Like a tiger descending the mountain, he charged at his enemy with incomparable ferocity while unleashing a dazzling series of thrusts. This was one of Zoro's exceedingly rare charging techniques!
His speed was simply beyond imagination. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he had already reached Moke. At the instant they crossed paths, Zoro gripped his two swords tightly and launched an unending barrage of slashes...
To be fair, Moke did have some real skill.
In that instant, he actually swung his blade thirteen times in swift, seamless succession! Such a technique was undoubtedly a ruthless move capable of killing an enemy in an instant!
Against an ordinary opponent, they would probably have died long ago, utterly unable to fight back.
But who, exactly, stood before Moke at this moment?
The answer was—Moke himself, who had already risen to become a master swordsman of his generation!
Though Moke might still have been slightly inferior to the legendary Hawkeye, who had once fought Zoro, in terms of pure swordsmanship, his strength was far beyond anything the current Zoro could compare to.
Moke casually swung the Meito Sandai Kitetsu in his hand, effortlessly neutralizing all thirteen waves of attacks. Even more astonishingly, he had not moved his feet in the slightest throughout the exchange, clearly showing the enormous gap in their strength.
Zoro's face changed drastically, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. He clearly remembered that back in Loguetown, he had still been slightly superior to this opponent in swordsmanship!
Unexpectedly, before long, his opponent had already surpassed him and left him far behind! Zoro had always possessed immense confidence in his talent for the sword!
But now... then again, Zoro was still Zoro. He quickly adjusted his mindset and once more assumed a razor-sharp attacking stance.
This time, however,