Chapter 112

"Two-Sword Style · Iai · Rasengan!"

Powerful sword qi swept in all directions, and hardly anyone saw how Zoro drew his blade.

All anyone knew was that wherever Zoro passed, all the zombies flew into chaos, screaming and collapsing in every direction.

Moria, furiously enraged, was about to intervene himself when Absalom reminded him:

"This green-haired brat is a swordsman; let swordsmen handle swordsmen. Let Kuma take him on."

Kuma is currently the strongest in Moria's zombie army, second only to the demon Oz.

His usual duty is to protect the evil doctor Hogback.

Hogback said: "Kuma, kill that green-haired brat!"

Kuma, dressed as a samurai, responded and accepted the order.

His body houses Brook's shadow, but because Kuma's living strength was overwhelmingly powerful, the power he can unleash far exceeds Brook's shadow.

Brook himself had tried to reclaim his shadow, challenging Kuma several times, and each time was instantly defeated.

"That green-haired brat is in danger!"

Brook's eyeless pupils stared at the battlefield.

Zoro, happily slashing through enemies, sensed a powerful sword intent rushing toward him.

Zoro's entire body trembled with excited muscles.

"This is the aura of a great swordsman—definitely the Dragon-Slaying Samurai, Kuma, as Luo Xing mentioned."

He sharply turned to look at Kuma.

Kuma looked back at him.

Kuma said: "Boy, the sword in your left hand is the second-generation Kikoku, isn't it? Where did you get it?"

Zoro raised the second-generation Kikoku and said: "An old man named Tengu-yama Hikaru gave it to me."

Tengu-yama Hikaru?

Kuma had no recollection of that name—he was a figure from hundreds of years ago in Wano Country.

"The second-generation Kikoku was forged by my old friend Gokuchu. Since you obtained this blade, you must have been to Wano Country. Tell me—how is Wano Country now?"

Zoro smiled: "Defeat me, and I'll answer any question you want. But if you lose, your black blade, Shusui, becomes mine. That's the Duel Between Swordsmen."

Kuma froze, then burst into laughter.

"Good boy—you truly earned the second-generation Kikoku's approval. Come then, let this old man see the swordsmanship of this era!"

The two began their Duel Between Swordsmen.

Terrifying sword qi tore through the ceiling of the great hall.

Boom!

A massive pillar collapsed.

Brook stared in stunned disbelief.

He now realized that both Zoro's and Kuma's swordsmanship far surpassed his own!

With Kuma holding Zoro back, Moria ordered his zombie legion to continue their assault on Luo Xing.

"Kill him! I'll make Kaido feel the pain of losing his subordinates!"

Moria hated Kaido so intensely because of the deaths of his subordinates.

In valuing his subordinates, he and Kaido were somewhat alike.

Roar!

Terrifying zombies surrounded Luo Xing on all sides.

Moria's subordinate Absalom activated his transparency ability, clearly seeking an opportunity to ambush Luo Xing.

Perona floated in the distant air, shouting at the zombie legion:

"You mummies, don't damage my body!"

The zombies gave no reply, but Luo Xing answered:

"Don't worry—I'll take good care of your body."

Perona pouted and shouted: "Who wants you to take care of me? Give my body back, you jerk!"

Luo Xing smiled faintly, his left arm circling the slender waist of Perona's true body, pulling her sideways against his chest.

Then he walked step by step toward Moria, as if the hundreds of zombies ahead didn't exist.

Being ignored like this—even the emotionless zombies grew furious, roaring as they charged at Luo Xing.

Yet,

When they came within ten steps of Luo Xing, they suddenly felt a mountain-like force crushing down upon them!

Thud!

These zombies, unable to withstand the immense pressure, knelt helplessly to the ground.

Absalom, still invisible, stared in shock.

This… this… what's going on?

But he had no time to think, for the spot where he hid had already entered Luo Xing's ten-step range.

Absalom felt as if an ancient beast had lunged at him, and the back of his skull was slammed hard by its massive paw.

Absalom's head spun violently—he collapsed straight to the ground.

This eerie sight utterly paralyzed Perona with fear.

Moria trembled violently, his eyes bloodshot, teeth grinding:

"How… how do you possess such a Conqueror's Haki?!"

Yes.

Whether it was the zombie or Absalom, both were stunned unconscious by Luo Xing's Conqueror's Haki.

Luo Xing couldn't be bothered to answer Moria.

Moria felt the humiliation of being looked down upon, and his fury blazed sky-high.

"Go to hell—Shadow Horn Spear!"

Moria actually condensed his own shadow into a black spear, incomparably hard, and thrust it at Luo Xing.

Facing Moria's furious strike, Luo Xing reached out with his empty right hand and seized the Shadow Horn Spear with pinpoint accuracy.

Armament Haki coated his palm.

Crack.

Luo Xing simply crushed the Shadow Horn Spear in his grip.

Moria had not expected such an outcome and stood there dumbfounded.

At this moment,

Perona, who had just been scared silly, instead came to her senses and shrieked:

"Don't you dare hurt Lord Moria!"

Perona had been taken in by Moria when she was very young; Moria was essentially her father.

The panicked Perona instantly released over a dozen ghosts, which charged at Luo Xing with menacing momentum.

Luo Xing caught sight of them from the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth curling up.

His right hand grabbed the twin tails of Perona's real body, which he had pinned under his left arm, and gave them a light tug.

"Aaaah! D-d-d-d-don't pull my hair!"

Perona shrieked and hollered, never daring to release her negative ghosts again.

But seeing Luo Xing still walking toward Lord Moria, Perona—who was usually utterly unruly, impish, and wilfully wayward—actually began to cry in her anxiety.

"Boo hoo hoo wah wah wah… you're all bad people, evil people, great evil people!"

"Don't you dare hurt Lord Moria!"

"And don't you dare hurt my body!!"

103. Death Game—Guess Whether There Are Bullets in My Gun? (Begging for subscriptions)

Luo Xing was someone who loved beauty, but that did not mean he was always tender toward the fair sex.

For example, little Violet, who had eaten the Slip-Slip Fruit, had cried prettily like pear blossoms in rain last time, yet Luo Xing still had not paid her much mind.

Only after he had satisfied himself did he pick little Violet up and coo a few words of comfort.

The situation at hand was similar.

Luo Xing had indeed taken a fancy to collecting Perona, this obstinate little ghost-flower, but that did not mean a few sobs from her would make him abandon his original plan.

Luo Xing paid no heed to Perona's wailing.