The Meaning of My Efforts Is to Challenge You

The meaning of my efforts was so I could challenge you. "That was very weak."

Kuina raised a hand and rubbed her forehead, as if brushing away a fly, then sighed softly.

"About D-rank, more or less. Not much stronger than an ordinary person."

"Ooohhh!!"

But Luffy did not give up.

Once he realized one punch had done nothing, he immediately pulled his fist back and threw a second, a third, a fourth.

They came hammering down like rain.

Gum-Gum Bullet, Gum-Gum Gatling...

All kinds of flashy attacks came one after another, smashing into Kuina's head, stomach, shoulders, and arms.

Bam bam bam bam!

The sounds came so densely they were like drums.

But Kuina?

She was too lazy even to raise a hand to block.

Aside from raising a hand to cover certain private areas, she did not bother with the rest at all.

That amount of force was no more than a tickle to her.

Attacks at that level—forget a few punches, even if Luffy kept pounding away without stopping for an entire year, he would not damage a single hair on her head.

"What level of strength are you at now?"

Zoro suddenly spoke, his voice a little dry.

At that moment, he could not describe what he felt.

Seeing Luffy's fists fail even to break Kuina's skin, a sliver of relief rose in him.

He did not want Kuina to get hurt.

But that relief was immediately replaced by an even more suffocating unwillingness.

After all, his own strength was not much greater than Luffy's.

This was what Luffy looked like facing Kuina.

Then how much better could he possibly do against her?

In other words, even if he drew Wado Ichimonji right now, used every move he had learned in his life, and slashed at