Bratt was still completely baffled as he crashed to the ground, his face full of confusion.

He had clearly just unleashed his full strength, shattered Rosinante's finger-block, yet somehow… he still got sent flying?

"Did Rosinante just… 'disappear' for a moment?" Yasopp said in shock.

"He really did 'disappear.' In that instant, even my Observation Haki completely lost track of him. With that kind of speed, forget Bratt in the middle of the fight—even we bystanders felt like he had vanished!" Benn Beckman said, his tone solemn.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe such a thing was possible. An ability that completely counters Observation Haki… if this were just a fight between ordinary people, maybe it wouldn't be so lethal. But against Vice Admiral-level fighters and above, this ability is downright terrifying!" Lucky Roo added.

"This isn't even the most shocking thing," Shanks said with a small smile. "There are plenty of Devil Fruits with strange abilities that can counter Observation Haki. With enough battle experience, even without Haki, most veterans wouldn't get toyed with so badly. The real reason Bratt is being crushed so miserably is twofold—Rosinante's speed is simply too overwhelming, and their Observation Haki levels are leagues apart. The entire battle is under Rosinante's control. Bratt is being played like a drum."

With Shanks' keen eye, he could see clearly—Rosinante was dictating every beat of the fight.

When Bratt's punch came, Rosinante had extended a single finger to block it. The finger didn't have overwhelming strength—it simply matched Bratt's force precisely to halt the punch.

Then, at the very instant Bratt unleashed his full power, Rosinante withdrew his finger and slipped slightly to the left.

That tiny movement was so silent and precise that no one noticed when or how he had moved. Even Shanks and his crew, watching from up close, didn't actually catch the motion—it was like Rosinante had truly vanished.

Because Rosinante's finger was gone, Bratt's punch suddenly lost its resistance. With all his explosive power behind it, his own body lurched forward uncontrollably.

That was when Rosinante casually drove his fist into Bratt's abdomen—making it look as though Bratt had delivered himself right into the punch. Even Bratt himself was left confused as he went flying again.

"His Majesty hasn't even shown a tenth of his true strength. If he weren't trying to recruit this man, the fight would have ended in the very first exchange. To His Majesty, anyone below Admiral level is nothing but an ant!" Raijin Kisu said proudly.

"Enough, Kisu. Don't speak nonsense." Ryan shot him a cold glare.

Ryan knew Kisu wasn't wrong—but words like that only drew unnecessary hatred.

If word of this spread, Rosinante would attract an even greater number of enemies. Rosinante wouldn't care, of course—but Ryan knew it could affect the future of Grey Kingdom.

At Ryan's warning, Kisu shut his mouth and lowered his head, though his expression clearly said he didn't think he had said anything wrong.

Shanks and Benn Beckman exchanged glances, both of them showing a hint of shock.

Naturally, the two of them wouldn't take offense at Kisu's worshipful words. They were simply astonished that Kisu had claimed Rosinante wasn't even using ten percent of his power.

Even if that was an exaggeration, it was still incredible to think about.

But then Shanks smiled faintly. He remembered how, back in the day, he too thought Roger was invincible.

"See? That's why I said your attacks are dumb—just swinging away with sheer fighting spirit. Sure, against opponents who can't think straight, that might overwhelm them. But against someone with real battle experience, all you're doing is setting yourself up for a beating!" Rosinante said with a grin, clapping the dust off his hands.

Shanks' face darkened. Was there really a need to insult him to his face like that?

"Our captain got roasted!" The Red-Hair Pirates didn't defend their captain—they burst into laughter instead.

"You bunch of bastards!" Shanks' expression went even darker.

"Bastard!" Bratt roared, climbing back to his feet. He hadn't even registered Rosinante's taunt. Despite his repeated defeats, his spirit didn't waver—if anything, an even more ferocious fighting intent erupted from him.

Everyone watching could feel the hair on their arms stand on end.

Even Conqueror's Haki wasn't as chilling as this terrifying killing intent.

"What a terrifying battle aura!" Kisu's expression turned grave.

"This fighting intent… it's making my body tremble. Not from fear—but as a natural, instinctive reaction!" Benn Beckman admitted.

"This is no ordinary fighting spirit—it's amplified by his Devil Fruit ability. The honey badger is a fierce, fearless animal—brave, relentless, almost suicidally tenacious. The Zoan-type Honey Badger Fruit pushes those qualities to the extreme, granting him this extraordinary battle aura. And from what I can see, this isn't just a normal Zoan—it's far beyond the usual range of an animal fruit's ability. If he learns to harness this battle aura properly, the potential of the Honey Badger Fruit might rival even Ancient Zoans—or maybe even some Mythical Zoans." Laki's eyes sparkled with excitement as she analyzed every detail.

"Little lady, that's a bit much, don't you think? Sure, I admit this aura is impressive, but at the end of the day, he's just an ordinary Zoan user. How can he possibly compare to an Ancient Zoan—let alone a Mythical Zoan? Have you even seen a Mythical Zoan's power?" Yasopp said with a teasing smile.

"Yeah—battle spirit can't exactly be eaten for breakfast." Lucky Roo chuckled.

"I'm not exaggerating," Laki said firmly. "This man must already have possessed a fighting spirit far beyond the norm before eating the fruit. After eating the Honey Badger Fruit, that spirit was amplified immensely. If he can turn this battle aura into real combat power, this so-called 'ordinary' Zoan could produce results far beyond any normal animal fruit."