ONE PIECE: KAIDO'S SON

"Such boldness…"

"Even if he inherited Kaido-sama's strength, this is simply too exaggerated!"

"Interference with matter… Advanced Busoshoku Haki? Or Internal Destruction?!"

The Three Calamities—King, Queen, and Jack—along with the Flying Six, retracted their gazes from the defeated pirate at Ragnar's feet. A hush fell across the battlefield. Their pupils shrank slightly, and a rare seriousness surfaced on their faces.

Ragnar's Haki wasn't just powerful—it was refined. Internal Destruction, an advanced form of Armament Haki mastered by only a few, was evident. Even Big Mom's guard Katakuri and Wano's samurai elite didn't possess it.

Now, a newcomer wielded it flawlessly.

At that moment, even the top brass of the Beasts Pirates had no choice but to view him differently.

They had seen many so-called conquerors—users of Haoshoku Haki were common among high-caliber pirates in the New World. Even Yamato, Kaido's daughter, possessed it. But Ragnar's level of control and presence were rare—something seen only in true monsters.

Like Kaido himself.

"I only give opportunities to the strong. Not to trash."

Ragnar's voice echoed as he fixed his gaze on the pirate he had just defeated—a former "Headliner," a mid-tier subordinate with delusions of grandeur.

Though there were tens of thousands of pirates, Ragnar didn't even spare them a second glance.

Only the Three Calamities and the Flying Six were worth noting.

"My words still stand."

He pointed calmly to the battlefield behind him—where chaos and order hung in the balance.

"Little brat! You think you can lecture us just because you're Kaido-sama's son?!"

"Don't act cocky because you've got a bit of Haki!"

A few of the "Tobiroppo" scoffed, trying to suppress their unease. But their mockery died down when the crowd parted like a tide.

From within the ranks emerged a tall young woman with sky-blue and pink hair, twin white horns, and a look of disdain etched across her features.

Ulti—one of the Flying Six—had arrived.

"You think standing up there makes you untouchable?"

"You're dreaming if you think you can climb over me and Page One!"

She cracked her neck, her forehead coated in hardened Armament Haki, her rage building. The ground beneath her cracked as she stomped, spiderweb fissures spreading out like a quake.

Then—

BOOM!

With a piercing whistle, Ulti launched into the sky like a cannon shell, her trajectory straight and murderous.

Everyone's eyes followed the trail of destruction.

And then—

"GET. DOWN!"

Her head, glowing with hardened Haki, smashed directly into Ragnar's.

BANG!

A shockwave exploded mid-air. Black lightning—the signature of Clash of Conquerors—erupted. The sky rippled from the clash. Wind howled. Haki tore through the atmosphere.

CRACK—

A single, crisp sound rang out. Bone.

Then:

SPLAT!

A geyser of blood erupted from Ulti's mouth. Her body, once rising, now fell like a meteor—faster than before. Her eyes widened in disbelief, blood mist trailing in the air.

BOOM!

She slammed into the ground, leaving a crater over 100 meters wide. Dust and smoke obscured the aftermath.

For a long moment, silence.

Even Kaido chuckled darkly from his throne on the Skull Dome. But for once, the Three Calamities didn't laugh—they looked on, grim and quiet.

"Sister!"

Only Page One reacted in time, his rage overtaking his calm.

He first glared fiercely at Ragnar, who floated unscathed in the sky, not even retreating half a step. Then, without hesitation, he bolted toward the crater where Ulti had fallen.

"Sister... your head?"

As the smoke cleared, Page One's face twisted in shock at the sight before him.

Ulti, the notorious woman who ruled the Beasts Pirates with her indomitable headbutts, was lying bloodied in the pit. Her forehead, usually her most formidable weapon, was now slick with blood. Through the cracked skin and fractured mask, Page One could vaguely see the damage: a hairline fracture along the frontal bone.

"A skull fracture?!"

Page One froze for a split second. Then rage overtook him.

"ROAAARR!!"

"You dare... hurt my sister's head?! You bastard!!"

A thunderous roar ripped from his throat, shaking the rubble around him. Concentric shockwaves burst from his body, his Zoan-enhanced muscles tensing with fury as his primal instincts took over. The air rippled outward like a tsunami crashing against the earth.

Without another word, Page One transformed.

Purple hair elongated. His figure stretched and contorted, bones snapping and reforming into that of a colossal dinosaur. In mere seconds, he had become a monstrous Spinosaurus, one of the strongest carnivores of the ancient world—his Ancient Zoan Devil Fruit fully awakened and surging with raw power.

"Page One... wait... don't—!"

In the crater, Ulti stirred weakly, her eyes fluttering open just as the bestial roar filled her ears. She struggled to rise, reaching out with one trembling arm toward her younger brother.

But it was too late.

Just as Page One bent his hind legs, preparing to launch into the sky, Ragnar vanished from his position above—using a speed so fast it surpassed even the Observation Haki of Zoan hybrids.

In an instant, he appeared directly in front of Page One.

Though Page One's Kenbunshoku Haki had warned him a moment in advance, his massive body couldn't react in time. His widened eyes reflected the image of Ragnar's right hand reaching toward him—fingers wrapped in thick coils of seething black lightning, like serpents made of pure destruction.

CRACK-KA-BOOM!!

A peal of thunder exploded overhead as Ragnar's fist descended.

Black lightning, infused with Advanced Conqueror's Haki, surged down his arm and struck Page One directly on the skull. The dark tendrils curled around the dinosaur's head, not touching flesh, but tearing through his spirit—overwhelming his will, bypassing his Ancient Zoan durability through sheer force of domination.

BOOM!

A shockwave erupted like a cannon blast.

Blood sprayed into the air in a crimson arc as Page One was slammed into the ground beside Ulti—his massive Spinosaurus form crumpling like a puppet with cut strings. His limbs twitched once, then went still.

From above, the Beasts Pirates' executives stared in stunned silence.

Jinbe's pupils contracted.

Jack the Drought took a step forward involuntarily.

Even King the Wildfire, cold and composed as ever, narrowed his eyes.

The battlefield froze.

One of the Flying Six.

A user of an Ancient Zoan Devil Fruit.

Page One—utterly defeated in a single blow.