One Piece: With Sign-in System

Under the intense aura from Kizaru, Kuma and especially in the presence of Ron, the pressure in the air was suffocating.

The floating rubble around Ron shattered one after another, unable to withstand the overwhelming tension.

The air vibrated, and gusts of wind, generated from the colliding auras, surged out like waves, sweeping in all directions.

Even Vice Admiral Doberman, standing closer to the trio, felt the crushing pressure despite his own resilience. As for the reporters in the distance, they were already struggling to maintain their footing.

At the heart of the battlefield, Ron's crimson eyes burned like molten embers, radiating an ominous, untamed power.

Hum!

A surge of Level IV Conqueror's Haki erupted from him, an overwhelming force that tore through the air like a crimson tempest. The blood-red shockwave roared outward, obliterating the suffocating auras of both Kizaru and Kuma. The ripple surged across the battlefield, swallowing everything in its path with an unstoppable, awe-inspiring fury.

Wherever it passed, humans and animals alike were overwhelmed by the soul-shaking pressure, collapsing unconscious.

Reporters far in the distance rolled their eyes and fainted. Predatory lapahns hidden in the mountains succumbed one after another. Even villagers far from the battlefield dropped to the ground in droves.

On the porch of her treehouse, Chopper and Dr. Kureha also fell unconscious, unable to resist the oppressive force.

The Conqueror's Haki spread across half of Drum Island, causing crimson lightning to streak across the sky like an ominous portent.

Even Vice Admiral Doberman faltered under the overwhelming pressure. His mind wavered momentarily before he snapped back to reality, his gaze locking onto the black-haired figure. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Conqueror's… Haki!" he muttered, his voice trembling.

"Oh~ As expected~ You've awakened it," Kizaru remarked in his usual tone.

Kuma remained silent.

With the reporters unconscious, the live broadcast abruptly cut off.

Countless viewers stared at their now-blank screens, momentarily stunned before erupting in frustration.

"What's going on?! What's with the blackout?!"

"The fight just got to the good part! Damn it!"

"What happens next?! I need to know!"

"That last image… It felt so tragic. Damn, I think I'm starting to become a fan of that guy."

"Calm down! He's just a criminal!"

"But has he actually done anything bad? It's the Marines who attacked him first!"

"Well… uh…"

Meanwhile, Morgans was also in a frenzy. "What's happening?! Get me a connection to those reporters immediately!"

Unfortunately for him, those reporters were out cold, rendered unconscious by the overwhelming Conqueror's Haki.

The next stage of this earth-shaking battle would be witnessed by very few.

…

Back on Drum Island, only a third of the once-magnificent Drum Peak remained as the battlefield descended further into chaos.

Boom!

Ron deflected one of Kizaru's laser beams, but the resulting explosion sent him skidding back over ten meters.

From above, Doberman, fully coated in Armament Haki, leaped high into the air. With both hands gripping his blade, he swung down with deadly intent.

Ron's crimson eyes gleamed sharply as his figure, shrouded in blood-colored steam, vanished in an instant, reappearing beside the Vice Admiral.

In Doberman's slightly widened eyes, Ron's leg whipped out like a viper.

Bang!

A devastating sidekick landed on Doberman's waist, sending him flying like a cannonball. He crashed through the dense forest, smashing countless trees before slamming into a distant snowy mountain. The mountain collapsed from the impact, triggering a massive avalanche.

Swish!

Kizaru appeared directly above Ron, his right foot radiating with blinding light as he kicked downward.

Ron, still hovering mid-air, didn't even glance upward. With a slight tilt, he narrowly dodged the incoming attack.

Kizaru's foot struck the ground below, unleashing a radiant laser that detonated on impact.

Boom!

The earth erupted in a violent explosion, winds howling in all directions.

Ron retaliated swiftly, slashing upward with his black blade toward Kizaru. The Admiral dodged with a burst of speed, but the slash continued, tearing apart the heavy, overcast sky and splitting it in two. Sunlight streamed down onto the snow-covered Drum Island.

Kuma raised his paw and aimed it at Ron.

"Bear Paw Shockwave."

Sensing the incoming force, Ron extended his free left hand toward the surroundings, his fingers clenching tightly in mid-air.

In an instant, the fierce blizzard swirling around him converged with countless shards of broken stone, forming a colossal snow-and-stone dragon over a hundred meters long.

The dragon roared as it surged toward the incoming shockwave!

Boom!

The collision of these two forces erupted like a thunderclap.

A shockwave radiated outward, obliterating the snow and debris within a thousand-meter radius.

The mighty dragon, formed of snow and stone, shattered piece by piece under the overwhelming impact!

Above, Kizaru crossed his arms, light gathering rapidly around his fingers as he unleashed his attack.

"Yasakani no Magatama!"

Under the relentless barrage of dazzling light projectiles from Kizaru, Ron was forced underground. The ground caved further under the attack, sinking dozens of meters deeper. The battlefield's center was now nearly a bottomless pit, a stark transformation from its original state.

Standing at the edge of the pit, Kizaru, clad in his Justice coat, pointed his glowing finger into the darkness below.

"Well, it seems this is where it ends," he remarked with his usual laid-back tone, firing a laser beam into the pit.

From the depths came a resounding cry.

"Water Blade Strike!"

A pitch-black slash as thin as a thread of silk shot upward, slicing through the incoming laser effortlessly. Following this, several razor-sharp slashes burst forth from the ground, cutting through the earth with surgical precision. The tremors spread outward, and Doberman, crawling out from the rubble of the shattered mountainside, froze in disbelief.

