Hody Jones was on the verge of breaking down. This was just unfair. Forget fighting Ye Chen—he couldn't beat a single one of Ye Chen's crewmates.
Even Hody Jones's underlings couldn't bear to watch. They cheered for him with all their might. "Boss Hody, get in there! Show them a man's pride and dignity! Make them see what you can do!"
Hody Jones was covered in wounds. Gin had just slammed a fist into his chest and broken two of his ribs. Humiliation burned through him, and he was so furious he could barely control himself. He had planned to use the Energy Steroids to crush Ye Chen's entire crew, but now it was no longer a question of defeating the Grim Reaper Pirates. His dignity was at stake.
Even Daruma sounded uncertain. "Can Boss Hody really not beat even one of Ye Chen's underlings?"
Hody Jones found that harder to bear than death. With a furious roar, he fixed his bloodshot eyes on Zoro and charged.
Zoro was thrilled. His eyes flashed like blades as Hody Jones closed in. He swiftly drew his three swords, dipped low, and sent them whirling. Dazzling arcs of steel flew out, and a fierce killing intent engulfed Hody Jones.
Zoro's swordsmanship crashed down like raging waves. Every slash carried tremendous force, while Hody Jones answered with a relentless barrage of punches. Fists and blades collided in a series of thunderous impacts. Strong as Hody Jones was, after a fierce exchange Zoro leaped forward and struck his shoulder with a savage slash.
"Buddha Form Slash!"
Blood sprayed into the air. Zoro landed on both feet, his movements cold and decisive. His bold, confident smile made him look all the more dependable.
Hody Jones glanced unwillingly at his wound. A crushing sense of humiliation surged