Just as the slash was about to strike Zoro, a semicircular transparent barrier unfolded again. Zoro vanished in an instant, replaced by a man with a cigar clenched between his teeth and viciousness filling his eyes.
"You took good care of the idiot in our crew."
Shiryu bit down on his cigar, a bloodthirsty smile curling across his lips. He raised Raikiri high in his right hand and brought the blade down viciously. A blood-red flying slash burst from the sword, while the air on either side compressed into sharp wind blades that followed closely behind, crashing fiercely toward Vista.
"Now, the fighters are switching."
A trace of helplessness flashed through Vista's eyes, but there was no fear in them. The twin swords in his hands danced again, and roses filled the sky like a torrential downpour as his fierce slashes collided head-on with Shiryu's blood-red attack.
A deafening boom that split clouds and shattered stone echoed across the entire Ice field. Violent shockwaves swept outward once more, sending Ice shards flying everywhere.
Inside the medical room of David's Revenge, Zoro, who had been swapped back by Luo's ROOM, struggled to get up and rush back into battle, but Luo held him firmly in place.
"Don't move around. With your injuries, going back out will only get you killed on the battlefield. The urgent priority is treating your wounds, not showing off reckless bravery."
"Damn it!"
Zoro gritted his teeth and growled in frustration, but he could not move at all. He could only turn his head away angrily.
Sanji lit a cigarette beside him, took a drag, and mocked him without mercy.
"Stop throwing a tantrum. This isn't the time for you to compare swordsmanship. Even if you went back out now, the enemy wouldn't be willing to keep