The thick, sulfuric mist of the Ordeal of Iron didn't just obscure vision; it tasted like pennies and old blood.
With a flick of Ohm’s wrist, the Eisen Whip lashed out. It didn't just strike; it curved, defying physics, weaving through the existing mesh of barbed wire to trap Zoro in a collapsing sphere of 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!" The thick, sulfuric mist of the Ordeal of
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. Zoro leaped, not away, but directly into the
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.
Should we delve into a from another Ordeal, or perhaps explore a "what-if" scenario where the Straw Hats faced a different Priest?
Zoro landed, the wires sagging behind him, sliced clean. Ohm gasped, a red line appearing across his chest.