177 : The Ordeal Of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma... May 2026

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.

"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." 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 sparks lit up the fog like dying stars