177 : The Ordeal Of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma... Here

"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."

"I don't think," Zoro spat, blood trickling down his arm. He dropped into a low stance, three blades now drawn, the Wado Ichimonji clamped firmly in his teeth. The air around him seemed to thicken, not with mist, but with sheer intent. "I know." 177 : The Ordeal of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma...

Zoro landed, the wires sagging behind him, sliced clean. Ohm gasped, a red line appearing across his chest. "You call this an ordeal

"The thing about iron," Zoro said, sheathing his swords as the Priest of Skypiea collapsed into the clouds, "is that it eventually meets someone harder." He dropped into a low stance, three blades

Zoro leaped, not away, but directly into the heart of the barbed storm. "108 Pound Phoenix!"

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.

The fog began to lift, revealing the path forward. The ordeal was over, but the war for the sky had only just begun.