177 : The Ordeal Of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma... May 2026

Zoro landed, the wires sagging behind him, sliced clean. Ohm gasped, a red line appearing across his chest.

He closed his eyes. If Ohm could read his mind, Zoro would stop thinking. He focused on the breath of the iron—the vibration of the barbs, the tension in the whip. He wasn't looking for a gap in the wires; he was looking for the soul of the metal. 177 : The Ordeal of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma...

Zoro didn't retreat. He couldn't. To move backward was to be shredded by the "White Barbed" perimeter. Instead, he spun, a whirlwind of steel meeting iron. Clang! Zoro landed, the wires sagging behind him, sliced clean

The sparks lit up the fog like dying stars. Zoro felt the bite of the barbs—thin, stinging slices across his shoulders. The iron was fast, guided by Ohm’s "Mantra," predicting Zoro’s every breath. If Ohm could read his mind, Zoro would stop thinking

"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."

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