One Piece: With Sign-in System

The World Government.

The Marines Headquarters.

The Four Emperors of the New World.

The Seven Warlords of the Sea.

Nations across the world.

And countless pirate supernovas—all were paying close attention to this battle.

After six months of silence, Ron and his crew had reappeared on the Grand Line, and the world was eager to gauge their strength. Both Ron's own power and the capabilities of his subordinates were now the focus of global attention.

…

Totto Land - Big Mom's Territory…

"So, that's Nico Robin?"

Big Mom stared at the live broadcast while stuffing her mouth with cake. Her sharp gaze fixated on Robin, dismissing the rest of the crew as insignificant. To her, their combined strength wouldn't even match a single one of her three Sweet Commanders.

Beside her, Katakuri watched the broadcast intently. Unlike his mother, he found Ron and his crew rather intriguing.

…

Suddenly, the screen lit up with an intense burst of light over Drum Island. In the next moment, countless beams of dazzling energy rained down from the sky, targeting a specific area below.

"That's Admiral Kizaru's Yasakani no Magatama," Garp remarked from within Marine Headquarters. He leaned back, munching on senbei while watching the large screen before him.

Around him stood several Vice Admirals, including Momousagi, Chaton, Momonga, Hina, and Vice Admiral Tsuru. All eyes were locked on the broadcast.

On the screen, a massive black cross-shaped slash surged upward, meeting the descending light projectiles head-on.

The slash tore through the light attacks and shot straight toward the sky, forcing Kizaru to teleport away. The black energy continued upward, cleaving through the dark clouds above Drum Island, splitting them into four distinct pieces.

Chaton couldn't hide his astonishment.

"That brat's swordsmanship has advanced so much?!"

"Just a few years ago, he was training under Momonga, and now..." Chaton glanced toward Momonga, smirking. "Momonga, looks like you're no match for him anymore, huh?"

Momonga's face twitched at the comment, drawing a few stifled laughs from those around him.

Back on the screen, Ron and Kizaru were now clearly visible in the air. One held a massive black blade, while the other wielded a glowing sword over two meters long.

They stood in midair, facing off from a distance. Above them, the once-dense storm clouds had scattered, and snowflakes, suspended in the air, were disintegrating under the pressure of their confrontation.

Even through the screen, viewers could feel the suffocating tension between these two powerhouses. Across the world, countless spectators gulped nervously, sweat forming on their brows.

What would happen next?

…

Floating amidst the shattered remnants of Drum Island's mountainous terrain, Ron and Kizaru locked eyes.

"Your crew is impressive," Kizaru commented casually, glancing down at the battlefield. "Managing to hold off two Vice Admirals is no small feat."

He paused, smirking. "But once Bartholomew Kuma steps in, they'll all be finished."

In response, Ron's expression remained impassive. Standing in midair as if it were solid ground, he calmly extended his hand. The air rippled like water, and three swords materialized, their hilts hovering near him with their blades pointed downward.

Raikiri.

Oto.

Kogarashi.

Each sword radiated a powerful aura, and together with the Shusui in Ron's hand, this display would drive any swordsman into envy.

"Ah, the legacy of Golden Lion Shiki, I see," Kizaru mused. "So, you're relying on these to defeat me?"

With a tilt of his head, Kizaru raised his leg. In an instant, his foot transformed into light, elongating into a beam that stretched hundreds of meters toward Ron's neck.

The attack came faster than any observer could react, leaving barely a fraction of a second to respond.

"You've ever been kicked at the speed of light?" Kizaru taunted, repeating his infamous line. This time, the speed of his attack was nearly double its previous velocity.

For anyone without the highest level of Observation Haki—those capable of seeing brief glimpses into the future—this strike was unavoidable.

Yet, as Kizaru's attack was about to connect, Ron vanished.

The massive beam of light continued its trajectory, slicing through the air with incredible force. Far in the distance, it struck another peak on Drum Island, obliterating its upper half in a deafening collapse.

"Hmm?"

Kizaru retracted his leg, a flicker of surprise flashing across his usually indifferent expression.

To think someone could evade that kick?

High above, Ron hovered, his gaze shifting briefly to the collapsing mountain peak below.

Such terrifying power… If that kick had landed, it wouldn't have been pretty.

A moment ago, Ron had simultaneously activated Level 4 Transparent World and Level 5 Observation Haki, sensing the imminent danger. The moment Kizaru's leg moved, Ron used Shave to dodge in the nick of time.

He now fixed his sharp eyes on Kizaru, narrowing them slightly.

This monkey… seems like he's getting serious now.

…

Kizaru's kick and Ron's evasion had occurred in a mere instant. Many spectators watching the broadcast blinked, and suddenly, Ron had vanished from his previous position, replaced by a collapsing mountain.

As for Kizaru, he appeared as if he hadn't moved at all.

"Uh… just now… what happened?"

"No idea."

"I didn't catch it."

"How did that mountain suddenly collapse? Did those two do it? What's going on?"

The vast majority of people watching were utterly confused. Even pirates with bounties in the tens of millions of berries failed to comprehend what had transpired.

However, a select few true elites had either witnessed or deduced the events. They now stared at the screen with grave and focused expressions.

"To evade Kizaru's attack like that…"

…

New World – Somewhere on a Remote Island

In a dimly lit bar, the Red-Haired Pirates were gathered, drinks in hand, gazing at a similar screen. The vibrant, unmistakable red hair of Shanks stood out as he casually sipped his drink, his gaze fixed on the unfolding battle.

Beside him, Benn Beckman exhaled a cloud of smoke, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied the black-clad figure of Ron.

"Captain, what's your take?"

"What's my take?" Shanks smiled faintly, setting his drink down. "Hmm… not bad. Solid prediction."

Across the room, Roux, busy stuffing his mouth with food, nodded in agreement. "Quick on his feet too!"

"But his attacks still aren't fast enough."

Yasopp chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "If he wants to take down someone like Kizaru, it'll be pretty tough."