Suppression

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"Three-Sword Style Secret Technique: Three Thousand Worlds."

Blood hung from Zoro's lips. He panted hard as the two swords in his hands spun like windmills, whipping up fierce gusts around him.

Across from him, Tesoro spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked down at the sword wound on his chest, then fixed Zoro with a cold stare.

Zoro vanished in a blink and lunged forward at top speed.

But to Tesoro, that blur of motion might as well have been happening in slow motion. As they passed, he dodged all three blades and drove a heavy kick into Zoro's chest.

Crack! Zoro reappeared, coughing blood, and flew like a cannonball into the jungle, tearing through everything in his path.

Tesoro pursued him. Several golden spears appeared in the air, shrieking as they tore through it.

Zoro's face changed. He rolled desperately through the shattered crater as the spears plunged into the ground behind him, leaving only their shafts trembling above the dirt.

Tesoro's figure took shape, and he grinned savagely. His entire right leg turned gold as he kicked through the ground toward Zoro's waist.

Zoro blocked with three swords, but the crushing pressure sent him flying again.

Spitting out clotted blood, Zoro forced himself to steady his body. Cold sweat covered his face.

"Demon Aura: Nine-Sword Style: Asura: Through Might."

Three heads and six arms appeared around him like a vision. An overwhelming force radiated from Zoro, making him seem like a demon god from hell.

Unimpressed, Tesoro stamped his right foot. The ground instantly turned to gold, and a towering pillar rose behind him before blooming like a flower to reveal its center.

"Awakening Secret Art: Myth."

Ancient light blazed. A rainbow beam surged forward, obliterating everything in its