"Fixing a match? Uncle, this is not my style."
Ronan's eyes showed disdain. He was determined to suppress the red-haired man so that he could always dominate in the new era.
He wants to be an undefeated man in his life!!
Perhaps because he saw the resistance in Ronan's eyes, Petermoo curled his lips helplessly.
After a while, he uttered another sentence.
"After the deal is done, I'll give you half of what I earn."
"Master, you are really good at judging people!" Ronan couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
It's not that I don't have backbone, it's just that the salary I was paid as an intern was too little to spend, so I had no choice but to accept it.
"Shanks, let's decide the outcome with one move!"
"Huh?" Shanks, who was already breathless after being tricked by Ronan, gritted his teeth and said, "Great, that's exactly what I want!"
The crew members watching nearby also cheered: "Is the winner finally going to be decided? Go ahead, Shanks, don't lose face!"
"Good job, Ronan, be alert and don't get overturned by the headwind!"
For a moment, it was extremely lively and everyone was excited!
Seeing the atmosphere was getting so heated, Ronan also became serious, clenching his five fingers and looking at Shanks who was also serious across from him. In his slightly narrowed eyes, which looked contemptuous, a faint red light burst out.
"That's…?!"
Scopper Gaban, who was watching, was the first to speak. A few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his mouth opened wide as if he had seen something incredible.
Rayleigh's pupils also shrank slightly, and he stared at Ronan with a very serious expression: "No, he just has the potential. The advanced use of that level of Observation Haki is not something a kid of his age can master."
Roger was equally shocked, his smile faltering. "Looks like the next-generation king has met his match! Hahahahaha!"
At this time, Ronan was concentrating on his work, and he obviously didn't know how highly the three legendary pirates thought of him. He just tried to see more clearly the trajectory of Shanks's sword swing.
He was trying to anticipate.
As Shanks swung his strongest attack, Ronan only watched the sharp blade flash past the side of his cheek.
He saw a blurry "track" for a moment,
The path the knife will take.
"Nice slash Shanks, but too bad..."
"call..."
Ronan held his breath and concentrated, caught the backswing of Shanks's skill, and punched Shanks' stomach with his clenched fist. The muffled sound even made him a little dazed.
"vomit--"
Ronan was so angry that he vomited bile. He just relied on his strange strength to torture Shanks, a young boy.
"Plop—"
The figure of the young red-haired boy was staggering, his eyes were rolled back, and he looked like he was about to fall down.
"ah--"
Seeing that it was impossible for Shanks to stay awake, Ronan sighed.
Then he suddenly raised his fist high, with an exaggerated and perfunctory expression on his face.
"Ahhh, my fist hurts so much, was it the recoil? It hurts so much, I fainted from the pain, uh (sticks out tongue)."
Ronan looked back at everyone, then resolutely closed his eyes and fell to the ground. Coincidentally, he and Shanks landed on the ground at the same time, and both of them fell to the ground in a spread-eagle position.
Then,
The whole audience was silent.
"Fuck..." Petermoo couldn't hold it in and his nose was about to burst.
I let you act, so put a little more effort into it, you bastard!
Can you be more exaggerated?
With no other options, Petermoo had to bite the bullet and say, "Looks like it's a draw. Sorry everyone!"
"Eh???!!!"×N
At this moment, Buggy, who had just hidden away to count his private money, came out of the cabin and looked at Uncle Petermoo who was being beaten by the crew, Shanks who was motionless, and Ronan who was lying on the ground with his nose pinched.
I was completely stunned.
...
"Come on, Shanks, it's important to balance work and rest."
Ronan looked at Shanks who was doing squats with a barbell on his back and advised him kindly,
"Shut up, bastard! Put down the steel on your back before you talk to me!!!" Shanks roared with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. Even a good-tempered person like him could not help but be irritated by Ronan.
"Ah…hahahahahahahahaha!!!"
Ronan was speechless and could only smile awkwardly, then continued to do one-handed push-ups while carrying tons of steel.
"You two monsters! Can't you just be quiet for a while?" Buggy, who was standing aside, blushed when he heard the conversation between the two kings of curls.
Now he can only do curls with small dumbbells. Not to mention Ronan's monster physique, even Shanks can easily surpass him.
Shanks, stimulated by this, began to grow stronger like crazy. Then, while Ronan was training his body, he also stole a lot of results.
Even Buggy, the master of slacking off, complained a lot about the increased training intensity.
The following days were rather dull.
So the few joys that Ronan has every day are reading newspapers, fighting, training, and fishing.
However, he had so many things he wanted to learn that it was difficult to find time to fulfill his fishing hobby.
But this did not pose a problem for the clever Ronan.
"Hey! Ronan, you haven't caught anything yet?" Buggy lay beside him, watching Ronan sitting quietly on the edge of the boat with his eyes closed, motionless. "It's almost time for training, right?"
Hearing this, Ronan, who had just been practicing to expand the range of his Observation Haki, slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of red light disappeared from his pupils.
"Don't worry, you know when I didn't catch any fish before training?"
"But Shanks has already started..."
"Okay...I understand."
Ronan sighed and simply pulled out a pistol from his waist.
Have you ever heard of American fishing?
"Bang, bang, bang—"
A few sharp gunshots rang out, and soon several fish bellies floated on the sea, and there seemed to be wisps of gunpowder smoke.
Ronan swung the hook and immediately hooked up these unlucky guys, threw them into the fish basket, and carried them into the cabin on his back.
"Let's go, Buggy!"
"Wait for me!"
…
"Ronan has gotten stronger again."
"Yeah, it's a monster. It reminds me of someone."
"I suppose you mean to say, Redfield?"
"Um... almost, but actually I wanted to talk about Whitebeard."
On the deck, many crew members were discussing the little guy who was fighting with the second-in-command, Dark King Rayleigh, including Shanks and Buggy in the front row.
"That guy Ronan, there's no way he can be defeated."
"Don't be so pessimistic, Buggy. We will definitely become stronger in the future." Perhaps because he had been hit so many times by Ronan, Shanks gradually calmed down from his initial anger and returned to his original easygoing temperament.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Shanks? We will become stronger, but won't Ronan become stronger?" Buggy said that he was not comforted, but wanted to give up on himself.
Having Shanks on board was already a big blow to him. Almost everyone was optimistic about him, and Buggy could only be a supporting role.
Now that Ronan has popped up again, it's hard not to feel despair.
"Don't be so dejected! Look, Ronan and the vice-captain's sparring has begun!"