Choice

The zombie instantly appeared beside Moria and kicked at him.

"Brat, do you think this is enough to deal with me?" Moria raged. He had never been pushed this far by his own zombie, nor had a zombie ever been able to resist him. Moria erupted in fury. "Go to hell, Shadow Horn Spear!"

"You're too slow. As expected, you still haven't mastered your Devil Fruit ability." The zombie taunted him as it dodged the black shadow spear. "Soru!" The zombie appeared in front of Moria, both fists clenched and pressed against Moria's abdomen. "Rokuo—"

"Big Explosion!" Li Ziming kicked the zombie back. Having fought CP9 and trained in the Six Powers, he knew all too well how terrifying the Rokuogan was.

"Not bad power, but you're still lacking." The zombie had not even shed a drop of blood. "I've mastered the Six Powers better than you, and I've developed my Devil Fruit ability better than you. Everything I have is superior to yours. What makes you think you can fight me?"

"Because I'm the original." Li Ziming frowned as he watched the zombie. His opponent showed no intention of attacking him—or perhaps simply did not take him seriously. Maybe it was just as the zombie said: everything about it was stronger than him. But the zombie had still emerged because of Moria's ability. That meant that after some time, it would become like the zombie soldiers and obey Moria's orders. Li Ziming felt that this was also why the zombie was so eager to eliminate Moria. Yet Li Ziming and Moria were hardly allies. If the zombie really took control of the zombies, it would probably immediately deal with him as well. But if he failed to protect Moria and Moria died, and the zombie truly broke free of