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

The sparks lit up the fog like dying stars. Zoro felt the bite of the barbs—thin, stinging slices across his shoulders. The iron was fast, guided by Ohm’s "Mantra," predicting Zoro’s every breath.

"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."

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

The compressed air from his blades tore through the mist, colliding with the iron fan. The force didn't just deflect the metal; it shattered the "Mantra" of the priest. For a split second, the predator became the prey. The sparks lit up the fog like dying stars

"The thing about iron," Zoro said, sheathing his swords as the Priest of Skypiea collapsed into the clouds, "is that it eventually meets someone harder."

Zoro landed, the wires sagging behind him, sliced clean. Ohm gasped, a red line appearing across his chest. "I don't think," Zoro spat, blood trickling down his arm

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!