The tournament area had ended
"Don't be afraid!"
"There are so many of us! Let's attack together!"
More and more enemies swarmed Zoro. His astonishing display with a single slash had simply been too dazzling.
If they didn't deal with the stronger opponents first, they'd have no chance of claiming the final spot.
But no matter how many nobodies came at him, it wouldn't change the fact that they were being crushed.
"One Sword Style."
Zoro placed his left hand on his right arm, bent his elbow, and gripped the hilt upside down above his head. Then he swept the downward-pointing blade in a wide circle.
"360 Troublesome Wind!!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
A sharp blade of sword energy spiraled like a blue bird, darting through more than a dozen charging contestants in the blink of an eye.
Blood sprayed everywhere. One after another, the enemies grimaced in pain as they were flung through the air.
His imposing figure and crisp, decisive swordsmanship instantly set the crowd ablaze.
"Where the hell did that bastard come from!"
Veins stood out on Cavendish's hand as he glared at Zoro, his eyes filled with jealousy. "This stage was made for me. There's no room for anyone else to steal the spotlight!"
Shing!
The famous sword Durandal slid from its sheath. Cavendish tapped the ground repeatedly with his toes, weaving among the contestants like a swimming dragon as he charged at Zoro at incredible speed.
Blood sprayed wherever he went. His strikes were so fast that many contestants were wounded before they even saw him move.
"Finally, someone worth looking at."
Feeling that dazzling sword intent, utterly undisguised and aimed straight at him, Zoro's calm eyes took on a spark of interest. He held his sword in one hand before him, ready to meet the