In the middle of the dojo, Arlen took a naval-style longsword and slashed it with one hand. The blade cut a hole in the mat on the ground. He looked at Roronoa Zoro with a cold gaze.
Zoro held the scabbard at his waist and looked at Koshiro. For the first time in his life, he was hesitant to fight. He was afraid of bringing disaster to the dojo.
"Remember this lesson, Zoro. Even if you made a mistake at the beginning, when you raise the sword in your hand, there is no turning back. A swordsman can make mistakes, regret, fail, or even die, but never hesitate. Don't be hesitant, don't hesitate, don't hesitate, don't hesitate, don't hesitate.
Zoro nodded heavily. He held the scabbard with one hand and slowly moved his right thumb along the scabbard to the hilt. He slowly grasped the hilt and lowered his head. His eyes were fierce and proud. "Wado Ichimonji, one of the 21 Great Swords."
Wado Ichimonji was a simple and unadorned sword that exuded a murderous aura. The previous owner of this sword had defeated Zoro 2001 times without suffering a single defeat.
Zoro didn't say the last sentence out loud. He only said it in his heart. Every time he held the sword in his hand, he felt that Guina was still alive.
Zoro was standing in the middle of the dojo where Yarlin was standing. She was looking at him silently, just like the day they first met and the day they last met.
"I, Roronoa Zoro, will become the number one swordsman in the world. Let my name be known in heaven." Zoro's veins were bulging on his forehead. It was as if the volcano that had been suppressed in his chest all these years had erupted. Although he didn't understand the meaning behind Koshiro's words, he understood one thing: it was time for him to leave. He stared at Yarlin's position and laughed crazily. "Guina, watch carefully. This will be the last time I challenge you in the dojo!"
Perhaps it was Guina's unwillingness to accept her fate, but when she heard Seiji's shout, she responded with a clear sword chime.
Yarlin's pupils contracted. He seemed to have seen a blurry figure slowly walk out from behind Sauron the moment he grabbed the hilt. He couldn't see the face clearly, but the slender hand firmly gripped the hilt of the sword.
The two palms overlapped perfectly, and a dazzling cold light flashed out of the scabbard. The cold and smooth blade seemed to reflect two overlapping shadows behind Sauron.
"Is that blade connected to some kind of bond and oath?" Yarlin's pupils constricted as he felt his scalp go numb. He started to truly look at the green-haired man in front of him. The man's aura moved him. "The world's number one Grandmaster Swordsman? What a bold man!"
Zeng!
The cold wind from the saber pierced forward, and the silver blade that was almost impossible to capture magnified in his eyes. He could even see each other's murderous and fierce eyes on the saber.
Yarlin slid to the side and retracted his sword to block his chest. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. He saw a hole in the middle of the navy's standard longsword. The front of his uniform was dyed red, and a stream of blood spurted out onto his face.
"What a fast sword! What a sharp blade!"
Arlen's heart skipped a beat, and a murderous look appeared on his bloodstained face. He suddenly took a step forward, and while Sauron's sword was about to land, he grabbed at Sauron's hand with his left hand.
Sauron grabbed the hilt of the sword with his fingers and twisted his waist. The blade made a sharp sound in the air, and he turned around to stab Yarlin in the chest again.
Arlen remained unmoved. He swung the sword in his right hand towards Zoro's throat. Zoro's expression didn't change as well. He ignored the sharp blade aimed at his throat and focused on cutting through Arlen's defense. At the same time, the military knife pierced through his chest.
As the tip of the blade drew closer and closer, a vicious killing intent erupted. Just as it seemed like they were about to die together, the two of them let out a sinister chuckle. Sauron's shoulders trembled slightly, causing his neck to tilt to the side as the sharp blade pierced through his shoulder and out of his body. Blood spurted out from his mouth and face. Arlen's left hand suddenly tightened and retracted in midair, smashing down onto the back of the blade. At the same time, he twisted his waist to the side, and with a ripping sound, a sinister wound opened up on his side. Blood sprayed everywhere, and long cracks could be seen on the eerie white bones within.
The Marines and Dojo students who were watching the fight were all frightened. The students around them did not dare to rush up. Some of the Marine soldiers had already raised their guns, but it was difficult to aim. Gagou's face was ugly as he pressed down the gun and shouted, "What if you hit Lieutenant Yarlin?"
At the same time, he raised his hand and pointed to the students and others in the dojo. He threatened in an unusually fierce tone, "If something happens to Lieutenant Yarlin, I will kill everyone in this dojo."
The sound of bullets being loaded was continuous. The Marine soldiers who blocked the dojo all raised their guns and aimed at the students. The opposite side was in an uproar and froze in place.
Koshiro's face still didn't change. He didn't even look at the Marines around him. His eyes were still faintly locked on the two figures in the dojo.
Zoro turned a deaf ear to the commotion around him. It was as if Arlen was the only one left in the world. This was his last battle in the One Heart dojo, and he was sure that Guina would be watching him from the heavens. He wanted to show her the results of his training over the years. Even if he had to die today, he would not lose.
Arlen noticed Jagu's order, but his expression didn't change. He never considered himself a brute who flaunted his bravery. If it weren't for his fear of Koshiro, who he couldn't see through, he would even think that Jagu's order to shoot was a decisive order.
However, Koshiro was there. Arin grabbed the Wado Ichimonji with one hand and clamped down on the blade like an iron clamp. At the same time, his other hand clenched into a fist and smashed towards the handle of the military knife.
"Clang!"
The blade pierced through Zoro's shoulder, and the whole blade came out from the back of his shoulder. The entire hilt was nailed into Zoro's shoulder because of the huge force.
"Ahhhh!"
Zoro howled in pain, but his hand still clenched the hilt. Because of excessive force, his five knuckles were blue and pale, but he didn't let go.
A swordsman wouldn't let go of the sword in his hand even if he died!
Zoro's five fingers suddenly twisted, and the blade rotated. Yarlin's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly retracted his hand. But he was still a little late. A piece of flesh on his palm was fiercely bitten off, revealing the bloody flesh of his palm.
Yarlin completely pulled away. He looked at Zoro who was standing in the same place, and the saber in his hand was inserted into his opponent's shoulder. He slowly stared at Gagou and said coldly, "This is a fair fight. Put down your guns."
Zoro was like a wounded beast. His face was ferocious, but his eyes were still burning. He put Wado Ichimonji into his mouth and bit it. He pulled out the saber inch by inch from his shoulder and threw it back to Yarlin. Then he pulled out the other two swords hanging on his waist and hip with both hands. He pulled them in front of his chest and said in a deep voice, "Again!"
"Oh ~" Yarlin took the saber soaked in blood and looked at Zoro. He suddenly felt that he began to like this somewhat fierce guy.
(Roronoa Zoro is my favorite character in One Piece. He is also the most moving character. Especially when I was writing this chapter, my inner feelings were stirred up and poured into the words. My eyes were filled with tears. Vows, friendship, dreams, fetters … Even in the cruel world of One Piece, I have to admit that some characters can still bring real and hot blood to people even in the darkest and coldest world.
Arlen and Sauron might not be able to become friends, because they're fundamentally different types of people. One is simple and pure, while the other is cunning and ambitious … I won't forcefully change anyone's mind, nor will I purposely blacken anyone's image, because both of them are characters with their own personal charisma. Their conflict should be their own choice of fate. As for me, Wilde, at most, I'm just setting up a stage for them to appear on, so I won't steal the limelight.)
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