177 : The Ordeal Of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma... -

Ohm lunged, the Eisen Whip transforming into a massive, jagged fan meant to decapitate. "End of the Ordeal!"

He closed his eyes. If Ohm could read his mind, Zoro would stop thinking. He focused on the breath of the iron—the vibration of the barbs, the tension in the whip. He wasn't looking for a gap in the wires; he was looking for the soul of the metal. 177 : The Ordeal of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma...

Zoro leaped, not away, but directly into the heart of the barbed storm. "108 Pound Phoenix!" Ohm lunged, the Eisen Whip transforming into a

Zoro landed, the wires sagging behind him, sliced clean. Ohm gasped, a red line appearing across his chest. He focused on the breath of the iron—the

"You call this an ordeal?" Zoro grunted, the hilt of Shusui heavy in his hand. He adjusted his bandana, his single eye tracking the slight shimmer of the wires. "Back home, we just call this a bad neighborhood."