Tyrant Bartholomew Kuma of the Shichibukai
"Leave that woman to you, Tashigi." Without hesitation, Leo ducked behind Bon Clay and Nami, then pointed at Miss Doublefinger beside Mr. 1.
Tashigi nodded, let out a breath, drew Kashuu from her waist, and walked toward Miss Doublefinger.
"I'm really being underestimated!" Miss Doublefinger, with her fiery, seductive figure, helplessly ran her fingers through her explosive curls and smiled wryly.
"Doublefinger," Mr. 1 suddenly said in a low voice.
"Hm?" She turned to look at him.
"Get farther away." His gaze gradually turned serious.
The man before him was no simple opponent...
Although both of them were about two and a half years behind where they had been in the original story, Zoro was no longer the Zoro who had blindly fumbled his way forward.
Koshiro had not taught Zoro Haki before because he himself did not know it—despite his godlike swordsmanship, his frail body meant he would likely never master Haki in this lifetime.
But after Zoro joined the Revolutionary Army, Haki became a required course for him.
Armament Haki in particular was both a challenge and a boost for swordsmen. Once mastered, it would greatly increase their combat power.
Thus, back when he was still in Shimotsuki Village, Zoro had already surpassed Tashigi and Nami, entering another stage—the stage Ace had experienced before.
Zoro was still far from being able to use Haki, but he was also far from the Zoro he had once been.
He had already approached the strength he would possess before training under Hawk Eyes. Even so, he had yet to touch realms such as cutting steel, and facing Mr. 1 would surely put him under immense pressure.
But if that was true for him, was it not equally true for Mr. 1?
The moment they clashed,