Like a Ferocious Bull

Like a ferocious bull, Roronoa Zoro charged forward like the wind. His body brimmed with power and speed, as if he could smash through every obstacle in his way. The two swords in his hands whirled through the air, each swing like a bolt of lightning, countless thrusts pouring down like rain.

This was one of the few forward-rushing techniques Roronoa Zoro used. Its speed was so fast it left people dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, he had darted before Moke like a ghost. As he brushed past Moke, the twin blades in his hands moved like nimble Poison Snakes, slashing repeatedly at astonishing speed.

This chain of attacks came like a violent storm, leaving no room to breathe. Yet Moke was undoubtedly formidable. In that instant, he displayed astonishing reflexes and swordsmanship, delivering exactly thirteen consecutive slashes!

This was an utterly terrifying technique meant to kill an enemy in an instant! An ordinary person facing such an attack would likely have been slain immediately. But the one he faced was no ordinary man. It was Moke—a powerful opponent who had long since become a Swordmaster.

In swordsmanship alone, Moke might have been far inferior to Hawkeye, whom Roronoa Zoro had fought before, but his strength was not to be underestimated. The Sandai Kitetsu in Moke's hand also whirled rapidly through the air, colliding with Roronoa Zoro's two swords in crisp, ringing clashes.

What was astonishing was that Moke had blocked all thirteen of Roronoa Zoro's attacks one by one in such a short time. He had not even moved his feet, standing firm as a mountain while easily resisting Roronoa Zoro's fierce assault.

From this heart-stopping scene, the vast gap in strength between the two was plain to see. Roronoa Zoro's pupils contracted sharply, squeezed to the