85 Chapter 83

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"One hit?!" Dorry exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes widening as he cocked his neck to get a better look. "How... how could he? Only one strike to bring Brogy down!"

Meanwhile, not far away, Mr. 3, who was lurking in the shadows, hoping to see the giant cause trouble for Ron, trembled as he watched Ron effortlessly defeat Brogy with a single strike. "Is he really that powerful? One punch and he sends the giant flying!"

"I told you!" Miss Golden Week glared at him. "Your schemes are useless!"

"What a formidable opponent!" Mr. 3 took a deep breath. "It seems that he's truly a formidable opponent."

"Considering he defeated Hawkeye," Miss Golden Week nodded in agreement.

"I wonder what the boss was thinking. How could he consider someone as powerful as his enemy?" Mr. 3 chuckled bitterly. "He even sent us after Vivi, and now that Princess Vivi is under his protection, can the two of us handle Ron? Impossible!"

He had expected the greatly enhanced Brogy to pose a challenge to Ron, but the result was devastating. Ron's strength was simply overwhelming; a single strike toppled Brogy. Such sheer power, how could he compete with Ron!

"Are you thinking of running away?" The little Lolita Miss Golden Week looked at Mr. 3 with a calm gaze.

"Me? Escape? How could I... I mean, how could I even entertain such a notion?" Mr. 3 protested weakly.

Although the truth was that escape had crossed his mind, openly admitting such intentions was out of the question.

"You were thinking of escaping!" Miss Golden Week declared with certainty. "You know my abilities. While I lack the power of a Devil Fruit, I can sense your thoughts through your emotions."

At this revelation, Mr. 3's mouth twitched slightly before he replied, "Well, I did consider it for a moment, but escaping would only incur the wrath of our leader. Maybe... maybe we can still cause trouble for Ron?"

"You're not giving up yet?" Miss Golden Week sat down on the floor, seemed to conjure a cup of tea out of thin air, and sipped at it leisurely.

"Hey, this is hardly the time for tea!" Mr. 3 retorted in frustration, feeling that his partner was being too casual given the seriousness of their predicament.

In the center of the clearing, Ron withdrew his hand and patted his clothes with a casual brush, even though there was no visible dirt. The gesture only added to his already considerable charm.

"Wow!" Kaya couldn't contain her admiration as she watched Ron's graceful movements. "Ron is so dashing! He defeated that fearsome giant with ease!"

"Brother Ron is amazing!" Apis chimed in enthusiastically.

"Hey... Aren't those guys...?" Nami's brow furrowed in confusion. "And there's another giant here!"

"So what?" Kaya replied confidently. "With Ron around, a few more giants are no threat!"

"You're quite confident!" Nami remarked, raising her hand to her forehead. "You're even more confident than Ron himself!"

" This man..." Miss Valentine silently watched Ron's back. "Is there really no one who can defeat him? Has the boss given up on me?"

Across from Ron, Dorry scowled, gripping his enormous sword as he surveyed Ron. "Your strength is impressive, but I am compelled to challenge you. Prepare yourself!"

"Bring it on!" Ron stepped forward. "One strike will bring you down, but let's make this interesting!" (T/N: Don't take Ron seriously)

"You are truly arrogant!" Dorry growled. "Take this on!"

With a boisterous roar!

Amidst the howling wind, Dorry's blade descended.

Ron's face remained unchanged as he drew Sandai Kitetsu from his waist with fluid grace. In a clash of steel, he deflected Dorry's attack, shattering the giant's weapon.

Before Dorry could react, Ron was standing on his shoulder, sword at his throat. "You have lost."

"All right, you won, you are quite formidable," Dorry murmured before sighing in defeat.

"Well fought," Ron acknowledged with a slight smile. "Now, what about that giant? He seemed rather disturbed!"

"Brogy?" Dorry thought for a moment. While Brogy's behavior was indeed peculiar, Dorry's simple mind could not fathom the cause.

"It seems you're in the dark," Ron shook his head and sheathed his sword. "Did you win the duel you mentioned?"

"Yes, hahaha! After a century-long struggle, victory is mine!" Dorry laughed heartily. "But only because he lost his weapon! Brogy mentioned that you had destroyed it, and it seems that your strength is indeed extraordinary!"

"That has nothing to do with his current condition," Ron mused. "There are probably others on this island responsible for it."

"Oh? Really?" Dorry was taken aback.

In the nearby woods, Mr. 3 was shocked and alarmed. "No, he... he found out?"

"Such a deduction is not beyond reason," Miss Golden Week remarked, glancing at Mr. 3 as she sipped her tea.

"Whose side are you on?" Mr. 3 replied in frustration, feeling that his partner was being too casual about their predicament.

In the middle of the field, Ron activated his Observation Haki, sharpening his senses to detect movement in a wide radius.

"It's you!" Ron's gaze focused on Mr. 3's location.

"No, he... he found us!" Mr. 3 panicked. "Run!"

"Thinking of running?" With a quick stride, Ron closed the distance and appeared in front of Mr. 3.

"W-what do you want?" Mr. 3 stammered, fear evident in his voice. "I'm warning you, I'm very strong! Don't make me start a fire, even I'm afraid of myself!"

Ignoring Mr. 3's bravado, Ron glanced at him briefly before turning his attention to the young girl nearby. Despite her relaxed demeanor, she exuded a powerful aura. (T/N: I don't know what the author is talking about here)

"Miss Golden Week!" Ron smiled. "And Mr. 3, you're under Crocodile's command."

"Ah!" Mr. 3 gasped. "How do you know our leader's name? He's always been code-named Mr. 0!"

"Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. Who doesn't know him?" Ron shook his head. "But he's a mere nuisance to me, a trifle I could easily dispose of!"

"How can you say that?" Mr. 3 objected. "Boss Crocodile is immensely powerful, and even you would struggle against him!"

"Ignorant," Ron dismissed. "Let's not waste time arguing. Your partner's abilities are intriguing, but they hold no sway over me. Would you care to join me for tea?"

Looking down, Ron spotted a verdant pattern etched into the ground beneath his feet.

Ron's gaze shifted to the young girl, his smile warm. "Your powers, though not derived from a Devil Fruit, are remarkable. They even affect me. Psychic abilities are truly impressive."

"Remarkable," Miss Golden Week remarked, clearly surprised that Ron hadn't succumbed to her powerful hypnotic powers. "You're the first."

"Young lady," Ron addressed her gently. "There is no future with Crocodile. Why not join our adventures instead?"

"What are you suggesting?" Miss Golden Week frowned.

"That settles it!" Ron moved to her side and hugged her. "From this day forward, you are a member of the Sword and Rose Pirates!"

(T/N: Damn, what a bastard)

"Huh?" Miss Golden Week looked at Ron in confusion.