"ha?"
Before Ronan could react, Buggy jumped up first, smacked his lips and made an exaggerated expression.
"Shanks, what are you thinking? Even if you're being stubborn, there's a limit. How could you possibly be a match for Ronan?!"
Although these words were a bit hurtful, Shanks himself had to admit that the gap between his current strength and Ronan was indeed too big.
At the same age of 13, Ronan has already begun to touch the threshold of the Conqueror's Haki.
As for himself, even though he tried his best, he only had a vague sense of dominance, but he couldn't even put it into practice.
However, sometimes becoming stronger means taking on challenges.
"I see..."
Ronan smiled knowingly, Shanks was treating it as an experience pack.
But it is true that the fastest way to increase your strength is to fight with someone who is one level stronger than you.
You won't get nothing out of it like a weak opponent, but you won't be too ambitious because the gap is too big.
"Since you are so determined, then come on."
Ronan looked at Shanks, who was much shorter than him, and suddenly an idea came to him, and he became playful.
He recalled the duel between the two a few years ago.
That is the legendary,
"I'm sorry, but I don't have a smaller knife than this."
But after searching everywhere, Ronan only had a spear and a long sword on him, and there was no trace of the small dagger.
"Um..."
Finally, after thinking for a long time, Ronan made full use of his combat wisdom and found a substitute for the knife on the clothesline at the stern.
A pair of big shorts.
"Ronan!"
Shanks took a step forward, holding the sword in both hands, his voice full of youthful vigor. Should we say he is worthy of being the future Four Emperors, naturally possessing the courage to swing the sword against the stronger ones?
"Accept my challenge!"
Ronan ignored his passionate speech and walked leisurely to the clothesline, taking off a pair of his freshly washed underwear.
Under the confused gaze of Buggy and Shanks,
After shaking it, twist it into a rope, and then,
"Zheng——"
A pitch-black Armament Haki clings to it! (Armament Haki: If I had known it would be entangled like this, I would rather have rotted in my body...)
"Sorry, I don't have any smaller pants than these."
Originally, Shanks was still full of excitement, immersed in the upcoming battle, and kept thinking about how to find Ronan's flaws.
But when he saw him harden a pair of pants with his Armament Haki, ready to fight him, he admitted that he still couldn't hold back.
"But… Damn it!"
"Ronan, you bastard!!"
"There's a limit to looking down on others!!!"
Last time I used a knife, now I just use my shorts, I don't even need to act!
As a friend who had lived and fought together for five years, he knew Ronan's strength.
Whether it is gunmanship, physical skills, swordsmanship, domineering... everything related to combat, Ronan can be said to be proficient in it all, and his attainments are very high.
Every time he faces a different enemy, he can always use the most appropriate fighting method instantly.
Even with bare hands, he had seen Ronan's armed color attached to his fists, relying on his extraordinary strength to break through the siege, and he also asked the masters of physical skills on the ship for advice.
But now that it's his turn to deal with me, he just found a pair of shorts to harden himself?
Shanks received 10,000 critical hits.
Is it Ronan's bad taste, or does he think that the most suitable thing to deal with him is his pants?
What a joke!
To deal with me, even if you don't have to use your spearmanship and super strength that you are so proud of, at least use the long sword at your waist, you bastard!!!
Shanks held the long sword tightly in his hand, as if to fight for his pride, and used all the swordsmanship he had inherited from his master and Roger. His sharp eyes were completely unlike those of a little kid.
After all, he was the "next generation king" praised by Roger. Even if he was not as abnormal as Ronan, he was still the best among his peers. The long sword in his hand had a faint sword light.
That was a sign of becoming a swordsman.
"Nice sword moves."
Ronan didn't move a step, and didn't even activate the foresight function. He just looked at Shanks rushing towards him with his fighting instinct.
This casual action even gave Shanks an illusion.
Can hit!
There is a possibility of victory!
Even you, Ronan, are not completely invincible!!!
bite--!
The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the arena. As Buggy watched from the side, Shanks's fierce full-strength slash hit Ronan's...
Forehead,
On the pants.
Shanks's originally confident face suddenly showed a look of surprise.
When was it blocked?
Even Buggy, who was watching the fight nearby, was caught off guard by this scene.
Shanks opened his mouth slightly, looked up at Ronan with a serious expression, and could only see a smirk on the corner of Ronan's mouth and a look of amusement in his eyes.
"That was a close call. I almost didn't react."
Ronan's evil humor came out and he grinned.
Shanks' eyelids twitched a few times.
"Shanks, you're still no match for him. You're no match for him at all." Buggy shouted at the right time. It was unclear whether this guy wanted to persuade Shanks to give up or was fanning the flames.
As expected, Shanks became even more angry.
His veins bulged, and even a faint black aura appeared on the blade. He turned around and slashed at Ronan again.
bite--!
There was another sound of metal clashing, and Ronan blocked it with his pants again.
Then, a dense sound of this kind was heard. Ronan fought and retreated, using the "Supreme Big Pants" in his hand in an orderly manner.
With the attachment of Armament Haki, it can be considered a "black sword".
Or the kind that has fought against the Four Emperors.
Compared to Ronan's absent-mindedness, Shanks on the other side was about to break down.
I can't even cut a pair of pants. Could it be that the armament color on my sword is fake?
He used all the sword moves he had learned, and the crazy sword shadows passed through without letting any air get through.
The slashing attack that had already achieved some success seemed to become a joke in front of the constantly moving pants, and it was impossible to break through the defense.
Even the blade had notches cut into it.
The shorts were still the same as before, as if they were strong enough to be worn forever.
Gradually, after the anger came the weakness. Although Shanks had broken through his original limit in the red temperature, he was still helpless in the face of Ronan's figure.
Until Ronan's stomach made a growl,
Cuckoo...
"Sorry, that's all for today."
Shanks didn't react when he heard this. He only found that Ronan had suddenly disappeared. A gust of wind came from behind his head.
Could it be that...
don't want...
"I don't want to be knocked unconscious by my underwear..."
Shanks resisted with all his heart, but he was helpless. A black stick came straight at the back of his head, making a crisp collision sound.
Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, Ronan's black stick was already on his head.
Under Buggy's surprised gaze,
Shanks was once again coaxed to sleep by Ronan.
A big red bump appeared, and Buggy grimaced just by looking at it.
Shanks, this guy,
My strength improved in desperate situations, but at a price...
It's a lifetime of black material.