Lord Apophis, Please Go Die!

While the entire world was thrown into immense shock by this news, one place failed to receive the newspaper from News Coo because a fierce battle had suddenly erupted there.

"Gear Fourth: Rubber Great Ape King Gun!"

"Diable Jambe: Premier Hachis!"

"Plunder Song: Blizzard Slash!"

Fists comparable to the continuous bombardment of multiple Pressure Cannons, kicks wreathed in flames as if they had come straight from hell, and sharp slashes wrapped in the chill of the Underworld guarded three directions, blocking all the powerful enemies coming from them.

Surrounded in the center by the three in a pincer formation were Zoro and Apophis.

Brilliant slashes powerful enough to tear apart the sky shot incessantly in every direction, leaving crisscrossing scars across the earth!

Within the battle, Zoro and Apophis attacked each other, displaying evenly matched strength. Yet he felt no joy or excitement whatsoever. Instead, confusion showed between his brows.

His opponent's swordsmanship was indeed incredibly powerful, but he had not the slightest fighting spirit. He felt more like a lifeless puppet.

"Where's your presence, Apophis? Is this all the bearing of the world's greatest Great Swordsman?"

However, there was not the slightest ripple in Apophis's pupils. They were as calm as a pool of dead water, while he mechanically went through the motions of swinging his blade.

Hearing Zoro's roar, Luffy scratched his cheek. "Those three strongest guys don't seem to have any fighting spirit either. I thought this was going to be a tough battle!"

Sanji nodded. "They're not fighting us seriously at all. It's like they're sleepwalking."

Brook laughed. "Yohohoho! Could it be because my Requiem of the Dead is too insane?"

It was not just them. Even the other pirates were shouting at the tops of their lungs. "Lord Enel, Lord Wyper, please pull yourselves together!