Charging Forward Like a Bull

Roronoa Zoro charged forward like a crazed bull, brimming with ferocity. He moved as fast as lightning, seeming to reach Moke in the blink of an eye.

In that instant, the dual swords in Zoro's hands whirled like a cyclone. Every swing brought a sharp howl of wind, while countless thrusts crisscrossed like bolts of lightning, dazzling the eye.

Yet Moke was no ordinary opponent. At the moment Zoro brushed past him, he reacted with astonishing speed and masterful swordsmanship, slashing thirteen times in succession!

Those thirteen slashes came like a violent downpour—swift, dense, and powerful. Every stroke held immense force and precise technique. They were absolutely killing moves meant to take down an enemy in an instant!

An ordinary person facing such a fierce assault would likely have been cut down immediately, without even time to react, much less fight back. But the opponent Zoro faced was no ordinary man. It was Moke, who had long since become a Swordmaster.

Although Moke's attainments in swordsmanship still fell somewhat short of Hawkeye, whom Zoro had fought before, his strength was certainly not to be underestimated. After all, anyone called a Swordmaster had surely brought their swordsmanship to an extraordinary peak.

Sandai Kitetsu in Moke's hand flashed like lightning. Every swing struck Zoro's attacks with perfect accuracy, as if he had known their trajectories in advance. His movements were swift as the wind and too dazzling to follow; Zoro's eyes could barely keep up with his speed.

Even more astonishingly, Moke did not move his feet even once while blocking Zoro's attacks. He stood firmly where he was like an indestructible mountain, easily fending off Zoro's thirteen fierce strikes.

The sight left not only Zoro dumbfounded, but also made everyone present realize that the gap in strength between the two had