite operatives!"
"That means the trash you just took out can't even be compared to us!"
Zoro snorted, hearing words that sounded like children bragging.
He rested Yubashiri on his shoulder and lightly tapped the Third Generation Kitetsu at his waist, eyes mocking:
"In a fight… you need titles to give yourself courage? How boring."
His gaze pierced straight through Mr.9's bluster:
"On this sea, the winner is king."
"That's all there is to it."
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