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

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.

With a flick of Ohm’s wrist, the Eisen Whip lashed out. It didn't just strike; it curved, defying physics, weaving through the existing mesh of barbed wire to trap Zoro in a collapsing sphere of metal.

The compressed air from his blades tore through the mist, colliding with the iron fan. The force didn't just deflect the metal; it shattered the "Mantra" of the priest. For a split second, the predator became the prey. 177 : The Ordeal of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma...

Should we delve into a from another Ordeal, or perhaps explore a "what-if" scenario where the Straw Hats faced a different Priest?

Zoro leaped, not away, but directly into the heart of the barbed storm. "108 Pound Phoenix!" The sparks lit up the fog like dying stars

"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."

The thick, sulfuric mist of the Ordeal of Iron didn't just obscure vision; it tasted like pennies and old blood. With a flick of Ohm’s wrist, the Eisen Whip lashed out

"You call this an ordeal?" Zoro grunted, the hilt of Shusui heavy in his hand. He adjusted his bandana, his single eye tracking the slight shimmer of the wires. "Back home, we just call this a bad neighborhood."