Chapter 107

The blade was clear and cold, radiating a chilling light, with a faint scent of blood seeping from its entire body.

Tengu Mountain Hōchū said:

"Since this blade was forged by my ancestor Kōsetsu, it has had several owners, but all of them died unnatural deaths."

"Green-haired brat, think carefully. Once you accept this demon blade, you must be prepared to face disaster at any moment!"

Zoro showed no sign of being frightened at all.

He grinned, his eyes holding a light named confidence and ambition.

"I am the man who will become the world's greatest swordsman. If I fear even a sword, then I am not worthy to be a swordsman!"

Zoro slowly raised the Second Generation Onigiri.

"I remember old man Kozaburo once told me that every sword has its own consciousness and chooses its own master."

"Second Generation Onigiri, if you also have your own consciousness, then tell me: do I have the qualification to become your master!"

Saying this, Zoro suddenly threw the Second Generation Onigiri into the air.

And held his right arm straight out.

Waiting for the Second Generation Onigiri to fall.

"Ah, big brother Green-hair, move your arm away quickly! Your hand will be cut off!"

The little girl Tama opened her mouth wide and cried out in shock.

Tengu Mountain Hōchū was likewise shaken to his core, looking at Zoro in disbelief:

"Brat, I haven't seen a swordsman like you in a long time. Kozaburo truly took on a good disciple!"

"Your heart of the greatest swordsman, the Second Generation Onigiri will surely feel it!"

Zoro curled the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

The Second Generation Onigiri spun continuously as it fell.

With the sharpness of this Great Grade Blade, just one touch against Zoro's arm would be enough to sever his entire arm.

The distance grew closer and closer.

Tengu Mountain Hōchū widened his eyes.

O demon blade renowned throughout the world, is this green-haired fellow the master you have chosen?!

Tama, tense and terrified, had already covered her eyes.

Finally.

When the Second Generation Onigiri fell to a position where it could cut Zoro's arm, it perfectly traced an arc and stabbed into the floor.

Zoro's right arm was unharmed.

Tama was stunned.

Tengu Mountain Hōchū smiled with satisfaction.

Zoro picked up the Second Generation Onigiri and said to Hōchū:

"Thanks, old man. This blade is simply amazing!"

"I feel a very thick demonic energy coming from it, no, to be precise, it is ghostly energy. I can't wait to try it out!"

Zoro immediately took his leave and ran outside.

"Goodbye, old man, and Tama!"

He was going to the Gravity Training Room to get used to the Second Generation Onigiri.

Tama watched Zoro's excited back and asked Hōchū curiously:

"Master, are you really going to give that blade to him? That is your most precious treasure. Last time big brother just took a look, and you were so nervous."

Tama was referring to when Luo Xing first went to meet this master and disciple pair,

at that time Luo Xing had noticed the Second Generation Onigiri, but since it was not the First Generation Onigiri, the Supreme Great Grade Blade, Luo Xing was not very interested.

Moreover, Tengu Mountain Hōchū had not shown the slightest intention of giving the blade to him.

Hōchū said:

"The Second Generation Hōchū has already chosen a master; even if I am unwilling, there is nothing I can do."

"Besides, as a swordsmith, entrusting one's dream to a true swordsman, what is strange about that?"

Tama scratched her small head, looking as if she didn't understand a thing.

However, that did not stop her from happily continuing to drink her red bean soup.

Since moving to the General's Mansion from Kuri, Tama's little days had been incredibly comfortable, a hundred thousand times better than before!

Luo Xing cultivated in the Intermediate Gravity Time Room for a full seven days, which was Equivalent to the Outside World for nearly two years.

When he came out, he no longer had that faint, suffocating aura of power he usually carried.

Before, it was sharp and exposed; now, it was more like returning to simplicity and truth.

Clearly, Luo Xing had climbed another step in the realm of his own cultivation.

As soon as Luo Xing arrived at the Flower Capital General's Mansion, he saw Zoro waiting for him at the gate.

"What is it, Zoro?" Luo Xing asked.

Zoro walked up to Luo Xing excitedly and said:

"My lord Luo Xing, I wish to challenge you in swordsmanship!"

"Oh?" Luo Xing raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It seems your cultivation in the Gravity Room went well; you are very confident."

Zoro chuckled and said, "Indeed, I have made some progress."

Having consumed the cells of a Dragon-class monster, Zoro has no shortcomings in constitution, speed, strength, or other aspects.

His main cultivation direction is understanding swordsmanship and mastering Haki.

With Zoro's comprehension and potential, he advances rapidly in mastering these two.

Luo Xing said, "Very well, let us train then. I also wish to stretch my limbs."

Zoro rejoiced, swinging his thick, sturdy arms, and said:

"Then my lord Luo Xing must be careful; I obtained a fine sword a few days ago and have comprehended a brand-new sword technique."

Luo Xing smiled faintly, glancing at one of the three swords at Zoro's waist.

"It is the Second Generation Onigiri, isn't it? Tengu Mountain Kozuki is indeed willing to give this sword to you."

"Come, let me witness your new sword technique."

Zoro drew all three swords at once, holding the Wado Ichimonji in his mouth, gripping the Second Generation Onigiri in his right hand, while his left hand held an ordinary blade.

"Three-Sword Style: Hundred and Eight Troubles of the Wind!"

Three blue slash waves erupted.

Zoro unleashed a newly developed ultimate move right from the start.

Because he knew that against such a powerful opponent, those minor techniques would be useless and only serve to invite ridicule.

Luo Xing's expression remained calm.

Only when the Hundred and Eight Troubles of the Wind reached close did he raise the Enma scabbard to deflect the slash waves aside.

He did not even draw his blade.

Zoro's pupils contracted sharply.

My lord Luo Xing is indeed formidable!

Yet Zoro did not lose heart; he planted his feet on the ground and sprinted forward at great speed.

"Armament Haki coverage, Black Blade!"

All three swords turned black.

"Three-Sword Style: Demon Slash!"

Zoro wielded the three swords with blinding speed, attacking Luo Xing from all directions.

Luo Xing remained composed, continuing to meet the attacks with the scabbard.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than a dozen blows.

Sweat already covered Zoro's forehead; he smiled bitterly and said:

"My lord Luo Xing's strength is truly formidable. Next comes my strongest move, a sword technique I newly developed based on the Second Generation Onigiri!"

Luo Xing's eyes flickered, vaguely understanding what Zoro's new sword technique was.