One Piece: With Sign-in System

At this moment, several warships grew ever closer, their masts emerging over the distant horizon of the sea.

"They're getting closer," Ron muttered.

Hearing his words, Zephyr and Ain both rose from their seats, turning their gazes in the direction of the incoming ships.

The atmosphere grew heavy.

Kuina stepped out of the cabin, noticing the somber expressions. She approached Ron and asked with a hint of confusion, "What's going on?"

"Admirals Aokiji and Kizaru are on their way," Ron replied calmly.

Kuina's expression immediately tensed.

"Aokiji and Kizaru? Together? Are they coming for us?"

"Most likely," Ron said with a nod.

"Should we run?"

"It might be too late for that," Ron answered, his voice steady.

"Then what's your plan?" Kuina asked, her tone a mix of concern and urgency. "Fight back or…"

Before she could finish, Ron's mind activated, and the entire Traveler began to ascend into the air. "I'll drop you all off in the sky first, then I'll go distract them. I'll catch up with you later," he said.

Zephyr nodded, his expression calm despite the circumstances. "It'll take about a day to reach Dressrosa from here. I'll wait for you there tomorrow."

After speaking, Zephyr leapt off the rising Traveler and landed gracefully on one of the ships below.

Ain walked up to Ron and hugged him. Under Kuina's stunned gaze, she gently kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear, "See you tomorrow. Don't die, okay?"

Then, with a light step, Ain leapt off the ship, her figure disappearing as she landed on one of the warships below.

Ron didn't react much to Ain's actions. Instead, he turned to Kuina, who was still frozen in shock. "Tell Conis to activate the laser shields. Until I return, keep a close watch and stay on guard."

Without waiting for her response, Ron's figure floated into the air, propelled by the powers of the Float-Float Fruit. Under Kuina's worried gaze, he soared towards the direction of the warships.

The Traveler continued its rapid ascent, soon reaching the sea of clouds high above. Hovering ten thousand meters above the ground, it stopped, hidden from view.

…

Far away, the incoming warships sliced through the waves.

Aokiji, wearing his signature Justice coat, let out a yawn as the sea breeze ruffled his hair. His demeanor was as lazy as ever.

"In weather like this, a good nap would be perfect," he muttered.

Standing beside him with his hands in his pockets, Kizaru glanced ahead. "While you're talking about naps, that troublesome guy has already shown himself," he remarked.

The moment his words fell—

Slash!

A fierce, devastating cross-shaped slash, several kilometers long, descended from the sky, targeting the warships.

"Oh my, taking the initiative? What a crazy guy," Kizaru said nonchalantly as he stared at the incoming sword strike, making no move to counter it.

On the other warships, two figures flashed into the air. Both moved simultaneously, intercepting and shattering the cross-shaped attack with precision.

After neutralizing the strike, Vice Admirals Doberman and Strawberry landed back on the deck of their respective ships.

All eyes on the warships turned upward.

In the distance, high in the sky, a black-haired youth dressed in a black coat appeared, holding a dark blade. He walked through the air as though it were solid ground, his eyes shut, his black hair flowing in the wind.

With each step he took towards the warships, an overwhelming pressure radiated outward. The naval elites aboard the ships felt the weight bearing down on their shoulders and hearts, leaving their hands cold and foreheads drenched in sweat.

"Such intense presence…"

Beside Kizaru, Sentomaru, who carried a large axe, stared at the black-haired youth, his heart pounding.

"So this is that crazy traveler, Ron!"

It was his first time seeing Ron in person, and he was even younger—and far stronger—than he had imagined.

"My, my. His aura has grown even stronger since the Drum Island incident," Kizaru said, keeping his gaze locked on Ron. "How terrifying…"

Doberman, with a cigar clenched between his teeth and a sword in hand, gazed at the black-haired youth in the sky. Beneath the brim of his hat, his eyes revealed a trace of emotion.

That boy from back then... He's grown to such a terrifying level now.

What a heavy and domineering slash...

