A Fateful Duel, a Swordsmen's Deathmatch

"Three-Sword Style: Extreme Tiger Hunt!"

"One-Sword Style: Water Severance!"

This was a contest between two top-tier Great Master Swordsmen!

Zoro's swordsmanship had now reached an unfathomably profound level! Wielding three supreme-grade famed blades, he radiated an aura like a sharp sword capable of piercing the darkness! His dense sword intent even made people's skin faintly sting! Although his bounty was only a little over 800 million, such a bounty clearly did not match his true strength!

His techniques sounded extraordinarily flashy, but in truth, every sword move was a simple yet lethal attack! Wado Ichimonji, Enma, and Kitetsu displayed terrifying power in his hands. Even Shiryu, who had stepped into the realm of a Great Master Swordsman nearly ten years ago, praised Zoro's talent without reservation!

As for Shiryu, he was a man capable of going toe-to-toe with Mihawk. Not only was his swordsmanship incredibly profound, but his combat experience and will toward the sword were far beyond Zoro's! Unlike Zoro, he possessed his own path of the sword—the Sword of Killing! Every slash he delivered carried a thick, bloody stench. The blood Raiu had drunk was perhaps even greater than that of Zoro's three blades combined! Every one of its past masters had been bloodthirsty killers. This was Zoro's first time facing a swordsman with such pure killing intent!

"Three swords... I have to say, young man, your swordsmanship is rather unconventional. I suppose this Three-Sword Style carries your convictions, doesn't it? To reach your current level through such a niche Three-Sword Style, your talent may even surpass mine when I was your age!" Shiryu did not skimp on his praise for Zoro. His battle-hungry heart gradually grew more excited. To him, nothing was more thrilling than killing a gifted and powerful Great Master Swordsman!

"Hmph! I stake the