OPTT: Chapter 105: Decision

On the battlefield where the sea wind howled, all the spectators were plunged into unprecedented shock.

Shanks stood at the bow of the Red Force, his right hand unconsciously tightening around the hilt of Griffon, his gaze fixed on the figure in the center of the battlefield who was handling everything with ease.

"Hey hey… isn’t this a bit too exaggerated?" Lucky Roux forgot to eat the chicken leg in his hand, his greasy mouth wide open.

Benn Beckman rarely took the cigarette out of his mouth. His voice was low. "Captain, this Ron… he’s beyond common sense."

Shanks’s red hair fluttered in the wind as he slowly nodded. "Yeah… it seems the new era is arriving earlier than expected." A complex light flashed in his eyes. "He could match a Yonko without a Devil Fruit, and now he's gained this kind of ability…"

On the Marineford side—

"This ability… I’ve never seen anything like it," Sengoku said hoarsely, his voice unlike his usual commanding tone. "Could it be something he acquired after leaving the Marines?"

Tsuru's glasses reflected a cold gleam as she quickly flipped through her phone. "Ron never consumed a Devil Fruit. This kind of ability… it’s completely unprecedented."

Garp was unusually silent. His bag of senbei snacks remained suspended in mid-air as his gaze flicked between Ron and Ace on the execution platform. His fists clenched tightly, joints cracking. What was Ron trying to do?

On the Moby Dick, Marco looked stunned. "Pops, this situation…"

“Gurararara…” Whitebeard let out a hearty laugh with a trace of delight. "I don’t know if that’s his trump card, but it looks like Ron hasn’t been slacking all these years!" He slammed Murakumogiri onto the deck. "Kaido's finally hit an iron wall!"

Jozu said, "He could fight Kaido to a draw without a Devil Fruit, and now with this kind of power…"

Vista wiped his twin swords and gave a wry smile. "How are we even supposed to fight now?"

At that moment, in the center of the battlefield, Kaido had completely lost it.

He furiously unleashed attack after attack—Heat Breath, Bad Breath, even summoned lightning from the sky. But every one of his devastating techniques was effortlessly absorbed by Ron, doing zero damage.

The fight had already become one-sided. Each time Kaido attacked, it was as if he was just "feeding" energy into Ron.

Those strange purple markings on Ron’s body were like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring all Devil Fruit energy that came his way.

“Give it up, Kaido.”

Flames of fury burned in Kaido’s dragon eyes. He couldn’t accept that his most powerful abilities were useless against this man.

“Impossible! I am Kaido of the Beasts!” He let out a thunderous roar as his massive body twisted violently in the air. "Heat Breath! Bad Breath! Great Fire Dragon Torch!"

A torrent of world-shattering attacks poured out—scorching flames, slicing wind blades, columns of fire—all slamming toward Ron in succession.

But every single one was absorbed by the purple markings, only making the Devil Fruit energy inside Ron even more overwhelming.

"Thanks for the meal." Ron smirked, feeling the energy within him reaching a critical point.

The purple patterns around him suddenly surged. Fine dragon scales appeared on his skin. Ferocious horns grew from his forehead, and under everyone's stunned gaze—his body began to grow!

"Hybrid Form – Purple Dragon!"

Before everyone's shocked eyes, Ron completed a partial dragon transformation. Although his size wasn’t as massive as Kaido’s, every inch of his form radiated explosive power. His purplish-black dragon scales gleamed with metallic brilliance in the sunlight.

Whoosh—

Ron’s figure disappeared from sight. He moved so fast even Kizaru raised his eyebrows.

In the next moment—

He reappeared above Kaido’s head. His dragon claw fist, wrapped in purple Armament Haki, slammed down fiercely.

Kaido hurriedly opened his mouth to bite back, but Ron was faster.

Bang!!!

A deafening explosion echoed through Marineford. Kaido’s massive dragon body was sent crashing down like a meteor.

The fortress’s sturdy defensive wall collapsed under the impact, dust flying in every direction.

Nearby Marines scattered in panic. A few veterans dashed past while shouting:

“Vice Admiral Ron is still that fierce!”

“He’s even stronger than before!”

“Holy crap, he just sent Yonko Kaido flying!”

“Where’s my phone? I need to post this online. It’ll go viral!”

“Go viral your ass. Our phones got confiscated.”

“Hehe, I still have mine.”

Moments later, tremors rumbled from the rubble.

Kaido, bloodied and battered, pushed away the collapsed debris and stood up. His dragon scales were shattered. A vicious wound ran across his forehead.

He stared at the purple figure in the sky. For the first time, fear flickered in his eyes.

Ron slowly descended onto the head of Little Wang floating on the sea, his body returning to its normal form.

“What, still want to fight?” His tone was calm, but it carried an unmistakable pressure. “I can go all the way if you want.”

Kaido’s dragon face twisted.

He glanced around. Whitebeard’s massive naginata was already itching for action. Red-Hair’s Griffon gleamed with anticipation. And the Admirals were watching like predators waiting to pounce.

If he kept dragging this out, he’d gain nothing and lose everything.

Kaido let out a malicious grin and turned toward Sengoku, a calculating glint flashing in his eyes. “Sengoku, how’s our deal going? I can help you Marines take down that old geezer Whitebeard first!”

The moment he said that, Akainu’s pupils contracted. His magma-covered fist clenched instinctively.

The proposal was tempting. If they could eliminate the Whitebeard Pirates here…

But he quickly suppressed the thought and looked at Sengoku.

A suffocating silence fell over the entire Marine camp.

Every Vice Admiral and Rear Admiral turned to look at Sengoku, awaiting the Fleet Admiral’s decision. Tsuru gently tapped her finger against the tactical board, while Garp, for once, put away his senbei. His face was solemn.

Just as Sengoku frowned, deep in thought—

“Sengoku.” Ron’s voice rang out suddenly. He stood atop the Sea Kings and pointed skyward. “You’d better think this through.”

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

At some point, dozens of News Coo had flown in, broadcasting this world-shaking battle to every corner of the world.

Sengoku’s face went pale. His trembling hands reached for the phone in his coat.

On the screen.

The trending topic #Summit War Live Broadcast# was pinned at the top of the global feed. The number of live viewers had already exceeded 100,000+—and that was just the number being shown.

The real audience likely surpassed tens of millions. Maybe even over a hundred million.

Bullet comments flooded the feed like a tidal wave:

>“The Marines are actually going to ally with pirates?!”

>“Trash justice! Is this what the World Government stands for?”

>“Support the New Navy!”

>“The World Government is too shameless. They want it both ways!”

(To be continued.)