Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

Someone witnessed this scene.

Instantly, everyone in the room drew their weapons and started firing in that direction, regardless of whether there would be friendly fire!

For these underground leaders who have committed countless crimes, killing is a trivial matter. The only important thing now is to keep that Paramecia-type Devil Fruit from that damned guy!

Before Kouya Reid and the men around him could react to what was happening, they were riddled with bullets.

Ron lifted his foot and swept it backward.

A massive cyan wind blade instantly sliced ​​through all the lead bullets fired at him, then slashed horizontally at the group of underground leaders who had been tempted and driven mad by the Devil Fruit.

Some people were completely unaware that they had been slashed by the cyan wind blades. Several seconds later, their upper and lower bodies separated, and blood gushed out.

The cyan wind blade landed on a pillar in the auction hall with undiminished momentum, causing the pillar to collapse and crushing many more people.

The scene instantly became incredibly chaotic.

"Don't try to escape!"

Michita, a senior agent of Baroque Works and a user of the Float-Float Fruit, floats towards Ron while holding an umbrella.

Ron didn't even look at her and used his Tempest Kick again.

The cyan wind blades, twice the size of the previous ones, cleaved through the walls and burst out of the Rain Banquet Casino.

Ron stomped his foot, and his figure disappeared again.

Seeing this, the others also couldn't sit still any longer.

"That guy escaped!"

"Come on!"

"Whoever catches it first gets the Devil Fruit!"

"Don't try to take it from me, or I'll kill you all!"

"Heh, come on if you dare! Let's see who kills whom!"

The surviving group grabbed their weapons and rushed outside.

Michita panicked upon seeing this and quickly took out her Den Den Mushi to contact Mr. 0, Crocodile.

"what happened?"

"President, something terrible has happened..."

After listening to Michita's report, Crocodile, who was on the top floor of the Rain Banquet Casino, remained silent for a few seconds, then exhaled a smoke ring and said in an icy voice, "Michita, go and inform Mr. 2 to take action immediately. I will go and retrieve the Iron-Iron Fruit!"

"learn!"

After turning off the Den Den Mushi.

Crocodile gripped the Den Den Mushi tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, his face dark and gloomy.

"How dare they ruin my plans... Who's courting death?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body turned into a cloud of quicksand, smashed through the glass in front of him, and drifted away into the distance.

……

Below the Rain Banquet Casino.

After receiving a message from Michita, Mr. 2 von Clay immediately led his men to launch a siege against the various forces surrounding the Rain Party.

When the leaders inside the casino rushed out, they saw their own people being surrounded and killed by the Baroque Works. Instantly, a chill ran down their spines, and they understood everything.

And what followed was even greater anger.

"Baroque Works, I want you all dead!"

They launched a fierce counterattack.

Gunfire and fighting erupted throughout the streets below the Rain Banquet Casino, creating utter chaos.

………………

Rain City, located to the east near the city's outskirts.

Ron carried the unconscious Nico Robin down from the distant rooftop to this spot.

He put Nico Robin aside and let her lean against the wall.

A clump of sand drifted from afar and gathered into a human shape in an open space not far from him.

"So it was you who stole my Iron-Iron Fruit."

Clakdal, with a cigar in his mouth, squinted at the dark-haired boy with his back to him not far away.

When he saw the Iron-Iron Fruit in his hand, Claudio secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it wasn't eaten...

In that case, all we need to do is take it back...

His right arm instantly turned into sand, transforming into a rope of sand that swiftly and silently reached out towards the black-haired boy.

But they missed their target.

"what?"

Crocodile's eyes narrowed.

What a great speed!

"Crocodile, the Sand Crocodile, is a Logia-type Sand-Sand Fruit user."

The enigmatic black-haired boy, dressed in a white short-sleeved hoodie, stood about ten meters in front of Crocodile, one hand in his hoodie pocket and the other holding the Paramecia-type Iron-Iron Fruit. He smiled at Crocodile and said, "So you're the mastermind behind Baroque Works."

Crocodile's eyes narrowed, then he focused his gaze.

Ron remained unfazed by the murderous intent he sensed, and smiled at him, saying, "The fact that you can instantly reveal your murderous intent towards me shows that this information is quite valuable, at least to you."

"It seems that if this news gets out, it will be quite detrimental to your future plans."

"Shut up!"

Crocodile, who was chewing on a cigar, couldn't hold back anymore after what he said.

With murderous intent, he waved his hand, unleashing the power of the Logia-type Sand-Sand Fruit, and attacked Ron.

"Shalan!"

91. The Battle with Crocodile (Part 1) (3/5, please customize!)

A small sandstorm burst forth from Crocodile's palm, striking Ron and destroying the brick and stone surfaces in its path.

"Lanjiao!"

Ron swung his foot.

A cyan wind blade collided with the sandstorm, creating a fierce gust of wind.

Silently, Crocodile, who had turned into sand at some unknown time, appeared beside Ron and reached for the Devil Fruit in his hand.

I still missed my target.

The black-haired boy vanished from his original spot in a flash and reappeared where Crocodile had just been.

The two players switched positions.

Crocodile's expression gradually became serious.

"Naval Style Six Shave"

He stared at Ron and said, "Kid, who exactly are you?"

"My name is Ron, and I'm just an ordinary traveler."

Ron smiled at him, then released his grip on the Devil Fruit. Crocodile watched as the Iron-Iron Fruit slowly sank into the water-like void beside him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"So you're a Devil Fruit user too."

Ron smiled and did not refute.

In this world, the power of the Gate of Babylon does indeed seem very much like the power of a Devil Fruit.

After witnessing his shaving technique and 'Devil Fruit ability', Claudio became completely serious and regarded the black-haired boy who looked to be only ten years old as a true enemy.

"I acknowledge your strength, but wanting to challenge me is just wishful thinking."

Crocodile, cigar in mouth, stared coldly at Ron. Wisps of sand, seemingly alive, drifted and swirled from his body. The sleeves of his black fur coat, draped over his shoulders, swung back, and the golden hook in his left hand gleamed with a sharp, cold light.

As one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the Desert King unleashed his full power!

Crocodile slammed his palm into the ground.

Centered on him, the ground within a radius of tens of meters cracked at a visible speed. Even rocks could be pulverized into yellow sand, and that yellow sand, a symbol of death and desolation, absorbed the moisture from any living things or objects it came into contact with, gradually spreading outwards.

The ground was like a dead place, turned into a cracked wasteland.

"Erosion of reincarnation!"

A dozen sand snakes, formed from the coalesced yellow sand of rocks, burst forth from the cracked wasteland and attacked Ron from all sides.

Once exposed to this yellow sand, the body's moisture will be absorbed instantly.