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

Zoro didn't retreat. He couldn't. To move backward was to be shredded by the "White Barbed" perimeter. Instead, he spun, a whirlwind of steel meeting iron. Clang!

"I don't think," Zoro spat, blood trickling down his arm. He dropped into a low stance, three blades now drawn, the Wado Ichimonji clamped firmly in his teeth. The air around him seemed to thicken, not with mist, but with sheer intent. "I know." 177 : The Ordeal of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma...

The fog began to lift, revealing the path forward. The ordeal was over, but the war for the sky had only just begun. Zoro didn't retreat

"I see your heart," Ohm droned, his dog Holy sitting motionless behind him. "It beats with the rhythm of a man who thinks he can cut anything." Instead, he spun, a whirlwind of steel meeting iron