"Hey, Lott. Long time no see."
Lott looked up at the figure, then replied with a smile, "Long time no see, Moss Head."
Hearing Lott call him that, Zoro's forehead bulged with veins. Then he said indignantly:
"Hey, who are you calling Moss Head!!?? I'll find a chance to cut you down!"
"Sure, sure." Lott looked at Zoro with some surprise. "Now that you're back at Peach Spring, does that mean you've achieved your goal?"
He had taken Zoro to Kuraigana Island.
And when they parted, Zoro had said that he wouldn't return to Peach Spring until he became the World's Greatest Swordsman.
Now Zoro had returned to Peach Spring, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Lott carefully sensed his presence and discovered that Zoro's aura was somewhat different from before.
If the old Zoro had been a renowned sword with its cold edge fully exposed,
then the current Zoro was an ancient treasured blade that had traveled through history.
His aura was now restrained, and on the surface, he looked no different from an ordinary swordsman.
But with careful sensing, one could discover an immensely powerful force hidden within him.
Hearing Lott's question, Zoro couldn't help curling his lips upward. "Of course!"
Although Lott had already anticipated it, he had now received Zoro's confirmation.
"Not bad, Moss Head. I never thought you'd reach that point in such a short time."
The "World's Greatest Swordsman" was more than just a title.
It represented the pinnacle of swordsmen worldwide.
After all, swordsmen accounted for nearly a third of the Pirate World.
Naturally, the strongest among them would be no weaker than any of the Four Emperors.
And that was indeed the impression Zoro gave him now.
Lott couldn't help being amazed by Zoro.
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