PIRATES: I WORK IN NAVY FROM NINE TO FIVE

"Got it, Mom!"

Weevil gave a loud sniff, raising his enormous naginata high overhead. With a howl, he brought it crashing down toward Luo Yu.

This strike was far fiercer than the last—its sheer force howling through the ruins like a thunderclap.

"Admiral Luo Yu, look out!"

Vice Admiral Momonga's face went pale as he shouted the warning. Luo Yu, however, stood still as a mountain, unshaken.

Not far off, Miss Bakkin was already grinning in anticipation.

Only Luo Yu remained unmoved—as if unaware of the incoming strike.

BOOM!

A radiant golden light burst from Luo Yu's body.

The colossal naginata strike smashed down—only to be abruptly halted.

The resulting shockwave roared outward like a reverse hurricane, rattling the ruins around them.

A massive golden Thousand-Hand Guanyin, nearly five or six meters tall, rapidly materialized behind Luo Yu, its brilliance illuminating the battlefield.

"A Devil Fruit user?"

Miss Bakkin's smile froze, her eyes flashing with surprise. But she quickly forced a sneer.

"No wonder this newbie acts so cocky. Let's see what you're really made of. Weevil, get serious!"

"Don't worry, Mom! I'll definitely kill him! That way, Dad will finally see how strong I am!"

Weevil's voice boomed like a drum as he gripped his weapon tighter, a harsh screech echoing as the blade sliced the air.

CRACK!

A massive shockwave erupted as his slash tore the earth apart, barreling toward Luo Yu with unstoppable force.

Everything in its path was left shattered and broken.

From a hundred meters away, Momonga, already battered, watched with clenched teeth.

If any of the three veteran admirals had arrived, he wouldn't have worried. But facing a newcomer like Luo Yu, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

After all, he'd taken that same slash earlier—and nearly died.

But before he could act—

"Vice Admiral Momonga, we need to fall back! I thought Admiral Luo Yu might hold back—but seeing him make the first move, he clearly won't be burdened by that kind of hesitation!"

Smoker rushed in, supporting Momonga as they retreated swiftly.

Around them, the Marines were already evacuating the wounded civilians.

The sudden shift in the tide stunned even Miss Bakkin and Cavendish.

"What the hell does 'relieving psychological pressure' mean?"

"And what's with this scene? What is happening?"

Still, Cavendish, who had previously tasted Luo Yu's power firsthand, quickly chose to follow the others in retreat.

He had barely backed away ten meters when he turned to glance back—and saw it.

A gilded palm, shining bright as flame, extended forward and caught Weevil's destructive slash midair.

BOOM!

The fifteen-meter-long slash was halted—then with a single squeeze of five golden fingers, shattered into pieces.

Wind blasted in all directions.

Cavendish's pupils shrank in disbelief.

But before he could even react, hundreds of golden arms unfurled like lotus blossoms behind Luo Yu, transforming into an endless storm of fists.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Weevil, just about to close the distance, froze as the skies above suddenly filled with raining golden fists.

His expression changed as panic finally set in.

He howled and swung his naginata wildly, slashing in every direction.

Steel and fist collided in midair, the entire battlefield shaking violently.

Explosive shockwaves surged outward like hurricanes, pulverizing the ruins within a hundred-meter radius.

Even Momonga, watching from hundreds of meters away, felt dizzy just trying to follow the attacks.

He was just about to stop and observe—only for Smoker to forcibly drag him farther.

A ridiculous thought formed in his mind:

"Is even a few hundred meters... still not safe?"

Even Miss Bakkin's face had begun to stiffen.

She had thought this rookie admiral would be a pushover.

She was wrong.

Strike after strike had been effortlessly blocked.

Things were not going according to plan.

Still, with no other options, Miss Bakkin pressed on.

Even if they were just in the candidacy phase, they had to win some prestige before the Warlord title became official.

She tightened her grip on her cane and sneered coldly.

"Hmph! So that's all the great admiral has? If that's your best, then you've really lowered the bar for the title."

"Is that so?" Luo Yu responded calmly.

He looked up at Weevil, still locked in a savage brawl with the Hundred-Hand Guanyin, as golden light once more pulsed across his body.

But this time…

That golden light was tainted red.

"Wrath."

Luo Yu uttered a single word.

And in that instant, the blood-colored light exploded outward, condensing into a towering, furious Vajra Guardian, its eyes wide with divine rage—seven to eight meters tall.

As the golden Guanyin's arms clashed with Weevil, the blood-red Vajra roared into being.

With its eyes glowing, it unleashed a fresh volley of devastating blows.

Fist after fist rained down from two divine avatars.

The oppressive power was enough to make the very air tremble.

Within moments, Weevil was completely engulfed.

Then—

BOOM!

The thousands of converging fists finally broke through Weevil's defenses, smashing directly into his chest.

A thunderous crash rang out as he was blasted away like a cannonball, flying hundreds of meters before slamming into a distant clock tower.

Shockwaves surged outward.

Miss Bakkin stared, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Is this some kind of combined male-female Buddha-style attack?!"

This was far beyond what she had expected.

And the fists… they were still coming.

"Weevil! Use your full-body Armament Haki! These attacks are nothing—just tickles!"

"Got it, Mom!"

Weevil gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand.

Jet-black Armament Haki swiftly coated his entire body.

But—

Just then, a terrifying aura erupted from Luo Yu's body.

A blood-red surge of Conqueror's Haki exploded forth like a tidal wave, blasting through the air and sky.

Even from thousands of meters away, Momonga's face went pale.

All around him, Marines staggered and dropped to their knees.

In the sky, a crimson qilin-shaped beast took form, writhing in the clouds like a divine judgment.

A chill ran down every spine.

This wasn't just Haki anymore.

This was calamity.

And the most terrifying part?

Luo Yu hadn't moved an inch this entire time.

Under the shadow of the crimson beast, Miss Bakkin's smugness shattered.

She may have been a relic of the old era, without much power left—but her eyesight was sharp.

She looked at the beast overhead and panicked.

"Admiral Luo Yu, wait! Weevil is the World Government's selected candidate for Warlord! He's just a child—you can't treat him like this!"

"A child?" Luo Yu took another swig from his rustic flask, then smiled faintly.

"I know. He's a child."

"I haven't even laid a hand on him."

"Looks like the heavens are the ones who've had enough."