177 : The Ordeal Of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma... < DELUXE >

The compressed air from his blades tore through the mist, colliding with the iron fan. The force didn't just deflect the metal; it shattered the "Mantra" of the priest. For a split second, the predator became the prey.

The sparks lit up the fog like dying stars. Zoro felt the bite of the barbs—thin, stinging slices across his shoulders. The iron was fast, guided by Ohm’s "Mantra," predicting Zoro’s every breath. 177 : The Ordeal of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma...

"You call this an ordeal?" Zoro grunted, the hilt of Shusui heavy in his hand. He adjusted his bandana, his single eye tracking the slight shimmer of the wires. "Back home, we just call this a bad neighborhood." The compressed air from his blades tore through

The fog began to lift, revealing the path forward. The ordeal was over, but the war for the sky had only just begun. The sparks lit up the fog like dying stars

Should we delve into a from another Ordeal, or perhaps explore a "what-if" scenario where the Straw Hats faced a different Priest?

With a flick of Ohm’s wrist, the Eisen Whip lashed out. It didn't just strike; it curved, defying physics, weaving through the existing mesh of barbed wire to trap Zoro in a collapsing sphere of metal.