"Don't be afraid!"
"There are so many of us—let's attack together!"
More and more enemies surrounded Zoro. His stunning slash had simply been too eye-catching.
If they did not eliminate the stronger opponents first, they would have no chance of competing for the final spot.
However, no matter how many small fry came, they could not change the fact that they would be crushed.
"One-Sword Style."
Zoro placed his left hand against his right arm, bent his elbow backward, gripped the sword hilt in reverse above his head, and swung the blade downward in a fierce arc.
"360-Pound Phoenix!!"
Slash! Slash! Slash!
A sharp sword gleam spiraled like a bluebird, flashing through more than a dozen charging contestants in the blink of an eye.
Blood sprayed everywhere as enemy after enemy was sent flying through the air with pained expressions.
His powerful bearing and clean, decisive swordsmanship instantly set the entire audience ablaze.
"Where did that bastard come from?!"
Veins bulged on Cavendish's hand as he stared at Zoro with eyes full of jealousy. "This stage was tailor-made for me. There is no need for a second person to steal the spotlight!"
Shing!
The famed blade Durandal left its sheath. Cavendish tapped the ground repeatedly with his toes, weaving through countless contestants like a swimming dragon as he charged at Zoro at incredible speed.
Blood splashed wherever he passed. His strikes were so fast that many contestants were cut down before they could even see what had happened.
"Someone worth looking at finally showed up."
Sensing the blinding sword intent rushing straight at him without the slightest concealment, a hint of interest appeared in Zoro's calm eyes. He held his sword one-handed before him and waited.
A figure in white broke free from the crowd, cloak billowing in the wind.