The dark cannonball suddenly exploded into dozens of sharp blades in the sky, covering the short hull of the Golden Merry. For the size of a pirate ship, the Golden Merry was definitely a delicate pocket-sized ship. After all, there were only five crew members.
Zoro leaped into the air, and the cold sea breeze mixed with the splashing waves hit his chest. The bone-chilling cold made the crisscrossing scars on his chest tighten, and dense goosebumps appeared on his skin. He curled up his legs, and the two blades on his waist immediately came out of their sheaths. In the silver light, two white lines quickly spread out in the air.
"Two Swords – Eagle Wave!"
Like an eagle wave falling into the sky, the two white lines collided with the rotating blades in the air. The "white waves" of the airflow tore the broken blades of the cannonball back. Dozens of broken blades were like swallows being swatted back to the sea by the huge waves. Only a few of the farthest thin blades pierced into the Golden Merry.
One pierced the wall of the ship and nailed to it. The other cut the sail, and the remaining force tore the pirate flag in half before rotating and nailing it to the deck, exposing a sharp broken root. The last one brushed against the edge of the stern, leaving a scratch, and then fell into the sea.
"The Golden Merry, but it hasn't been long since Usopp set foot on the ship …" Zoro steadily stepped back on the side of the ship, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the damaged hull. He gritted his teeth and used the scabbard to lift up his clothes. He tied a knot and hung it on his body. His chest was still bare, and he held the two swords upside down in his hands. The Wado Ichimonji was back in its sheath and firmly hung on his waist.
"The cannonball was cut down!"
"It's really troublesome. When the ship docks, I'll kill him!"
In the sound of amazement, the shuttle-shaped ship went straight into the snow beach, and like drifting, it slid a crooked arc in the snow. Five figures jumped down one after another, and two of them quickly rushed towards the Golden Merry.
"Hey, did you bastards scratch my boat?" Zoro asked with a cold face. His body leaned forward, and his legs stepped on the side of the ship. With the help of the recoil, his whole body swooped down like a speeding cannonball. In an instant, he appeared in the middle of the two figures that were rushing over. The moment the blade fell to the ground, it rotated and cut back. Sparkling blood flowers were rolled up. The cold silver light pierced through the snowstorm, and there was a kind of white beauty in the killing intent.
The rolling blades of snow and frost were immediately dyed red by the spurting blood, and the hot temperature melted the snow and evaporated it into steam. The clothes of the two agents of the Baroque Studio were torn apart, and there was not a single piece of flesh on their bodies that was intact. They turned into bloody figures and fell heavily to the ground, their eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
It seems that they didn't expect that there would be such a terrifying swordsman hidden in a small pirate ship.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking me? "Sauron pressed the tip of his sword against their throats, and his aura was like that of a ferocious beast.
"… …" The two agents who were twitching all over looked at each other. Their eyes were filled with despair.
"There is no reason!" Zoro didn't feel too surprised. It wasn't the first time he went to sea. Chaos and killing were the main themes of this era, and most of the time, even the fuse didn't need to be lit.
Chi!
Zoro's wrist moved forward, and the blade pierced through the two men's throats. The sound of breathing was stained with bubbling blood, and the two bodies soon stopped twitching. Zoro pulled out his sword and wiped the blood stains on the snow. He looked up at the opposite side with a murderous expression on his face.
Since the dispute has been provoked, it must be cleanly killed to the end. Only when the blood of one side is exhausted can it be drawn to the end. This is not a reason, this is the truth of the Great Age of Pirates!
Two of the five agents of the Baroque Studio were dead, and there were only three left. Two of them suddenly showed an expression as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The last bald man in a monk's robe slightly raised his eyebrows. His straight eyebrows looked coldly at the three swordsmen dressed in green algae hair.
Da da da da …
A series of bullets whizzed out of the muzzle, and Zoro's pupils shrank. The moment the muzzle was pointed at him, his body immediately moved. Zoro's body leaned forward, close to the ground, and the two blades dragged on the ground, creating fierce sparks. As his body leaned forward and turned, two parallel "Z" lines were drawn.
The speed was rapidly decreasing. The bullets on the ground were useless, but it was difficult to lock on to the target. The green seaweed head moved slightly to avoid the bullet hole at close range. Sparks flew from the ground, and the circular blade cut the muzzle vertically, together with the palm and arm that were cut into two. Blood spurted out from the arm.
In the painful howl, Zoro's other sword cut off another horrified agent's waist. At the same time, he stabbed the bloody blade ruthlessly and instantly cut the bald man standing with his hands behind his back. Zoro's intuition told him that the man dressed as a monk was probably a very dangerous person.
"Ding!"
The sound of metal clashing against metal was crisp and short. Blood splashed and broken corpses exploded vertically at an even faster speed. Zoro's face changed drastically, and he retreated quickly. His pupils shrank as he saw a sharp blade coming out of the corpses, and a bloody bald man rushed out from the middle of the corpses.
The four parts of the body that were cut in two fell to the ground. The bloody blade dyed the strange and sharp arm red. It was like a blood-stained guillotine with broken organs stuck on it. It looked terrifying, and it rapidly enlarged in Zoro's pupils.
"What a sharp blade!"
Zoro continued to retreat, and his eyes were fixed on the opponent's arm that had turned into a guillotine. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a glaring crack on the blade in the left hand. Then, with a "crack" sound, the blade broke and fell to the ground. Only half of the blade that was as bright as a mirror was left.
Zoro suddenly stopped and dodged to the side. The short blade in his left hand shot out like a dart. While Zoro pulled away, his left hand grabbed the hilt of the Wado Ichimonji and pulled it out. The silver and sharp blade made a "hiss" sound in the air.
Keng!
The bald man stopped in his tracks and waved his arm, causing the short blade to shatter into pieces. Then, the blade landed on the blade aura, causing the sound of snow melting. The blade aura dissipated, and the bald man stepped on Broken Sword's corpse. He didn't continue to follow closely. Instead, he turned his head to look at the agent who had his arm cut off and was howling in pain. He raised his hand and brought his blade down. The wailing stopped abruptly, and a hideous head flew into the air.
"You killed four intermediate agents of the Baroque Studio, but it doesn't matter. The Baroque Studio doesn't need trash alive. I allow you to replace them and join the Baroque Studio as one of us." His voice was as cold as an icy blade. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the senior agent of the Baroque Studio, Mr. 1 – Daz Bonis!"
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