The scene before him was surreal—over a radius of several dozen kilometers, the ground had been meticulously carved into enormous cubic sections, each approximately a hundred meters in size. These colossal blocks now floated skyward like weightless lanterns. At the epicenter of it all, Ron stood suspended in mid-air, his black hair billowing in the wind and his dark coat fluttering. The black sword in his hand gleamed ominously, and overhead, the massive stone blocks loomed like a constellation in the sky.

The sight was nothing short of breathtaking.

With a mere thought, Ron summoned all the snow blanketing the island. The icy particles swirled toward him, forming a colossal blizzard dragon that coiled protectively around him, its sheer size extending a thousand meters.

Kizaru tilted his head, hands in his pockets, and let out a sigh.

"Ah, so persistent. Looks like I'll have to request a pay raise from the Fleet Admiral after this."

Suddenly, one of the gigantic stone cubes, having risen thousands of meters, succumbed to gravity and plummeted downward like a meteor. 

With a single palm strike, Kuma obliterated the falling cube into a shower of debris that rained across the battlefield. Yet this was only the prelude. The remaining floating blocks, one after another, began their descent like an apocalyptic barrage.

"He's trying to destroy the entire island!" Doberman gritted his teeth, launching himself at one of the massive blocks, his fist clad in Armament Haki.

Kuma redirected his focus to intercept the falling blocks, using his immense strength to prevent further devastation.

Meanwhile, Kizaru conjured his light-forged sword, the Ame no Murakumo, clashing head-on with the enormous blizzard dragon surrounding Ron. The dragon erupted into a storm of snowflakes, which enveloped Kizaru, forming a towering snow mountain in mere moments.

For a brief time, it seemed that Kizaru had been subdued. However, piercing golden beams soon erupted from within the snowy tomb. With a loud explosion, the mountain crumbled, revealing Kizaru, unscathed but visibly perturbed.

Before Kizaru could recover, Ron descended from above, both hands gripping his black blade, unleashing a devastating strike.

"Inferno Tiger!"

A massive black-flamed tiger, imbued with Conqueror's Haki, roared and charged toward Kizaru, consuming him in its ferocious flames. The tiger crashed into what remained of Drum Island's iconic mountain, shattering it completely. The ground trembled, and the final third of the mountain disintegrated into rubble.

Breathing heavily, his face pale but resolute, Ron wasted no time. He raised his hands and pulled all the scattered debris on the island toward Kizaru. In seconds, the rubble formed a towering mountain, its structure chaotic yet imposing.

Though the new mountain could only hold Kizaru for a few seconds, it was enough for Ron. With a swift move, he reappeared before Kuma, his blade slicing toward the towering figure.

In the midst of their clash, Ron's crimson eyes glowed as he questioned coldly,

"Where did you send them?"

Kuma, deflecting Ron's strike with a shockwave from his paw, answered solemnly,

"The Sabaody Archipelago, to Silvers Rayleigh."

Ron's eyes flickered momentarily, but his focus remained unshaken.

The mountain trapping Kizaru was suddenly obliterated as a golden laser beam shot through its core. Reassembling himself from particles of light, Kizaru emerged, his clothes slightly disheveled but otherwise unharmed.

With a deep inhale, Ron surged his Armament Haki through the black blade, forcing back Kuma with an overwhelming slash. Sheathing his sword momentarily, he hardened both his arms with Haki and slammed them into the ground.

The earth trembled violently as massive cracks radiated outward from the spot Ron had struck. Giant chunks of stone tore free from the ground, defying gravity as they floated into the air.

"Oh? Planning to try that trick again?" Kizaru's sly grin widened as he raised a glowing finger.

In the blink of an eye, countless laser beams shot from his fingertips, shattering the floating boulders into fragments. However, even as they splintered, the debris refused to fall, instead lingering mid-air, spinning faster and faster.

The shards soon coalesced into a terrifying whirlwind of stone. The tornado of jagged fragments surged toward Kizaru, the high-speed shards punching through his light-formed body with a sound akin to gunfire.

"Attacks without Haki won't work on me…" Kizaru began, his tone dripping with smug certainty.

Before he could finish the thought, a sharp fragment grazed his cheek, leaving a thin line of crimson.

Kizaru raised a hand to touch his face, his fingers coming away smeared with blood. His eyes narrowed slightly as he muttered,

"Hiding Haki-infused stones among the debris… Clever trick."

A smirk formed on his lips.

"But did you really think such a little stunt could take me down? That's a bit too naïve, don't you think?"

Bringing his hands together, Kizaru began to gather light between his palms. A blinding glow emerged, growing in intensity until it rivaled the sun itself.

"Yata Mirror," he said coldly.

The radiant light exploded outward, countless beams scattering in all directions. It was as if the very sun had descended to the battlefield, flooding the area with its searing brilliance. The torrent of light obliterated the swirling debris, reducing the stones to fine dust that drifted gently to the ground.

As the dust settled, Kizaru scanned the area for his opponent, only to realize that Ron had vanished. Even when he expanded his Observation Haki, the young swordsman's presence remained elusive.

Clicking his tongue in mild annoyance, Kizaru descended to the ground, positioning himself just ahead of Kuma. He jammed his hands back into his pockets, his gaze fixed on the abyss where Ron had once stood.

"So he slipped away during that little distraction, huh?" Kizaru muttered, his lips curling in slight irritation. "How troublesome."

…

Far above, thousands of meters in the sky.

The Traveler cut through the air en route to the Sabaody Archipelago.

On the deck, Ron lay sprawled out, gasping for breath. His body was battered, and his clothes were torn, but his eyes still burned with a fierce determination.

"That damn yellow monkey…" he muttered between ragged breaths. "He really doesn't go down easy…"

The fight had been exhausting, but the battle wasn't over yet—not for Ron.