"Hey!"
Zoro's gaze sharpened as he activated his secret technique of speaking with a sword clenched in his mouth:
"What do you mean by that?"
"Kid, you still don't know your place!"
Garen casually waved the cleaver in his hand and said in an indifferent tone:
"Using this already gives you plenty of respect."
Though it was a cleaver, it was still a quality item borrowed from the Baratie restaurant. Scaling fish and chopping ribs were no trouble for it.
Compared to Hawkeye's tiny cross-shaped knife that could only peel fruit, Garen was indeed showing Zoro plenty of respect by using this cleaver against him.
"Damn it!"
"There's a limit to looking down on people!"
Zoro had ultimately never seen much of the world and had no idea just how vast the gap was between top-tier powerhouses and ordinary people.
Faced with Garen's contempt, he roared in fury:
"If you use a sword like that against me, don't regret it when you die!"
Three-Sword Style: Demon Slash!
Amid his roar, Zoro, who had been building momentum for a long time, shot forward like a slingshot, his three blades dancing through the air in a dazzling blaze of sword light.
Those three blades appeared chaotic, but each had its own purpose:
The two swords in his hands crossed before him, guarding against the enemy's counterattacks at all times.
The third sword clenched in his mouth struck at a vicious angle, cleverly sealing off the enemy's escape routes.
And once Zoro closed in on his enemy, all three blades would howl out at once, delivering the deadliest follow-up slash.
Swift, fierce, and savage, like a demon breaking free from its cage.
Back in his village, no one had ever escaped this move.
Yet Garen merely took a slight step back, and Zoro's