"Is he alone? Did he come to buy time for his companions to escape?" Strawberry, his long beard swaying with the wind, asked in a deep voice. "Admiral Aokiji, what's the plan?"

"What's the plan?" Aokiji drawled lazily. "Isn't our biggest target standing right in front of us? The guy even came knocking on our door. You expect me to counter that with a cold shoulder?"

At his words, the elite Marines aboard the warships immediately straightened their posture. Raising their rifles, they aimed at Ron, who hovered high above.

The elite indeed lived up to their reputation. Most of them were shrouded in the black sheen of Armament Haki, a testament to their skill.

"Fire!"

At the shout of a Rear Admiral, the Marines pulled their triggers in unison. Countless Haki-coated bullets surged towards Ron like a violent storm.

Ron's black blade swept out horizontally in response.

A massive slash, carrying overwhelming sword aura and intent, spread out like a wide river of black, forming a barrier between him and the warships. The bullets struck the barrier but were completely neutralized, scattering uselessly into the sea.

Sentomaru, standing below, stomped his foot hard against the deck. His large, burly figure shot into the air, his giant axe raised above his head. With a mighty roar, he swung it down toward Ron.

"Take this!!"

In the next moment, something unbelievable happened.

Ron, his eyes still closed, casually reached out with his free left hand. His palm, wrapped in a faint sheen of Haki, caught Sentomaru's massive axe mid-swing as though it were a child's toy.

Despite using all his strength and Haki, Sentomaru couldn't budge an inch.

Sentomaru's pupils shrank dramatically.

What… what kind of monstrous strength is this?!

With a dismissive flick of his wrist, Ron swung the axe—and Sentomaru—downward. Like a meteor, Sentomaru was hurled toward the ocean at an even faster speed than his ascent. With a thunderous crash, he smashed into the sea, sending water spraying high into the air.

"Hey, isn't that one of your subordinates?" Aokiji casually pointed toward the impact site, turning to Kizaru. "Aren't you worried he might die?"

"If he got himself killed, that's his problem," Kizaru replied with a smirk. "Besides, he's not dead, is he?"

He looked up at Ron, his tone mocking yet wary. "If anyone else feels confident in their strength, they're welcome to challenge that monster. Just don't blame me for what happens."

Hearing Kizaru's words, the surrounding Marines wiped beads of cold sweat from their brows.

In the air, Ron remained as calm as ever. His black coat fluttered in the wind, his closed eyes giving him an otherworldly presence. His voice was cold and commanding.

"Weaklings… step aside."

"What did you say?!"

A Marine lieutenant's face twisted with rage. Just as he was about to retaliate—

An overwhelming, suffocating pressure erupted from Ron's body. The sheer force of his Conqueror's Haki swept across the battlefield, shaking heaven and earth alike.

The ocean below churned violently, waves scattering in all directions. The warships groaned under the pressure, and the sky above seemed to crack apart. Clouds disintegrated, revealing a spiderweb of crimson fissures that painted the heavens in a terrifying hue.

Under this cataclysmic pressure, Ron stood tall, his black hair dancing in the wind, his expression cold and detached. Holding his black blade in hand, he was like a monarch descending upon the world, overlooking all beneath him.

For a moment, the sea, sky, and earth seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

Ron's Conqueror's Haki had surged to a devastating peak, shaking the very fabric of the battlefield.

Thud.

The Marine lieutenant who had been enraged just moments ago collapsed to the deck. His face was frozen in terror, his eyes rolled back as he lost consciousness.

And then—

Thud! Thud! Thud!

One after another, the elite Marines aboard the warships succumbed to the pressure. Even officers with slightly stronger wills couldn't withstand the onslaught. Rows upon rows of Marines fell like harvested wheat, their bodies slumping to the ground.

"Conqueror's… Haki!"

One of the Rear Admirals barely managed to remain standing, but his face was pale with fear. Cold sweat streamed down his temples as he gazed at Ron in disbelief.

There were many in the New World who possessed Conqueror's Haki, but to wield it with such devastating strength was a rarity.

This level of power was on par with the Yonko.

How terrifying…

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