You're Actually a Doctor, Aren't You?

Nami swallowed hard. "How is that possible?!"

The entire island of Thriller Bark had been turned into a frozen wasteland. They had been behind Luffy—how had that man escaped the attack?

"I'm curious. Since you survived, why didn't you play dead or run away? Now I suddenly want to cut you down again!"

Zoro drew the swords at his waist as he walked forward.

"Three-Sword Style Secret Art! Great Thousand World!"

Zoro had always been a man of action. Once he said he would strike, he did not hesitate. While Luffy and the others were still stunned, his slash was already upon the man.

This strike was even more terrifying than the last.

Shusui felt more and more natural in Zoro's hand, and his slashes grew steadily stronger.

This time, his opponent was still frozen in place. Zoro's strike sent him flying.

But there was no trace of joy on Zoro's face.

He pushed off the ground and shot toward where the man had landed.

"Damn it! That damned Armament Haki!"

In midair, Zoro unleashed another Dual-Pole Flying Slash.

Clang! Clang!

Two sounds like steel striking steel reached Zoro's ears, and his fists clenched.

Dust had swallowed the man in the distance, but Zoro knew his flurry of slashes had done no damage. The man's Armament Haki had blocked them all.

"Heh! Was that a Flying Slash? Not bad! It almost broke through my Armament Haki!"

A dark figure burst from the dust cloud and charged straight at Zoro.

"Eight Trigrams! Mountain-Breaking Strike!"

A pair of blackened fists knocked aside the swords Zoro held before him and slammed into his chest.

With a sharp rip, a fist-sized hole appeared in the back of Zoro's shirt. A dark purple fist mark showed beneath it, a chilling sight.

Zoro flew backward like