It Was Just a Game

The battle seemed to have reached a stalemate, yet perhaps it hadn't.

Because every one of Zoro's slashes was delivered with all his strength.

He had even tried every skill he had obtained, one by one.

He released skill after skill and swung his sword hilt again and again, completely ignoring his physical stamina. His entire body and mind had sunk into the sword in his hand.

As for Magneto...

He had begun to stare dumbfounded.

Controlling metal indeed didn't require much strength from him, but no matter how powerful he was, he was still an old man.

Hunger and fatigue began to well up inside him.

More dangerous still, he had to keep his nerves taut at all times.

Several times, his carelessness had nearly allowed Zoro to catch up. And since his defenses couldn't withstand Zoro, being caught meant only one thing—being torn to pieces.

"Is this man a monster?" Magneto gritted his teeth and held on desperately. "How can he keep this up for so long?"

How could he know?

The people of the Pirate world shared the same advantages: incredible willpower and physical stamina.

Let alone a whole day.

Zoro could even maintain this kind of battle until he died of complete exhaustion.

Constantly squeezing his own potential and strength, entrusting everything to instinct—this was their mad way of fighting.

Whether it was Magneto or the people inside S.H.I.E.L.D., everyone was completely dumbstruck.

Cold sweat had already begun to bead on Fury's forehead.

The sky on the horizon was beginning to brighten. Over the course of the night, he had answered who knew how many phone calls, every one of them demanding answers. The commotion from the battle had already awakened the entire city. Even if they claimed it was a "military exercise, keep out," they